Authors Note: This is a story for "The Shuffle Challenge " by plasticjungle. Go check it out on HPCF.
It was a seemingly normal night for the Potters. They had just gotten back from a nice dinner with their good friend Sirius, or as James insisted on calling him, Padfoot. Lily had just taken Harry up stairs and put him to bed and she was currently cuddled into James side as she read a good book. To the two of them, tonight seemed perfect. But outside their little house stood a figure, this figure happened to be the most feared man in the wizarding world. He was so feared, that many couldn't stand the thought to say his name. He is known by two names, He Who Must Not Be Named, and Lord Voldemort. Why would such a feared man be standing outside the Potter Residence you ask? Simple, he wanted them dead. Now, Lord Voldemort wasn't going to wait any longer, he wanted The Potters dead, and dead they would be! He burst open the door to the house and stepped in. Voldemort had a wicked smile on his face as he advanced toward James and Lily. As he moved forward, their hearts died. For, they both knew they would die on this night, and die they did. It is a well known fact today, that James and Lily Potter died for their only son, Harry Potter! And this boy, rightfully named The Boy Who Lived, saved the Wizarding World.