Happy Halloween! Let's remember that night 30 years ago when two people who had so much life and happiness in them were killed, orphaning there only son. Please remember Lily and James Potter, and all the other people who lost their lives at the wands of Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
"I love you James," the pretty red head sighed contentedly while snuggling deeper into her husband's strong arms.
"I love you Lily," the black haired man cradled the woman he loved tight against his body, unwilling to let go.
As the couple snuggled closer together on the couch in their living room, a small cry sounded from the room upstairs. The two clasped hands and ascended towards the nursery where their three-month-old son lay.
"It's his first Halloween," Lily smiled as she picked up the little baby in her arms.
"The first of many," James smiled, wrapping his arms around his perfect family.
"I can't wait until he can dress up in a costume, and carve pumpkins, and trick-or-treat," Lily beamed up at James, rocking her baby in her arms until he fell back asleep.
"Harry will love it," James said, gently placing a kiss on both Lily and Harry's foreheads.
As the couple lie down in their bed, Lily once again snuggled close to James. James wrapped his arms around her, pulling her nearer to him.
"I'll love you to the very end," he whispered in her ear.
"I'll love you till my dying day," Lily smiled up at James, and then gently drifted away into dreamland.
Ϟ One Year Later ϟ
"Lily run! He's here! Take Lily and run!" Lily heard her husband's warning and stopped dead.
"James!" she cried. "James I love you! I love you until the end!"
"I love you Lily! Till my dying day! I love you! Now run!" she heard his last words, heard the terrible, high voice scream the fatal words, heard the thump as her husband dropped to the ground like a marionette with strings cut.
"James," she cried, locking the door and turning to face Harry. She knew she had only moments left, she could hear the feet coming up the stairs. "Be safe, strong, Harry. Be strong. I love you Harry. Mummy loves you Harry. Daddy loves you Harry. Be safe Harry."
"Move aside, you silly girl," the voice was behind her now. Turning she faced the snakelike face.
"Not Harry! Don't kill Harry!" flinging her arms out, Lily shielded her son.
"Sand aside you Mudblood!" Voldemort cried. "Avada Kedavra!"
In the barest instant between life and death, Lily had one thought. I love you James and Harry, until the very end. I love you.
And then the spell hit her, and she dropped to the floor, her last thought echoing around the room with her departing soul. The last sound she heard was the mangled scream.