Lily grabbed Harry and ran up stairs holding him close to her chest. She knew she was going to die tonight along with her husband, but she would do everything in her power to protect her baby. Tears streamed down his face, dampening the shoulder of her t-shirt and Lily tightened her hold on her son, never wanting to let the little boy go.
She heard James open the front door, and a green light illuminated the landing and she ran with harry into his bedroom. The shadows seemed darker now that the light was gone, looking more dangerous than they ever had before.
"Mummy," Harry whimpered into her shoulder, small hands clinging tightly to the fabric of her shirt. Lily looked around frantically, realising that she had just blocked them both in with now way to escape. She gently set Harry down in his crib, and attempted to barricade the boor using his dresser – all the while knowing that it was completely futile.
She rushed back to Harry, quietly whispering "You'll be alright," and she ran her fingers through his curly black hair. The only light in the room was the moonlight filtering in through the gap in the curtain.
Lily tried desperately to think of a way to get Harry out of this alive, but nothing was coming to mind. Her only hope some miracle would occur that would prevent him from killing her only child. "Everything will be alright in the morning, baby," She whispered to the distressed child, hearing loud, even footsteps on the stairs.
She heard the steps pause outside the door, and gently turned the crying child around in his crib, making sure that he couldn't see what was about to happen. She placed a gentle kiss to his forehead before turning around to face the door, unwilling to show fear in the face of this man.
She winced and took a step back as the door and furniture in front of it exploded, sending pieces of wood flying through the room, cutting her exposed face and arms. "You'll be alright," she whispered again, unsure who she was trying to reassure most – herself or the crying toddler behind her.
Once the hooded figure had fully entered the room, she lifted her head high and stared defiantly into the shadowed eyes.
"It is not you we want," The man hissed, "You need not die tonight."
She just glared defiantly at him, unwilling to grace this with a response, and turned around, bending over the crib in an attempt to shield her son from the curses that would soon be sent flying.
"You'll be alright," She whispered one last time, before a blinding green light filled the room and her dying scream filled the room.