Prologue:
"Lily! Take Harry and run!" shouted a raven-haired man. The young red head, Lily, grabbed the small replica of the man and ran out the back door of the throne room. Behind her she heard a cold laughter.
"King James Potter, pleasure to meet you." The voice sneered.
"Lord Voldemort, not such a pleasure to meet you." The man, James replied. Lily didn't have time to hear more as she had to run. A noise behind her made Lily turn around. There stood a greasy man with a large hooked nose.
"Ah, Queen Lillian, pleasure to see you again." he spat.
"Not so much you, Snivellus," she replied, intentionally using that name, the one she had defended him from all those years ago. He visibly flinched and his eyes lost that cold hard look.
"Give up the boy, Potter's spawn. Come your husband will be dead by now and you shall suffer the same fate as he if you do not. Please Lily." He implored.
"M-maybe I should. I would love to rule alone." She replied, her face looking very soft and vulnerable. Snape looked like someone had told him Christmas and his birthday had come early that year, a.k.a., disgusting with a creepy, toothy smile.
"Really?"
"No." Now both Christmas, his birthday and Easter had been cancelled. "What do you take me for? A traitor? A coward? No, never shall I give up my family." Snape looked at her sadly then it hardened.
"Goodbye Lily." Snape raised up his wand. "Avada Kedavra," Lily turned her body to protect her child an with a great flash, Lily was dead on the ground but the boy was nowhere to be found.