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This is it.

The end.

The final day.

He was scared. Scared out of his wits. But like the true Gryffindor that he is, he put on a brave face and went out to face his fears straight in the face.

Unlike some other people, he wasn't scared for his life; he was scared for his family. For his Lily-flower. His little boy. Mini-Prongs. Harry.

It was the morning of the 31st October 1981 that he first felt it - every since he and Lily had joined the Order Of The Phoenix, his instincts were zoned on like a radar always having… feelings in his gut trying to tell him when something wasn't right – the intense feeling that he was so used to now telling him that something wasn't right. That something was going to happen – and that he wasn't going to like it a single tiny bit.

He was on edge all day, unable to sit still, always fidgeting and it was definitely getting on Lily's nerves.

He was finally able to settle down in the evening and relax for a while and played with Harry. He was making random, colourful bubbles appear out of thin air just for the sake of his only son's entertainment.

Lily came in and bent over Harry, whilst brushing her luscious, vivid red hair behind her ear, and picked him up.

"Time for bed," she told Harry.

"No sleepy!" Harry said blinking his emerald green eyes wide as though to prove his point. He was one stubborn little kid. According to Sirius he was just as stubborn as he and Lily combined together. Lily says, you can't tell until he grows a little older.

Little did he know that he wouldn't be part of his son's childhood, doing all the things that he wanted to do with him. Taking him to Quidditch matches, buying him his wand, his first owl, see him get his Hogwarts letter and so many more things. Things that he wanted to experience as a father, not as a son, brother or friend.

That was when he heard it.

The squeak of the gate.

He didn't want to admit it but he was scared. He quietly crept down the stairs just as Lily disappeared inside the nursery with Harry, cooing to him all along the way. He made his way to the living room when the main front door was blasted off its hinges and the man of his nightmares stepped into his house.

He stared for a fraction of a second before he screamed: "Lily, its him, take Harry and run, I'll hold him off."

He heard his wife running around upstairs trying to barricade herself and her son. Even though he knew that she didn't want to leave him alone, but she was a mother and her son's protection came before anything else.

The Dark Lord, as he liked to call himself, stepped further into the house and started laughing his head off triumphantly like a maniac (which he was) and taunting him like never before.

James cursed to himself and at himself for being such an idiot and letting his guard down on the day that his instincts were telling that something was going to go wrong and throwing his wand down like that.

Merlin he was such an idiot.

All these thoughts were processed through his mind in a matter of seconds and before he knew it Voldemort was standing closer to him, still laughing his head off like a maniac and blasting away all the boxes that crowded and surrounded the hall.

He saw the albino mouth move and a second later heard the dreaded words.

"Avada Kadavra!"

He dropped down to the ground like a string puppet and knew no more.

And existed no more.

He was James Potter.

And this was his end.

So that's it. Hope you enjoyed it. Please remember to review!

Cya next time :D