Hey everybody, this is a new story I've had in mind for a while. It's my first time writing HPFF so I hope I can make the characters justice.

So enjoy and R&R please!

Prologue

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! I'll try to hold him off! Just go!"

"No, you can't - James! Come with us, please!"

James Potter turned to look at his wife one last time, "I'm sorry sweetheart, I can't. I love you."

In one swift movement, he caught her and kissed her one last time before racing out into the hallway to confront the dark figure at the threshold.

With a sob, Lily Potter rushed up the stairs and into the nursery. Gently, she placed her 15 month old son in his crib and pushed all the furniture against the door. A scream escaped her lips as she heard her husband's body hit the floor and she stumbled over to the crib.

"Harry, mama loves you, daddy loves you. We might not be here anymore, but mama and daddy will always always love you. Harry, you are loved, so so much. Don't ever forget that, baby," she whispered, crouching in front of the crib to look her son in the eyes as the baby reached to play with her hair, a happy gurgle escaping him.

And then the furniture had been moved aside with ease, and the door opened without resistance, and Lily Potter stood up to face the man she had been so afraid of, throwing her arms out to protect the child behind her.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl...stand aside, now."

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead - "

"This is my last warning - "

"Not Harry! Please...have mercy...have mercy...Not Harry! Not Harry! Please - I'll do anything -"

"Stand aside. Stand aside girl!"

The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband. The child had not cried all this time but as the cloaked figure pointed his wand at him, Harry Potter broke into a loud wailing.

"Avada Kedavra!"

She was floating, warm, safe. Yet, a feeling of wrongness gripped her, there was something not right, something that should be but wasn't, something left to do... Harry, her baby. Panic gripped her in its suffocating embrace as her son's face floated before her eyes.

No, please no. Oh God, no.

Black spots danced on the edge of her vision, her throat was choking up as she struggled hopelessly to remain conscious, to somehow get back to her child, her baby, their baby.

Protect him , Lily Potter, protect your son, fulfill your last request, your last duty, with your dying breath.