Disclaimer: I wouldn't be writing here if I owned Harry Potter, now would I?
James smiled as he watched Lily and Harry play. Harry, who was already a year old, was enjoying playing with his mini model of a "boom-tik", as Harry called it. Meanwhile, Lily was levitating several small hoops for him to fly the broom through, praising him with each conquest. James walked over and sat down next to Harry, who couldn't wait to show his father what he was doing. "Ook, addy! Ook!" He smiled a toothless grin, pushing on the back of the broom so that it scooted through the hoop.
"I'm telling you, Lily, he's going to be a GREAT quiddicth player, just like his father!" Lily rolled her eyes and smacked him lightly on the cheek. "Oh, you.." While Harry was preoccupied with the broom, she leaned over to give her husband a quick kiss. James grinned. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" Lily smiled as Harry looked up enthusiastically. "Luv u! Luv u!" James laughed. "Alright, that I love the both of you?" Lily smiled. "Nah.. Just twice today." This time it was James's turn to smack her lightly on the cheek.
Just then, there was a resounding knock at the door. Puzzled, James crossed to the peephole, and looked out. "Now who could that be?" he muttered, trying to see. Suddenly, it all became clear to him. "Lily!" he yelled. "Grab Harry and run upstairs! It's Voldemort! I'll try to hold him off!" As he yelled, he slowly backed up, wand out. In the middle of his instructions, the door burst open. James continued to yell to his wife, but soon stopped, needing to concentrate on the task at hand.
"Give up, Potter.. Thrice you have defied me.. I will not let you escape again." Voldemort moved forward swiftly. James cast an eye at the stairs. "No! LILY!" he cried, just as a curse caught him in the chest, and everything went black.