A/N: This is just a little oneshot that I decided to write, while I was bored. It took about 10 minutes, so be nice and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own the multi-million dollar franchise of Harry Potter, if I did, I would probably be in some mansion in England, instead of being in front of my laptop in Australia
The two parents, faces expressing feelings that cannot be described were mingling with their son, a jubilant look on his face. The relationship between the parents and their offspring was new, but getting stronger every millisecond, reaching from polite relationship to something called love.
Although the three beings in question were all happily united, there was a dark feeling to that night, in Godric's Hollow. James, the older male of the family felt this dark, haunted feeling as he picked his son Harry from the ground and took him to bed. Instead of tucking him into his bed, he hid him under his own desk.
James, quickly telling his son not to move, hurried back into his living room, to talk to his wife, Lily. After briefly explaining the serious predicament they were in, James rushed to his room. He quickly muttered a charm under his breath. Nothing happened. He tried again. "Accio Hallow" he implored. He hadn't needed to summon his cloak before, but obeyed Dumbledor's orders and referred to it as the third hallow.
Before he could do anything else to guard his safety, there was a knock on the door. Not a friendly, neighbourly knock that you would expect at 7pm at night, but a taunting, defying knock, that dared you to open, but knew you wouldn't…
"Lily! He's here! Grab Harry and run!" James implored, almost calmly, yet urgent. Although James had warned the wife that he loved so dearly to safe her life, she wordlessly refused.
The high-pitched laughter of Voldemort pierced the room, as he soon would grandly utter the two words that he presumed would be James Potter's last heard. But James had already drawn his wand, valiantly shouting his most treasured spell.
"Expeliarmus!" James' voice ran through the house, while Voldemort merely whispered his most treasured spell.
"Advada Kedavra" Voldemort's spell pierced James' and mercilessly hit him on the chest.
Lily, throwing herself in front of her bewildered, yet curious son only said four words.
"Leave Him. Take me."
"You don't need to die. I only want the boy" Voldemort protested, angry at this inconvenience. He would have happily killed her, if only it wasn't for his love trodden servant, Snape.
Voldemort did three things with that one spell. He defied his most faithful servant; he killed Lily Potter, and stopped the dark lord Voldemort from ever killing Harry Potter, the Chosen One.