This was truly my first fic but I didn't put it down first this is my version of what happened on that faitful night.
Disclaimer: the work is from J.K.Rowlings stories of which I do not own and make no claim 2.
The one thing he didn't understand
He turned from Lilly's cold lifeless body to Harry in his highchair,
Harry looked at his mother's body he could still feel her warmth around him,
he looked at the man in front of him, you could almost see the love of Lilly that stood between them,
but Voldemort was blind to it. Once again he started to say the words that had left Lilly how she was now,
but this time there was no dead body in the place the curse was aimed at just baby Harry with a lightening bolt scar on his head and where the caster stood was a ghostly form,
but not a ghost of the wizard that had caused so much peril brought down by a thing he didn't understand.
Love.