James Potter sighed gently, holding onto his baby's hands that felt so soft. He looked down at the beige carpet and kneeled down.
Harry cried, he wailed and he bawled. James had been trying all night to hush him, even the slightest amount, but it was no use.
"Come on, Harry. I know you can't talk, but can you please tell me what's wrong?" James tried desperately, nearing laughing at himself. He turned around when he heard his wife, Lily, giggle quietly.
"Harry isn't going to answer you," she teased lightly through pursed lips. Her fiery hair was up in a nice bun, only a few strands hung out.
James bit his cheek, giving Lily a pleading and alarmed look. She closed her eyes slightly, nodded, and then strolled into the noisy room.
"It's alright, Harry. Hush, darling." Lily attempted, hugging her child tightly and rubbing his back. Her soothing voice took over the room, causing James to smile faintly. In all the noise, they didn't hear the front door open.
A silent figure crept into the room, a long wand sticking from his black robes. Terrifying ruby eyes peered around.
James turned around abruptly, a petrified look glued on his face.
"Lily, go upstairs now." James screamed, trying to control his fear. You knew this day was coming, you know you're going to die.
The room felt stone cold; Lily fled upstairs, her heart threatening to jump out of her chest. Harry's cries grew louder and scared.
Lily waited and listened, tears staining her face and her chest unable to stop moving so quickly. Why…why me?
"I've wanted to do this for so long, you see." Voldemort's bitter voice froze James, who made no attempt to bring his wand out.
"You're…you're evil." James said through dry tears. He closed his eyes silently and held his breath. He heard a hiss and could feel death getting closer.
"Please don't hurt Lily or Harry." He pleaded hopelessly. "I'll do anything."
"Avada Kedavra!" A green light emitted from The Dark Lord's wand. James didn't need to hold his breath any longer.
No, please. Please don't hurt Harry. Lily pleased with her mind, scraping at her head. A loud spell echoed into Harry's nursery. Her heart stopped.
"James," she whispered barely, clinging onto Harry.
Please.
She looked down at Harry and whispered, "Harry, you are so loved. Mama loves you. Dada loves you. Harry, be safe. Be strong."
Footsteps grew louder, and with every step, a tear fell from Lily's face. She braced for the moment when the dark hooded monster finally reached the room. But she wasn't prepared. With Harry in his crib, she shielded him desperately, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"James is dead, you will be dead, and Harry will be dead. Why are you trying to stop me?" Voldemort whispered through clenched teeth.
"No! Don't hurt Harry! Please!" Lily shrieked. But she knew it was no use, the second she heard those unforgivable words, the minute she saw that green light, she calmed down. Closing her eyes, Lily tried to breath in one last breath, but never got to.