James Potter saw the deadly flash of green light before he heard those two words being spat across the room at him. He had no wand, no weapons, nothing.
He knew what the consequences would be. He knew he was dying to save his son, who had barely lived, and Lily, the love of his life.
It was this knowledge, the knowledge that by laying down his life, he was giving Lily the precious seconds she needed to grab Harry, and run. He took one final breath, as he blocked the dark wizard's passage. He thought of Lily and his son. He closed his eyes.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Everything was white.
Just as James had imagined it to be. Somehow these places always appear white. His bespectacled eyes searched around him. Everything was quiet. James had never been one for quiet. He pondered everything that had just happened. He paced around the whiteness, humming as he went. Humming was a distraction, his mind was racing, and he needed a distraction. James stopped humming, he heard a different sound; he heard crying.
James ran towards the noise. He found himself outside the white; he was now in a small village. A small village that appeared to be an exact replica of Godric's Hollow. The crying grew louder, he was getting closer.
"Lily!" he said to himself
With a sudden burst of hope, James sprinted along the street, searching for his home. His hazel eyes fell upon it, it looked just like he had left it. He pushed open the door and ran inside. He had found the source of the crying, he ran upstairs.
"LILY! HARRY!" he bellowed.
He looked in Harry's room and saw his wife in a crumpled heap on the floor where Harry's cot once stood. She looked up, her green eyes filled with tears. James ran to her side, he knelt down and wrapped his arms around her as she wept. He realised what had happened.
"We're dead aren't we?"
Lily stopped crying and gazed into the loving eyes of her husband.
"Yes, James, we are."
Authors Note
Quick prologue, to set the scene really. Let me know if it's worth continuing! x