"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" Those were the last words Lily Potter would ever hear from her husband, and while part of her refused to accept it, the rest of her knew it to be true. "Shhh mommy's got you, mommy's here," she tried in vain to soothe her only son, the explosions and sounds of spell fire coming from the first floor not doing anything to help in that endeavor. "It's going to be ok," she trailed off as the sounds coming from downstairs stopped just as suddenly as they began. Rushing to put Harry in the crib, she only just managed before the door was blown off its hinges. "Foolish girl," came a high pitched voice that sent shivers down her spine, "Did you really think you could stop me, Lord Voldemort?" He moved further into the room as Lily desperately tried to pick herself up off the floor. "Your husband put up an excellent fight, a pity such pure blood must be spilt," he stated as he glanced towards the crib. "You monster!" Lily yelled, "You claim to care about the advancement of the wizarding world but you have done nothing but slowly tear it apart."
She was openly sobbing at this point, and only the thought of putting herself between this monster and her child was keeping her moving. "Such an admirable display of courage," Lord Voldemort hissed, "Join me, and I will ensure you are treated with the proper respect, and I swear of my own magic that no harm will come to your child." Lily paused in her slow crawl across the floor, what was she willing to do to save her child? An oath sworn on one's own magic was an oath that, if broken, would rip the magic from your very soul. "And if I accept?" Lily questioned, "What exactly would be the 'Proper Respect' for someone that all of your followers consider dirty." Voldemort chuckled softy. "My dear girl, I am but a half-blood, born of a squib and a Muggle." Lily stopped cold. "I can see the confusion on your face, but that is a discussion for another time." Lord Voldemort slowly raised his wand, and leveled it directly at Lily's heart, "You have one chance to answer my question, or your life is forfeit."
Slowly pushing herself off the floor, Lily looked past Voldemort to see the broken body of James, her husband and best friend, lying at the foot of stairs. Hanging her head in shame, she said quietly, "I will join you, but I require the oath now, that no harm will come to my child from you, or anyone who follows you, marked or not." Voldemort openly laughed at this, "You shall have your oath," he raised his wand, "I, Tom Marvollo Riddle, swear on my life and my magic that no harm shall come to your son, by my hand or by any of those who call themselves my followers. So mote it be!" Voldemort looked at Lily as he felt the magic tighten in his chest. "Satisfied?" He asked with a grin. "Yes, because now I can do this!" Lily cried as she brought her wand slashing down "AVADA KEDAVRA!" she yelled, just as Voldemort took a step to the side. "Foolish, foolish girl. You leave me no choice." With a wave of his hand, Lily was sent flying against the wall, the last thing she saw was Lord Voldemort, darkest wizard since Grindelwald, pick her child up and sweep out of the house. Her final thought was of Severus, and just before she died, she sent him a Patronus with the simple message, "Take care of him".