On a warm July evening a young couple sat in their living room slowly writing letters and wrapping parcels whilst glancing up every few minutes. The man was sitting hunched over and looked as if he was struggling to hold back the tears which were threatening to spill out from behind his eyelids. However, the woman was making no attempt to hide her tears as they rolled silently down her cheeks before falling onto the emerald green carpet. The letters and parcels to celebrate every year of Harry's life up until he came of age at 17 just in case…

"Is he coming tonight James?" the woman whispered fearfully.

"I don't know Lily. I just don't know" James replied. He was sick and tired of this waiting, the waiting to see whether he was going to murder them. Night after night after night they had sat in the front room wondering how long they had left. Wondering how Lord Voldemort was going to kill them. Would they be tortured for information? Would dying hurt? Could they escape? These and other questions raced through their minds each night. But they were too scared to say them out loud and they didn't want to scare their beautiful boy. Harry Potter was just a year old and was possibly already facing death. How could anyone even think about wanting to murder innocent children? Lily shuddered to think of how terrible Lord Voldemort actually was. Suddenly a gust of wind from the front door opening announced the arrival of someone coming into the house. Sharing one last, agonizingly painful panic stricken look James and Lily Potter went their separate ways, Lily up the stairs to the twin's room and James into the hall. No words were spoken between them, there was no need. They both knew this moment would come and they accepted their fates willingly, but they had to get there boy safely away from here, to somewhere nobody could hurt him.

James Potter was a brave man who would do anything to keep his beautiful wife and children safe. He would gratefully die a million times if he knew it would keep his family safe. He and Lily had thought they were safe, they did not believe for one second that their friends would betray them and even now staring Voldemort full in the face, he could not believe that a friend had turned spy for Voldemort. As such neither James nor Lily Potter had been carrying their wands when Voldemort had come in…

Suddenly, Lily felt a great surge of pain through her heart and knew instantly that her lovely, amazing, kind husband James Potter was dead. Shocked she swayed on the spot for a whole minute picturing there time together, it was much shorter than she had thought. A high, cold, cruel voice jolted her back to her senses,

"Miss Evans, give me your children and I will spare your miserable, mudblood existence." The voice was mocking her, and it was becoming louder and clearer the closer he got. Lily Potter rushed into Harry's room and desperately started to barricade herself in, knowing it was pointless and she was only delaying her certain death. The banging and scraping of Lily moving the furniture had woken Harry, as Lily pulled him close to her and breathed in his scent, she realised what she had to do. To save her baby she would have to make the ultimate sacrifice, but if it would save her little angel, how could she not?

As Voldemort blew the barricade effortlessly away, Lily placed Harry carefully into his cot and turned to face Voldemort, as she looked into those deathly red eyes and felt the life being erased from her body, all she could think about was her beautiful baby boy and she prayed her plan had worked.