He told me to go. To leave him here, but to go upstairs, get Harry and stay with our son. Foolishly, I obeyed him, figuring that James was simply being overprotective, and that I would see him in a moment's time. From what I could see, the night was the same as all Halloweens past, with the exception of a stillness I had not previously known.
However, before I went upstairs, he slipped an arm around my waist and kissed me. When we broke apart, he held me close an whispered in my ear. "I love you, Lily. Forever and always." I whispered back, "I love you, too." We stood there for am moment, wrapped in each other's arms and staring into each other's eyes. Then he released me and wordlessly nodded towards the stairs.
As I held our sleeping son, I wondered what James was thinking. Why had he sent me up here, to hide? It wasn't as if Voldemort had found our secret keeper, not with Sirius as a decoy. No one would expect Peter to be entrusted with such a responsibility.
However, my thoughts were interrupted by a loud BANG from downstairs. The front door had flown open. I held Harry closer, paralyzed with fear. I could hear footsteps and James's low voice. However, the silence was broken by high-pitched laugh, an explosion, and James's cry. Then the night was still once more.
I could hear nothing downstairs. I didn't know what to think, what to do. I simply held Harry close and stood there, unable to move as thoughts and fears swirled through my head.
A sudden sound from downstairs brought me back to Earth. There were footsteps, coming closer to the stairs. I shrank against the wall, praying wildly that James was coming to get Harry and I. The footsteps grew louder as the person reached the top of the stairs.
All of a sudden, all was quiet. Slowly, the doorknob began to turn. I held Harry, cradeling him in my arms. The door slammed open with a sudden BANG. In the doorframe stood a tall, cloaked figure with a hood and mask covering the most of its face. It started towards Harry and I, wand pointed directly at baby Harry.
"You could live." The voice was like nothing I had ever heard before; dark, cold and empty. "Give me the boy. I will let you live." Although I seemed to have to be reminding myself to breath every so often, I somehow found my voice.
"No." To my surprise, my voice didn't portray the slightest amount of fear. "Leave Harry. Take me." The figure slowly shook its head. "Stupid girl. Give me the child!" I stood my ground. The creature raised its wand and pointed it at me. I heard the cry of the spell, saw the sharp green light, but nothing seemed to be real. The only thing I could comprehend was James's voice in my head: "I love you, Lily. Forever and always." Then everything went black.
This story was a sad story to write. It was very out-of-character for me, as I really don't like angsty stories, but I had the idea and had to put it down. I'm thinking of makeing it a twoshot, possibly adding James's POV. I'll decide based on the reaction towards this story. Please take the time to review.