James had been a beacon of hope during the time they were practically imprisoned in their own home. Like always, he tried to cheer the atmosphere of the house, warm it with his silly pranks and ridiculous jokes. It was working for Harry, so far. The messy haired baby was giggling madly, reaching his chubby arms up to pop the multicolored bubbles his father had conjured, using his wand.

But Lily felt uneasy. Something felt off about this particular evening, as if a life changing event was to happen. And it didn't feel like a good thing. Moments later, she was proved correct when the gates to their home banged open, a cloaked figure approaching the door.

Her whole world felt hazy as she gathered Harry in her arms and flew upstairs into her baby's nursery. Tears streaming down her eyes and with nothing but venom for Peter Pettigrew who had betrayed them, she put Harry in his cot and with a pocket knife, drew the rune 'Sowilo' on his forehead. Harry screamed, shrieked and flailed around, but it needed to be done. Sowilo was the rune for power and protection, the protection being fueled by a person dying for another.

With some minor wandless magic, Lily stopped the blood from pouring from the wound. Gathering her little boy in her arms, she soothed him for what might be the last time. Pressing a kiss to his scarred forehead, she whispered prayers.

"Harry, mama loves you, dada loves you. Harry, be safe. Be strong."

Reluctantly, she put her child back in his crib. Harry, his face tearstained and red, stared at her.

"Pa'foo?" he cocked his head curiously.

"Padfoot." Lily nodded tearily, handing the baby his stuffed dog that was resting on a shelf.

The child giggled happily, unaware of the monster that was currently making its way up the stairs, planning their demise.

The stairs creaking informed Lily that James was dead. Her body wracked with sobs as, in a moment of madness, she grabbed the mug she had been drinking tea from earlier and threw it at the wall.

"James is dead, I'll be dead, Harry'll ... No! Harry won't die! My baby won't die! I won't let that selfish, horrible monster kill my baby boy!"

Lily sniffled and wiped her tears with her sleeve. She plucked up what was left of her Gryffindor courage and stood straight in front of Harry's crib. The nursery door blasted open right then, and in stepped a snake faced, black cloaked monster.

"No! Not Harry! Please not Harry! I beg you, not Harry! Take me instead!" Lily begged, her hands gripping the wood of the crib.

The monster laughed coldly.

"Stand aside you silly girl and maybe I'll spare your life."

"No! Not my baby!" Lily wept.

"Then so be it. Avada Kedavra!" he cried.

Lily squeezed her eyes shut, her thoughts centering on how painfully she would kill Dumbledore if he put Harry with Vernon and Petunia. The green light hit her body and she fell down to the ground. But the curse had an after effect, something never heard before. On the palm of her left hand, where the curse had hit, was a bleeding, red lightning bolt scar, similar to rune she'd drawn on her son's forehead, earlier. But the Dark Lord, too distracted with his new prey, didn't notice that.

Voldemort laughed coldly and once again raised his yew wand, this time centering on the black haired, emerald eyed baby in the crib.

"So this is the child destined to defeat me ... No more! Now everyone shall know who is the most powerful, and they will bow at my feet. Any last words, Harry Potter?" the snake faced man laughed.

"Mama." Harry's green eyes centered on his mother's fallen body.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted for the third time, that night.

But the curse rebounded. Lily's love for her son was recognized by Mother Magic and a miracle happened. The curse, upon hitting Harry's forehead, rebounded onto the caster. Lord Voldemort was no more. The only thing left of him was a pile of black robes and a yew wand, both laying on the floor.

The killing curse triggered bleeding in Harry's scar. His face twisting in pain, the child let out a heart wrenching wail. Steps resounded on the floor and a harried looking man stumbled in, his grey eyes taking in the destroyed nursery.

"Harry." he breathed.

The baby, recognizing the voice, opened his misty emerald eyes and cried with joy: "Pa'foo!".

"It's all right, Harry, I'm here."

Sirius Black hurried from the doorway and reached into his godsons crib, scooping the messy haired child from it. Just then, there was moan from the floor. Sirius' head whipped to the floor, where he saw Lily Potter wipe her bloodied right hand on her sea green sweater and struggle to get up.

"Lily! Lily! You amazing witch! You're alive!" Sirius cried.

Lily shook her head and blinked up at Sirius.

"Who's Lily?"

AN: I am so evil, it has no boundaries *cackles in a high voice*!