„LILY! Take Harry and run! Its HIM!" James Potter shouted at his young wife as the front door got blown out of its hangings and flew into the hall. In the frame stood a tall figure in black robes and red eyes that glowed like fire. In his right hand he held a wand, pointing at James.
When Lily heard the shout of her husband she sprinted up into their babies room and picked the one-year old Harry up. Amazingly, Harry seemed to know what was going one, because he didn't make any noise when his mother had interrupted his peaceful sleep. Now he stared at her with his emerald green eyes, the same that where staring back at him.
Lily could hear the shouting of her beloved husband and Voldemort as they where throwing curses at each other. Deep down in her heart, Lily knew, that this would be the last time to hear her husbands voice. James was no quitter, but all of them knew, that his chance, to come out of battle against the very strong wizard alive, was slim to none. He wouldn't be able to stand against Voldemort, at least not when he was alone.
Lily's mind was racing as she tried to think of a way out for her family. She wouldn't give up easily, not when she had to protect hers and James' baby son. Automatically she grabbed for her wand in her left jeans pocket but… it wasn't there! She must have lost her wand… and Lily knew, that this would be her death. She wouldn't even be able to defend herself. She was absolutely helpless.
A scream, full of pain and agony, brought her back to the actual happenings around her. Suddenly, the house went quiet and Lily could feel, with the pain that had erupted in her heart, that James, the love of her life, was not in this world anymore. A tear slowly made its way down her cheeks and fell into Harry's black messy hair. The trademark of the Potter family.
Heavy footsteps climbing up the stairs interrupted her thoughts and she pressed the baby's body closer to her. Lily knew that she would be able to give up her life to protect her son. It was her fate as a mother in these times of darkness.
Slowly, as if to give her more time to built up her fear, the door to the nursery opened, and Voldemort entered the room. Lily had her back facing him, but she didn't doubt one moment that it was him. She just knew.
"Stand aside, woman. I only want the boy!" the cold voice of the dark lord hissed.
"No! I will not! You will have to kill me!" Lily's voice sounded calm even though she was trembling. Lily was a true Gryffindor after all.
"Stand aside, silly girl!" He grew angrier with the minute and he would have to strike soon when he wanted to get, what he needed so badly.
"NO!" Lily said, this time with even more force in her voice. She wouldn't give up her son!
Slowly Voldemort raised his wand at the back of the young woman in front of him. Without any feelings the two words, that would end her life immediately, departed from his lips and green lightening emitted from the tip of his wand. Without a sound of pain, Lily dropped to the floor and laid there, emotionless.
Than Voldemort pointed his wand at the little baby, which was still in the arms of his dead mother. With wide eyes the boy started up at the cloaked figure.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort shouted and again the green light zoomed towards his victim. But something happened, Voldemort had not intend. The green light hit the boy but was returned to the dark wizard. Without time to protect himself he was hit by the force of his own blow and screamed in pain. With a flash of white light Lord Voldemort was gone and only one little boy remained. Suddenly the boy started crying as an bold like scar appeared on his forehead. From now on, Harry James Potter would be known as the-boy-who-lived throughout the whole wizarding world.