A/N: i don't own any of the harry potter characters

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There was a banging at the door and suddenly the door was blown off it's hinges by a powerful spell unknown to James. He didn't know how Voldemort had found them or

why he had chosen this exact moment to appear. He had no idea why the protective spells put up around the house hadn't worked or why the order of the phoenix hadn't warned them that he was coming,

perhaps they hadn't known? But that would mean that Dumbledore had made a mistake, and he didn't make mistakes, did he? No, he didn't, but that would mean that the mistake was on the part of James

and Lily, and they were sure they could trust everyone they had confided in, he didn't know who would be fool enough to betray one of the few wizard families willing to fight. What he did know was that

Voldemort had indeed found them and they were all in danger. He knew that somehow somewhere along the line something had gone wrong, and someone had betrayed them. He knew that if he didn't fight

now, Lily and Harry would not survive, and even if he did fight and die for them he knew that they still might die anyways. He knew that he could never let that happen, as long as he still had breath in his body,

he would fight for them to survive. He knew with every fiber of his being that everything came down to this, everything in his life up to that point, every word said, every action taken, every spell learned, all of it

was preparing him for this moment. He could not fail, it was not an option, if he failed now his life meant nothing, and that just wasn't acceptable to him. All of this went through James' mind in a fraction of a

second before he shouted to Lily that she needed to run and he would hold him off. He turned to face his assailant but all he saw was a jet of green light coming from the end of his adversary's wand, when he

saw it he knew that he wasn't long for this world, he was going to die. His last thought was of the love of his life and their son, the only hope they had of a better future. He wanted to

know that they were all right. That Lily had gotten Harry out alive, but he knew it was probably futile. Nobody survived once Voldemort decided he wanted them dead. Oh sure, a few could probably survive by

hiding out somewhere, but once he found them, and they had to face him head on, they were dead already. And they didn't even realize it yet. How unfair is that? But then, how fair can life be if there was

someone like Voldemort around to disregard the value of human life. This was when he realized it, suddenly he didn't care that he was about to die, he knew that Voldemort would never succeed, even though

James was going to die, he still had hope that Lily and Harry would live. The curse hit him as he realized that, and he smiled, knowing that others would soon rise up to replace him, and Lily…That was the

moment when James Potter died, smiling at the thought of his wife.

A/N: keep reading, this is just a prologue the real story starts in the next chapter.