A/N: I'm a massive Jily shipper and this story kind of reminds me of everything they've been through together. This is a one shot :) Don't forget to review!


James Potter lifted a tiny Harry into his arms, cradling and cooing at the small baby with the bright, green eyes. James heard small footsteps coming towards him and looked up into the exact same, green eyes. A smile played around his lips.

"He's falling asleep, I'll take him upst- Oh." Lily Potter let out a small gasp as James captured her lips in his. Her body relaxed into his, his square body perfectly framing her small one.

The night might have gone on with tragedies everything would be fine. James and Lily Potter may have even gone on to have a baby girl with auburn hair and hazel eyes to accompany little Harry. But life never works out that way.

So, instead of James carrying Lily and Harry upstairs, to live in Godric's Hollow in their perfect moment of forever, a knock came at the door. A loud, hollow knock that brought fear into James heart. The type of knock that could only mean trouble.

He looked into Lily's shining green eyes for the last time and shouted for Lily Potter to protect their son; and that he would give up his life for them. He shouted that he loved her. He knew that the time had come, he was going to die.

His wand lay) strewn across sofa on the other side of the room. There was no time, he would have to greet Death wandless, unarmed.

"LILY! GO!." Her bright, bright green eyes watered and she nodded.

Her wand lay next to James'. Her eyes flickered to it but her son's cries brought her to her senses.

She looked once again at James' hazel eyes and rushed up the stairs, wiping her tears away.

She told herself to be strong. She closed her eyes as she saw the flash of green. She told herself to stay in the world long enough to protect Harry. She would see James soon anyway.

She placed baby Harry into his cradle, little Harry who knew no better.

Harry Potter didn't understand why Mummy was crying. He didn't understand her sobs.

He didn't understand why Mummy held her arms in front of him, blocking his view of the funny man who wasn't Daddy.

He didn't understand what the words, "AVADA KEDAVRA" meant.

He didn't understand the flash of green as Mummy fell down.

He didn't understand why Mummy's eyes had lost all their depth.

He didn't understand but, that night in Godric's Hollow, a spine-tingling scream was heard, coming from little one year old, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.