Hi everyone, this is my first ever fanfiction and it is an idea I have had in my mind for some time now! I hope you like it, but if you see any errors or areas of improvement, please let me know – I won't get any better otherwise.
Prologue – To Start at the End
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related – all rights to J.K Rowling
The cold terror spread through James' veins like wildfire, crackling through his blood and turning it to ice.
How could this have happened? He was sure they could trust him; he had been their friend, their ally. How could he betray them now?
These thoughts whistled through James' mind, until they all became blurred into one, but he knew none of that mattered now. All he could hope for that was that he had given them enough time to escape. If he could just hold him off in time for them to find a way out, then he could leave this world in peace.
Crash!
The door flew off its hinges, splinters scattering around the room like confetti, his shadow filling the hall. James felt himself swallow as he stared at the macabre creature before him, his midnight – black robes billowing around him, his pale lips curved upwards in a sickening and humourless smile.
"James Potter…" His voice was a whisper, but they seemed to echo off the walls as if he shouted them. "I will skip the pleasantries – give me the boy." At these words, James felt his fear give way to steely determination; he could not believe this monster simply expected him to give up his only son.
"I will never let you kill my son or hurt my wife." Voldemort's gruesome smile twitched only for an instant.
"Such a pity. Avada Kedavra!" James felt life leave him in a final gasp as the jet of bright green light connected with his chest.
At the other end of the house, Lily heard James' body hit the floor; she could not restrain the cry that escaped her lips. She leaned against the door, taking deep breaths until her eyes fell on Harry. Wiping away the tears that were cascading down her face, she knelt down in front of the large wooden cot where Harry sat, his bright green eyes so like hers, alight with curiosity.
"Harry my darling, you are going to have to be so strong…so brave." Lily's voice broke as she looked down on her small son, her last living fragment of James. "And I promise one day…we will see you again. I promise." Her voice was cut off by a deafening noise behind her. Standing up, she stood squarely in front of the cot, ready to face the monster.
The door suddenly flew open and there he stood, his wand raised, his scarlet eyes shone with something that resembled glee. Lily stood firmly in front of the cot, although ever muscle in her body was screaming at her to run.
"I'll make this simple for you…stand aside, I have not come for you – just the boy." Voldemort hissed; Lily found herself shaking her head. She screamed her defiance. She saw the monster raise his wand and saw his lips move as he uttered the spell that snap the thread of her fate. As the jet of emerald light flew towards her, she had just one simple thought in her mind.
"James…" She whispered as she too fell to the ground. Voldemort stepped over Lily's body as casually as if she had been a rug and prepared to cast the spell that would shatter his reign and crown Harry Potter as a living legend.
This is the part of Lily and James Potter's story that is known so well, yet it is the end. Just like any story, there was a beginning and a middle and now is the time to tell it….