Hey guys! This is my first HP fanfic, so don't expect anything spectacular. Sorry it's so short, but the chapters to come will be longer! So, anyway, enjoy!
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off—"
Lily shoots one last worried glance at James, the last time she'll ever see him again. She runs off and goes to baby Harry, lying innocently in his crib, blissfully unaware of the horror of the situation. A blinding flash of green light comes from downstairs and despite already knowing that this was going to happen, Lily's heart sinks. She blinks back tears, comforting a now crying Harry, soothing him, yet knowing that in a matter of minutes, they would all be dead by Voldemort's hand.
A cackle of high-pitched laughter comes from the stairs. He was near now.
"Face me valiantly, Lily Potter," he spits out the last word, Lily hearing the smirk, the arrogance in his words, as he continues, "Face me and you will go like your husband went, straight-backed and proud." Lily's heart stops. He was just outside the door. It was over now. She continued to soothe Harry, putting on a fake smile for his sake, until his frown turns yet again into a smile.
The door bursts open and Lord Voldemort himself walks in, cackling maniacally at the sight of the pair.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" Lily cried, pleading in vain with the heartless man that killed her husband and countless others without any regret.
"Stand aside, you silly girl. Stand aside now." He laughs at her foolishness. How could she ever dream, ever hope of standing up to him? He, the one whose very name instills terror in the hearts of all wizards and witches alike. He, the greatest wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort.
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead…" She begs once again, shielding a confused Harry with her petite body, as if that would change the fact that they would both be dead in a matter of minutes. Voldemort scowls. This pathetic woman could've been on his side. Both of them. But the stubborn fools wouldn't have it, and tonight, Voldermort was going to make them pay. With their lives.
"No! Not Harry! Please…have mercy…have mercy…" Harry hears a shrill, familiar shriek, the noise barely audible over his own cries, before a flash of green light fills his eyes, and a howl of pain could be heard before everything faded to black.
So, horrible? Ok? Review!
Ok, so technically this isn't really related to the story itself, but I felt like starting off with this, so don't worry!
Peace out
