The television buzzed loudly in the small cottage, in Godric's Hollow, as a Halloween kids show flickered and flashed on the large screen. James Potter was staring at it, his eyes wide, and the lights reflecting on his square glasses. Harry was sitting happily on his knee and tugging at his father's messy black hair playfully, but he did not seem to notice or care. "Lily!" He shouted excitedly, not taking his eyes off the screen. "Lily, this muggle Teloviser is brilliant! How do they do it? Come here and watch!"

Lily walked into the room, her flaming auburn hair wrapped into a loose bun and a grubby apron tied around her neck. She frowned at him.
"First of all James, it's a television and second of all it may have escaped your notice but I was actually raised by muggles! I'm the one who bought this because I actually knew what it was, so I don't feel the need to come in here and stare at it for six hours straight." She paused and looked at the screen, "Besides I've already seen that, it's Halloween and they put all that stuff on so I watched it with Harry earlier." James's brow furrowed but he did not look away from the show, he just wiggled his head a bit to entertain the little green eyed boy who laughed excitedly on his lap, oblivious to the colourful images on the Television.

Exhausted, Lily pulled off the apron, threw it onto the sofa and sat next to James. "I thought you were cooking?" He asked.
"Well I am but I don't need to stand and watch the oven for ten minutes so I came in here." Trying to sound angry proved difficult and her smile gave her away. James peeled his eyes from the TV and winked at her.
"Alright, Mrs potter," he joked as he leant over and quickly stole a kiss from her. Lily's cheeks flushed but she stared at the screen to avoid James's smug grin.
He'd been saying that at every chance he got since they'd been married.

"Hate you." She muttered, but James knew exactly what that meant.
"Love you." He replied.

She sighed and made a little fuss over the gurgling Harry who was clapping his hands and poking James. It was moments like this that the couple really loved. The moments where all troubles were forgotten and they just felt like... well, they felt like a family.

The oven pinged and Lily grabbed her apron as she left James with Harry curled up on his lap. After a few moments the little boy pointed to something out of the window and tapped his father's head.
"Dadda! Dadda!" He shouted.
"Kiddo, it's just trick or treaters, we're not doing that this year." He gently pushed the tiny hand away from his face and ruffled his hair affectionately, pulling him tighter into his arms.
"Dadda!" He shouted again, more insistent.
James glanced up. What he saw made his blood run cold. Time stopped for a second as his heart threw itself into his throat, he was going to scream, no vomit. That was it. He felt sick. He stood up with Harry in his arms. He didn't know what to do or what he was about to do as he saw the dark cloaked figure approach the garden path in a swirl of black robes.

"LILY!" He screamed and she flew into the room.
"What? James, what is it?" Panic tainted voice as she saw James's pale and frightened face.
"Him! Quick, take Harry and go! Now!" Lily's eyes widened and she let out a little scream.
"Him? James, are you serious!"
"Yes! Now Lily, please! I'll take him now run!" He passed her the little boy after he'd kissed his forehead.
"But you don't have your wan-"
"LILY!" He shouted, pleading her to take Harry and get away.
"Lily take Harry and go! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" His voice cracked as she paused and looked at him, her green eyes watering. He stared back at her, his eyes sparkling too.

"I love you." She said.
"I love you too." He whispered as she held Harry in her arms, turned and ran up the stairs.

She was on the landing when she heard the door smash open and the chilling voice bellow throughout the cottage. She felt sick with fear. The cold voice that haunted her nightmares, was shouting below her. She'd lived through this a thousand times in her head and worried about when it would happen and what would happen and now it had and James was there, and he was wandless and defenceless. She wanted to help, desperately wanted to run down and help him but she couldn't. She couldn't leave her baby. They'd both agreed on that.

"Out of my way, POTTER!" Voldemort yelled as James threw himself towards him.
Lily ran into Harry's room and slammed the door, her heart racing in her chest and the blood pumping in her ears.
"No, not James, please not James!" She begged as she clutched Harry to her chest, And that's when she heard it. Two words that hit her like ice cold silver bullets.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

A flash of brilliant green light lit up everything and she let out a silent scream of agony.

James. Was dead.

Tears stung her eyes as she heard his body crash to the floor downstairs and she heard the first half of her world shatter. She clasped the other half tightly to her chest as she fell apart and sobbed in the little dark room. He was gone, her family was broken and Harry was next.

No.

"No." She whispered.

"No he is not next." Her voice was shaking as tears streamed down her face. She looked into Harry's confused eyes and pressed her forehead to his.

"I love you, and so does your daddy, remember that for me, sweetheart. Always remember that." Her voice broke and she placed him into the cot, her hands shaking as she heard the footsteps approach the door.

Lily take Harry and go! Run! I'll hold him off!

James's words echoed in her head. He died for her. For Harry. She wouldn't let that be in vain.

She had no wand, but neither had James. She had nothing at all, not even time, but that wouldn't stop her. She was determined. She stood in front of the cot fiercely protecting her child, and when the monster who had killed her husband burst into the room she did not feel hate. She felt nothing but love. Love for James and for Harry.

"Give me the boy." The voice pierced and filled her with fear; but with courage too.

For James and for Harry, she thought.

She stopped and looked at him and said just one word.
In that one word, she conveyed everything, all the bravery and all the love for her family she had and all the love she would not now have a chance to give. She thought of the life she could have had, should have had with her new family, of the future that had been cruelly snatched from her and she put everything she had left to give into that word.

"No."

And in a flash of blinding green light, she was gone.

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