A/N This is my first fan fiction! Yay! I hope it lives up to your expectations. Told from 3rd person POV for James then Lily. Please R&R!
James
James laughed as the black-haired baby reached out one tiny hand and tried to grab the smoke James had just conjured. The ring dissipated, and Harry put his hand down, looking sad. The door to the kitchen opened and Lily stepped in the sitting room, looking as beautiful as ever.
"Aw, poor Harry! Let me hold him for a little while!" she exclaimed.
"Alright. Phew! Come here Harry!" James picked up Harry and passed him to Lily, then fell onto the sofa, exhaustedly dropping his wand next to him. "He is so energetic!"
Just then, the front door burst open, with a huge draft blowing in.
"Who's there?!" James dashed into the hall. "Lily, take Harry and go! It's Him! I'll hold him off! Run!"
James cursed mentally. He had forgotten to take his wand! Mentally berating himself, James dimly heard Voldemort laugh. His final thoughts were of Lily and Harry. His wife, so beautiful and such a good, young mother. His son, barely one year old, and yet so playful. James knew he couldn't beat Voldemort, just hoped Harry and Lily made it away safely
"Avada Kedavra!"
The brilliant green light filled the hallway, and James Potter collapsed, lifeless.