Luck. It's what I'd have if I didn't get sued for claiming to own the Harry Potter Series. That series is owned by J.K. Rowling. Not by me.

October 31st, 1981

"Our actions usually define who we are, what principles we abide, and more importantly – what paths we are likely to follow in the face of immediate danger – where immediate action is needed. This is one of those times where your choice does not affect only yourself – but your friends, and loved ones." - Johnathan Potter.

AN: First Story. Be Harsh. I like it. Review when you see something you do (or don't) like in the story. That will be all.

Godric's Hollow was a normally silent neighborhood, predominantly populated by muggles. Lily Potter thought this was a perfect location to raise a child – and so her husband and herself moved there. They were what you would call 'Wizards'. Humans who possessed the ability to use a supernatural power called 'magic'.

The day had been October 31st, and James Potter was not having fun. He was dueling one of the most powerful Dark Wizards in a very long time, and sadly – the battle was not going his way. He needed a peripeteia. Without one, he couldn't see himself leaving this battle intact.

"AVADA KADARVA!"

James shook his head free of his musings and quickly dodged the incoming curse. As his counter, he shouted:

"Conjunctivitis!"

His attacker squeezed his eyes shut as the curse began to blur his vision until he ultimately saw no more. Temporarily impaired, he cursed silently to himself before flinging his wand about randomly and roaring random curses.

The two had been battling for nearly an hour, and it seemed to be nearing its end. James had been covered in several cuts and gashes from random debris and sometimes spells. His entire chest was covered in blood – and his left arm had been almost completely broken. His skin had been charred in several places from the few fire spells his attacker successfully hit him with. His attacker had been doing a bit better than him sadly, he had been covered in several gashes across his chest and face, his forehead was covered completely in blood, his left ear was missing, and his robes were turned into nothing more than torn cloth. But regardless of his state of dress, he appeared he could survive this encounter – that is, if he could get to a medic in time.

James realized this and searched for cover, he needed a battle plan if he wanted to escape this encounter alive. The incoming hail of spells however, had startled him – the last thing he would expect from one of the greatest, darkest wizards in quite some time, would be sub-par reaction speed. He certainly hadn't been showing it during the previous hour of their battle.. Something wasn't right with this. He quickly took cover behind his broken television and began to devise a plan.

"He's blinded – but for god knows how long.. Maybe I should-" James thought quickly, but was interrupted by a Flipendo Jinx that knocked the television he had been hiding behind onto his head. He yelled out in pain.. the desire to fall unconscious was overwhelming. He couldn't though. He had to save his son, and his beautiful wife.

He dived out of cover and quickly fired a spell at the Dark Wizard who seemed to have found out his location and had been in the midst of pronouncing a killing curse.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

With a yell the Dark Wizard had stiffened, then fell to the ground with a loud thump. It seemed the Dark Wizard had been sustained at last.. James sighed deeply and fell to the ground breathing loudly. He was fighting an uphill battle – but he couldn't just let himself go just yet. He needed to get his family out of here.

He crawled over to the nearly destroyed staircase that lead up-stairs to where his wife and son had been hiding. With a great amount of effort he began to stand, shaking every now and then, but began his trek up the stairs. After a few minutes of struggle he made it to his son's room which had been marked with a small golden plate labeled: "Harry". He put his hand on the doorknob and pushed slowly – making sure he didn't make too much noise. But before he could stick his head in he felt the last of his strength go. He fell onto the door – almost knocking it off of it's hinges. Unconscious.

AUTHORS NOTE!

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