It was a crisp night. All seemed to be silent, all the houses were going dark as their owners climbed into their beds. The leaves rustled, and a swing in a backyard creaked in the soft wind that blew. It was as the town of Godric's Hollow always was, peaceful. Yet inside one house, everything was but peaceful.
"Lily! It's him! Take Harry and Go! I'll try to hold him off!" James Potter yelled to his wife, Lily Potter, as the sound of their door being cursed off its hinges sounded through the house. Once James saw that Lily had made it up stares, James turned all his attention to the man, no monster, which would have to step over his dead body before it got any closer to his wife and son.
"Do you really think that your mudblood wife will get away that easily Potter?" Voldemort hissed at James.
"Don't you touch her Voldemort! Or my son!" James yelled holding his wand steadied and keeping it pointed at Voldemort's chest. 'Lily will use the portkey and her and Harry will be safe. They'll be safe at Hogwarts.' James thought trying not to let Voldemort's words get to him.
"I do hope that your not thinking that the portkey that mudblood loving fool left you will still be there? In that adorable little hiding spot among the little brats toys." Voldemort said. Then with out warning he shot a curse at James. James only just got out of the way.
"STUPIFY!" James shouted back and a jet of red light flew out of his wand and straight toward Voldemort. But with a wave of his wand, Voldemort deflexed the curse, and it in stead it hit a picture on the wall, shattering the glass. The battle continued on, some curses getting through on both sides, though James was coming off worse.
"Tell me Potter, how does it feel knowing that everyone you love is going to die?" Voldemort said in between curse.
'He's just trying to get to you don't listen. He's trying to make you break focus, don't let him brake you.' James thought furiously to himself.
"Or better yet how does it feel to know that someone you trusted, betrayed you by placing you right into my hands. I believe you know whom I speak of." Voldemort hissed.
That got James. In that moment the weeks and months pry to this flashed through his mind: Him going to Sirius, asking Sirius to protect his family. Sirius saying that it would be safer to use someone else as everyone would suspect him. Peter and Sirius asking to have a word with him at Harry's first birthday. Peter. Peter saying that Remus has been acting odd lately. Peter saying that he had reason to believe that Remus might be the spy. Sirius saying that using Peter would be a perfect bluff. "Who would use some one who barely made it out of Hogwarts alive?" Peter saying that it would be an honor to protect his, James', family. Peter. Peter saying that he would feel safer if no one knew about the switch, not even the order, because of the spy. Making Peter the secret keeper.
Peter.
Seeing that he had gotten through and effected James, with a wave of his wand Voldemort sent James flying across the room. James hit the wall with a sickening crack and slumped to the floor. James tried to see straight but was having a very hard time doing it. He tried to feel for his wand around him as he saw a burl slowly move towards him. Then James was lifted off the floor and was hanging in the air in front of Voldemort.
"Well, well, well, look at this. Dumbledore's golden boy at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Oh, how I wish the old fool were here to see this. Hm, now, what shall I do with you? It seems highly anticlimactic to just kill you after all we've been through,"
James struggled to get out of the hold Voldemort had over his body, but it was no use. The last blow James took made him too weak to perform any wandless magic. Instead of cursing Voldemort as he so dearly wanted to James did the next best thing he could think of in his current position. He spat right into Voldemort's right eye. He saw that there was some blood mixed in with his salvia.
"You stupid, foolish boy!" Voldemort yelled. "Cruiso!" And James felt, not for the first time in his life, the power of Lord Voldemort's cruisardus cures. It took ever ounces of will power and energy he had left in his body not to scream out with pain.
"I have said it before Potter," Voldemort said as he lifted the cures off James, yet kept him suspended in the air. "If you were to join me, you would prove to be a most promising Death Eater. Consider this your last chance."
"How fucking thick are you? I will NEVER join you!" James yelled anger flowing through his veins.
"We shall see. We shall see. Maybe after I kill your wife and son you will think differently. Yet, they are not all that you fight for are they," Voldemort added after seeing a flicker of pain and determination pass through James hazel eyes. "Or should I say all who you fight for. No, no I think it will be better to see after I have killed them all. Down to the ever last mudblood loving fool." Voldemort laughed a high-pitched cruel laugh that made the hair on the back of James' neck stand up. James stayed silent.
'If I keep him busy down here, Lily will have found another way out. She would have gotten Harry out by now. They're safe. But I have to stall him as long as I can to be sure.'
"Hm, now how should we go about this? I can't keep you with me. The mudblood lovers will come looking for you. Ah, yes. That will work nicely. Potter, how would you like to act as my tester?" Voldemort asked James, although by the tone of his voice that James had no say in the matter. "You see I have devised a new spell, though I have been unable to test it properly. Lets see if it works shall we?" Voldemort took a step back from James and pointed his wand at James' chest.
"You know, you might as well point it at my heart." James said dryly.
"Oh no Mr. Potter, this spell is not meant for your heart." Then Voldemort cast a spell that emitted a white mist that hovered in the air for only on moment, then shot at James' chest. At once, James could feel a change pass over his body. His breathing became deeper, and breathes farer apart. It felt as though he was falling asleep. Voldemort then took something from within his robes. It was a vial. And inside was a gold liquid. Voldemort opened James mouth with a flick of his wand, and pour the liquid into James' mouth. The feeling of falling asleep intensified. From what seemed like a very far distance away he heard Voldemort say,
"I will pass your love along to your mudblood and little brat Potter. And I shall see you again." With a thud, James fell to the floor, and from his position he could see Voldemort move toward the stares.
"No," James said, trying to fight off whatever spell Voldemort put on him. "Lily. Harry." And James fell into a world of darkness as a scream rang through the house.
A.N-Please make me an oh so happy girl and please please review. Any kind of reviews fine, but please be kind.