A/N: all rights to JoRo. I put my own little twist on what the Queen wrote. I do not own. Or else they wouldn't have died.

Halloween of 1981 in Godric's Hollow was wet, rainy, and gloomy.

James Potter, on that very night, was making puffs of coloured smoke erupt from the tip of his wand for the sole enjoyment of his small son, Harry, who had the same thick black hair as his father, and was wearing blue pajamas.

Harry giggled and was trying to catch the smoke, grabbing at it with his small hands.

The door to the living room opened and lovely Lily, with her long, dark red hair that fell over her face, entered, laughing.

James scooped Harry up and handed him to his wife. He set his wand down on the couch, stretching and yawning.

When the Potters were making their way to tuck little Harry in, their front door burst open, sending a wave of panic through the two adults.

James sprinted into the hall.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" the bespectacled, brave, young man shouted.

"James, no!" she yelled back, her voice cracking. "I won't let you."

He ran back to her. "I love you," he said, kissing her. "You too," he directed towards the child.

"I love you too."

James flashed Lily a smile before sprinting back.

Lily ran up the stairs to the nursery, hoping that James fended off Voldemort and will join them soon.

A bright green light filled the house and disappeared.

Lily tried to barricade herself in with a dresser while the Dark Lord made his way up.

She put her son in the crib, tears streaming down her face. "Harry, Mama loves you. Dada loves you," she assured him. "Harry, be safe, be strong."

Lord Voldemort forced the door open with a flick of his wand.

There, Lily stood, in front of the crib, her arms open wide, hoping that she would be chosen, instead of her son.

"Not Harry, not Harry; please not Harry," the young woman begged.

"Stand aside, you silly little girl…stand aside now," he commanded.

"Please not Harry! Please, no, take me, and kill me instead –"

"This is my last warning," the intruder warned.

"Not Harry. Don't take Harry! Please – I will do anything!"

"Stand aside. Stand aside, mudblood."

She stubbornly refused, as he knew she would.

The man raised his wand. He could easily force her aside.

"No, please, I beg you," she begged, tears spilling. "Please, have –"

"Avada Kedavra!"

As of late on October 31, 1981, James and Lily Potter were deceased and the young boy who was soon to be known as the "Boy Who Lived" was parentless.

Fin.