October 31, 1981
It was Halloween, Lily and I were holding a small get-together. Sirius and Remus would be there, along with Lily's friends Marlene, Emmeline, Alice, Alice's husband Frank, and Alice and Frank's son Neville. Neville was a day older than lily and my son Harry. Harry was dressed as a spider for the occasion in a costume Lily found in a muggle shop. The party was filled with games, food, and wonderful desserts that Peter would've loved if he could've come.
Unfortunately the party was not the thing people would remember about that Halloween. After the guests had apparated home, with the exception of Sirius who flew home on his motorbike, an unwelcome visitor arrived. Lily and I were putting Harry to bed when we heard a crash. Voldemort had broken through our Fidelius Charm. At that moment I was afraid. Afraid for myself. Afraid for my wife. Afraid for my son. Lily and I didn't have our wands with I looked into Lily's eyes one last time, I hoped that it would give me the strength to go downstairs and face him. I heard the front door being blasted open, and I squeezed Lil's hand and ruffled my son's hair one last time before going downstairs.
I glared into the red eyes in front of me. He raised his wand, and there was a flash of green light. I was dead, and the only thing I wished was that the last pair of eyes I had seen were green, not red.