The Flash- one shot
(How I think the night Lily and James Potter were killed went.)
He stood like a statue, his eyes frozen. His heart growing another bruise, to add with the hundred that already were painted there. He stood frozen, his eyes unblinking. "No." he denied, in a whisper, before shaking his head and then freezing once more. "NO!" he called out, panic lacing throughout his voice as he ran to the redhead. "Get out, run." his hoarse voice commanded, pushing her upstairs. His glasses crooked, he pushed her upstairs, the redhead going up the stairs, panic filling her stomach. "I can't leave you. I won't leave you." she choked on a sob, and he shook his head. "Just remember I love you." he whispered, kissing her lips gently, but their lips lingering for a few moments. "I need you to hide. Now. Go!" he ran to the opposite side, down the stairs. Tear filled eyes, the girl ran upstairs, into the bedroom of the newly born baby boy. The smile of the newborn faded as he looked around, seeing no sign of his Father. "Dadd-ee?" he called out in his tiny voice, looking around. "He had to go." the girl whispered, tears flowing down her cheeks. She openly let out a sob as she heard a boom and a thud to the ground. "He loves you." she sobbed, picking up the newly born and cradling him in her arms. "He and I both love you." The door burst open, and the young woman threw herself over the green eyed child. The words that hissed from the killers mouth made the child drop to the floor with his Mother, but only he stayed alive, sitting innocently on the floor. There was a flash, and then... Nothing. Silence surrounded them.
In the silence, there was soft breathing.
"Dadd-ee? Momm-ee?"