The Last Night
It was a quiet, almost peaceful night in Godrics Hollow, time for little Harry Potter to go to bed. Lily and James Potter were just getting ready to bring him up to his room, when there was a noise just outside their home. To any other family it would have been nothing, but James and Lily Potter knew better. This was it, the day they were told might come, the day they were hoping never would.
The day when lord voldemort would come for their son.
'Lily take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-' James shouted as he stumbled toward the door, trying to give her more time. As he reached the hall, the front door burst open and wand light poured in through the empty doorframe.
Frantically, Lily picked Harry up and runs up the stairs, down the hall to his small nursery. Placing her son gently in his crib she turned to the doorway, just in time to see a green light fill the hallway outside. There was a muffled thump signaling her husbands death. A high pitched laugh echo up the stairs. Stunned she stood there for a moment before closing the door, as if that would make any difference against Him. James was dead. He couldn't stop him, no one ever could…
They had been betrayed; only one person could have caused this. Peter, their Secret Keeper, their FRIEND.
The reason her husband was dead.
The reason she was going to die as well.
But not Harry. No, Lily would do anything for her son to live. 'And he will,' she thought determinedly. In the silence of the night the footsteps coming slowly down the hall were deafening. They stopped outside the nursery door and Lily held her breath, silently praying he wouldn't open the door. Seconds passed, agonizingly slowly. And then the door exploded inwards, the room filling with a bright light. Quickly Lily moved in front of her young son, stalling, trying to think through her despair.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" She screamed desperately.
"Stand aside, you silly girl… stand aside, now…" he said coldly, pointing his wand at her heart.
" Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-" she pleaded, she wasn't afraid for herself, only for Harry. She would do anything for her son. He told her to stand aside; he would not kill her, only her son. But she couldn't do that- he was her son. "Not Harry!" She screamed. "Please… have mercy… have mercy…" She begged, crying.
And he started laughing. His high, cold laughter echoed through the room and she couldn't breathe. As his cold voice rang out she only had time for one last thought. "I Love You Harry" There was a blinding flash of light and she knew no more. Lily Potter's lifeless body fell to the floor as the Dark Lord slowly turned his wand to her son.