That fateful Halloween
Lily Potter came from the kitchen carrying a tray of cookies she had just baked. Her fiery red hair was tied in a messy bun slightly white with a bit of flour, which was also on the pink flowery apron that was tied around her waist. Her brilliant green eyes sparkled with happiness as she looked lovingly at her husband, James, playing with their two year old twins, Harry James and Briar Rose. Much to Lily's annoyance they had both inherited James' unruly Black hair that would never lie flat, but in her eyes they were still the most beautiful children in the world. They were both identical to each other, both looking an awful lot like James, the only differences were of course their gender, but also the fact that Harry had inherited her emerald eyes rather than James' hazel.
Lily set the cookies on the table before scooping up Harry, who was clad only in a nappy, as dramatically as she could, causing him to laugh. She took him into the kitchen where she put on a pair of jeans and a blue top her best friend Marlene McKinnon, who was Harry's godmother, had gotten for him last year.
She smiled sadly as she picked him up again and returned to the living room. She missed Marlene dearly. She didn't know how Sirius could possibly be coping as they were just as close, probably closer. She looked to the picture on their mantel. James' glasses were hanging of his face slightly as she had accidently knocked them as she jumped up onto his back, next to them Sirius, grinning haughtily at the camera not a strand of his silky black hair out of place, as he had his arm wrapped around Marlene, who was smiling happily, her blue eyes twinkling as Sirius moved a strand of brown hair from her freckled face and kissing her softly.
This war was awful. People were dying left and right. James' family were gone, some at the hands of Bellatrix, others Voldemort himself, Lily's family, bar Petunia who wanted nothing to do with her, were gone too. She, James and the twins were in hiding just like the Longbottoms because of the prophecy. The Prewett twins had died not long ago along with Briar's godmother, Dorcas Meadows, the entire McKinnon family not soon after at the hands Karkaroff and what happened to Benjy Fenwick was just awful, he was blown to bits.
She shook her head, she should not dwell on such thoughts, she needs to stay strong, there's always hope. The order was working tirelessly against Voldemort that had to mean something.
She smiled as Harry and Briar giggled and clapped as James made different coloured sparks come from his wand.
It was then that she noticed that the plate of cookies she had brought in a few minutes ago was now bare save for a few crumbs.
"Who ate all the cookies? I only finished baking them two minutes ago" Lily demanded.
James stopped making sparks come from his wand and shared a glance with Briar.
"He did it!" Briar shouted at the same time James shouted "She did it!" both pointing at each other.
"I swear, she gets more like you every day" Lily chuckled, shaking her head affectionately, moving to tickle Harry, who giggled madly, squirming to get away.
Suddenly there was movement just outside the door and she shared a panicked look with James. They knew that Sirius would have told them before he came over, Remus was on a mission with the werewolves for the order and Peter was in hiding since he became secret keeper.
James dropped his wand on the settee and quickly ran to the door, looking through the peep hole.
"Lily it's him! Take the kids upstairs, I'll hold him off, go!" James shouted, panic stricken.
Lily scooped the twins up into her arms and quickly ran up the stairs to the nursery; stumbling slightly in her haste and hearing the front door get blown in behind her. She shut the nursery door as quietly as she could behind her. She first put Briar in her crib, as it was the furthest from the door.
"It's going to be okay Briar Rose, mummy and daddy love you" Lily whispered, kissing the top of her head, before moving to put harry into his crib and whispering the same thing to him.
"Avada Kadavra!" Lily heard get bellowed downstairs, and then there was silence, that silence was worse than anything Lily had ever heard.
"James" Lily uttered, choking on a sob.
She felt like her heart had been ripped out and torn to pieces in front of her very eyes. She couldn't believe it; she didn't want to believe it. The love of her life was dead. Peter you bastard.
Lily heard door after door get blown open, her breathing was fast and heavy with her fear. However she was more scared for Harry and Briar than for herself. Finally the nursery door swung open, revealing a man with terrifyingly pale skin, a snake like face, red eyes and was wearing a long billowing black cloak.
"No! No not Harry! Please not Briar! Have Mercy!" Lily cried, blocking Voldemort's view of the twins by standing in front of Harry's crib, which was in front of Briars.
"Move aside you stupid girl, you don't have to die" Voldemort snarled, in a menacing voice.
"Kill me instead; take me, just not my children!" She pleaded.
"Your bravery is admirable, you would have made a brilliant death eater, to bad you're a Mudblood" Voldemort told her.
Voldemort's upper lip pulled back in a snarl.
"Avada Kadavra!" He bellowed.
A flash of green light flew out of his wand hitting Lily in the chest. She fell backwards, dead. Her red hair spread out around her head on the wooden floor, her eyes closed, her dark lashes creating shadows on her cheeks. She could have almost been sleeping, if her chest wasn't still, and trails of dried tears weren't staining her pale face.
Voldemort turned his attention to the little boy, Harry. Harry gazed up at him fearfully, pushing himself as far back in the crib as he could go and he glanced at his twin sister, who was reaching through the bars of her crib trying to reach her brother. He wasn't sure which one of them the prophecy was about, it was either them or Longbottom, but he had sent Bella to deal with them.
Voldemort tried to use the same curse he had used on James and Lily; green light erupting from his wand. However, instead of killing Harry, it rebounded back, hitting him instead. Voldemort screamed in fury before disappearing, no evidence that he had even attempted to kill Harry except from a small scar now visible on his forehead, in the shape of a lightning bolt.