The Inevitable Fate

A/N: Ok so now many of you may read this and say something along the lines of "THIS IS SO NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING FROM THE SUMMARY! HOW DARE SHE TRICK ME!" Well rest assured that this will be the only chapter of its kind. The rest of it will all happen During the Hogwarts Years when James and Lily are metting/fighting and stuff… you get the picture. This just the prologue. I needed to get it out of my system.

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The Inevitable Fate…

The woman running up the living room stairs was going to be murdered. She already knew that. She had known it as soon as she saw the life in her husband's hazel eyes slipped away from beneath her trembling hands. She had known when she saw him die, that she was already as good as dead. It had been mere moments ago when she had left his still warm body down at the base of the steps. His blood was still clinging to her hands in a thin pink coat. Warm, salty blood… his blood, James Potter's blood.

The hot tears were streaming down her face as she ran up the stairs, tripping and banging her shin badly as she caught herself on the rail. She hated herself for leaving him down there, lying on the floor, alone. But she had stayed with him for as long as she could. Even when he had told her to go. He had bought her time. Precious, precious time, and she wouldn't put that time to waste… she had already wasted so much.

And a part of her had already been killed off. A part of her was still sitting at the base of the steps with her husband, cradling his head in her lap and kissing his handsome face a gentle goodbye. It was part that she would never be able to get back again. Even if she did somehow manage to survive the night. But part that remained belonged to her son. And it wasn't going down without a fight. Lily Potter had never been the kind of girl to go down without a fight. Supposedly that had been one of the reasons why he loved her. But the rest of her heart belonged to her son.

Lily uttered the magical words to re-erect the protective barrier that James had instilled at the top of the stairs behind her, a final magical attempt at keeping the Dark Lord from entering her the rest of her home. Even though she knew it would not be enough to stop him. Nothing was gong to be enough. And she was going to die. But she didn't care.

As she spotted the plain white door on the side of the hall, she heard the slow creaking of someone walking up the steps, making her heart jolt in cold fear as she scrambled to her son's room. Harry was still asleep when she came inside, but the sound of the slamming door made the little baby stir, and her son was wide-awake by the time she got to his crib.

The petite wooden structure had been polished and painted to be a perfect, spotless white, as James had insisted that his son deserved nothing less. She grabbed at the sides of the crib with her blood coated hands and jerked to a stop, looking down at him as her head clashed recklessly with the mobile, making the floating clouds and moon jingle and clash together noisily. His wide green eyes seemed to know. They seemed to understand. And as Lily Potter enjoyed her last few glances at her son, a small smile cracked through her worried, and fearful face. A smile of love and adoration for her son. Of gentleness. A smile that reached into her saddened and torn cat-green eyes and made them almost seemed to glow. She loved him… she loved him so much.

Crash.

Lily whipped around, her wavy red hair flying and she glared at the darkly hooded figure that stood in the doorway of her home.

"Get out." She snarled, her voice venomous and hateful. "You don't have any right to be here."

He said nothing.

He did nothing.

But as the silky black hood fell from his disgustingly distorted face, she met his watery red eyes and had to repress a gasp. They were sunken deep into his skin, as if his eye sockets were attempting to suck them inside his skull and swallow them whole. The skin on his face was ropey and ridged with large blue and purple veins where the flesh was a sickly ashen color. He stared at her with blood red seriousness and his voice rasped a haggard, "No."

Lily felt her hatred boil for the man who killed her husband and was threatening her son. A bitter, white-hot raging hate for the man who was threatening her home. "I said get out!"

The Dark Lord raised his wand, a long, black and cruel string of wood and directed it at her chest. Instinctively she reached into her pocket for her own, but there was no pocket to meet, and her hand slid uselessly down her hip. She was wearing James's T-shirt. And her wand was in their room.

"Your son…" the heavy voice said thickly, "is dead."

She gritted her teeth as Harry began to cry behind her. His wails echoing in the night air. "No."

"Step aside, mudblood."

"I will not!"

"Do it."

"I'd rather die."

There was a long pause of silence, and Lily's rigid form remained in front of the crib. "Have it your way."

A few moments later, Lily Potter was dead.

A/N: Alrighty then… now that that's out of my system. I think I'll start out my next chapter on Lily and James entering her fourth year? What do you think? - nanirain