Lily was singing a sweet song to her newborn baby Harry. There was a knock
on the door and in came James. All of a sudden the front door burst open
with a high cackle laugh. "Anyone home, my sweet Lily, you're dead James,
and little Harry?" said a high cackle laugh.
"Lily run - take Harry" -
"No, James, How about you? I have a-a secret it's very important. Harry is not your"-
" Not now Lily! I'll try to hold him off - Run! Take Harry and RUN! Bye Lily! "
Lily ran upstairs. There was a bright flash of green light downstairs. Harry was crying now. Even Harry who knew what trouble was had felt something was dearly wrong. The door burst opened and Lily screamed hiding Harry from Voldemort. Voldemort smiled at Lily and said, "Give me the boy and you won't die. Join me instead and take place as my queen. Harry is as good as ours. You know of course that he is my son and not James. You thought I would forget, but think again because I never forget anything. Hand him over!"
"NO Please NO!" Lily screamed. "I'll do anything. I'll do anything - just don't take Harry from me. He's only a baby!"
Voldemort had his evil smile place on his face, "Join me and you will live -so will Harry as he was meant to take place with me being my right handed man and you my wife. If not I will kill you and your son! Choose carefully."
Lily was sweating with tears she looked at Harry. "Take me instead." She said quietly. Voldemort shook his head, but Lily had done something unexpected.
"NO!" Voldemort roared. Lily took her wand and committed suicide. He saw the bright light flash and swap her soul from her. Her wand dropped by her side. Harry was quiet, deadly quiet, or too quiet. Voldemort went to Harry's crib and saw the little rascal. He picked him up and apparated. Harry had silent tears in his eyes though Voldemort took no notice.
"Lily run - take Harry" -
"No, James, How about you? I have a-a secret it's very important. Harry is not your"-
" Not now Lily! I'll try to hold him off - Run! Take Harry and RUN! Bye Lily! "
Lily ran upstairs. There was a bright flash of green light downstairs. Harry was crying now. Even Harry who knew what trouble was had felt something was dearly wrong. The door burst opened and Lily screamed hiding Harry from Voldemort. Voldemort smiled at Lily and said, "Give me the boy and you won't die. Join me instead and take place as my queen. Harry is as good as ours. You know of course that he is my son and not James. You thought I would forget, but think again because I never forget anything. Hand him over!"
"NO Please NO!" Lily screamed. "I'll do anything. I'll do anything - just don't take Harry from me. He's only a baby!"
Voldemort had his evil smile place on his face, "Join me and you will live -so will Harry as he was meant to take place with me being my right handed man and you my wife. If not I will kill you and your son! Choose carefully."
Lily was sweating with tears she looked at Harry. "Take me instead." She said quietly. Voldemort shook his head, but Lily had done something unexpected.
"NO!" Voldemort roared. Lily took her wand and committed suicide. He saw the bright light flash and swap her soul from her. Her wand dropped by her side. Harry was quiet, deadly quiet, or too quiet. Voldemort went to Harry's crib and saw the little rascal. He picked him up and apparated. Harry had silent tears in his eyes though Voldemort took no notice.