(A/N: Bits of this come every once in a while…)
Voldemort flung open the door. James held Harry tight. He tried to Apparate, but he didn't have his wand. Dammit! Where was his wand?
Voldemort flicked his wand, pushing James back, causing him to drop Harry. The tiny boy wailed in pain as he hit the floor. James bent over to lift the baby, but Voldemort got there first.
The monster picked Harry up by his arm, the arm cracking, Harry screaming. The screams infuriated James, he kicked and punched, but none of his efforts fazed Voldemort. Voldemort shot a curse at James, Imbolizing him, rendering him completely powerless.
Voldemort squatted, propping Harry on one knee. James watched in horror as Voldemort's hands closed around his son's little neck. Harry sobbed, and Voldemort squeezed harder. The sobs were choked now, making no sounds.
James watched as Harry squirmed and thrashed. He tried to move, to scream, anything, but he couldn't.
"I hope you like the show, Potter. Your baby won't last much longer."
James woke in cold sweat. Lily rolled over, looking him in the eyes. "Merlin, James. Hold still. I can't be expected to sleep when you thrash like that."
"He was here, Lily. He had Harry, and he was—"
"Shh, James it was just a dream. He will not touch Harry. We will make sure of that."
"You don't know that."
"What I know, James, is that either you or I would die before he touches Harry. We will do everything in our power."
James could not calm down. He could not shake the sound of Harry's little arm breaking, or the sight of Harry being strangled to death. "What if it isn't enough?"
"Then…it isn't enough. But James, we're here. Right now. Harry is here. We're alive. We can manage to be happy and not afraid of things outside our control." Lily smiled, James did not return it.
Lily stood and marched to the crib across the room. She lifted the sleeping Harry, brought him to the bed and laid him in front of James' face. "Harry doesn't like seeing Dad so scared." Lily lay back down, Harry between them.
James ran his hands through Harry's black hair, relaxing a little. However, James did not smile. He was terrified of losing the most precious gift he had ever recieved.