A/N: Okay this has very little to do with the Addams Family, but come on the rest of the story will have them in it. Please read and review! I will take criticism; i could use your suggestions. IHS
Disclaimer: I did quote James and Lily's famous last words, but I own nothing of Harry Potter or the Addams family. Even the computer I write this on isn't really mine, so please don't sue.
Lily had thought everything through, at least as far as possible. She would rather have already sent Harry to live with the Addamses, but the Fidelius charm confined them all. Normally it would only hide the place, but they changed it to hide the people as well. Wormtail hadn't told anyone yet of where they were. Lily knew that he would betray them, for that was the only way they could be killed.
He had managed to speak to them today. James and Lily could tell that he would break almost momentarily. He came and said his goodbyes. He might have thought that they didn't know, but they had eyes. He had even mustered up the courage to kiss little Harry on the cheek in the garden. Peter would betray them with a kiss? Lily wanted to scream out "Et tu Bruté?" She would not scream, however. She would face her death with bravery as a Potter. She would even face her death with excitement as an Addams. She and James would go on to the next place in glory.
All she could regret would be to leave Harry. He should learn of their deaths; she would try to hide him so that he couldn't see. She didn't want him to be haunted by that sight. Where was the child anyway? She had been mashing up some potatoes for him to eat, but he had walked off somewhere. He was probably chasing that snitch.
"James, where did your son toddle off to?" They were so proud when he took his first steps a week before his first birthday. Sirius and Remus were there with them. They had had such a party, running around the little house and picking Harry up, swinging him around. Sirius joked that he could fly before he could walk. His first-flyer broom had been packed up already with some toys and clothes and placed in the basement for the Addams to retrieve latter.
That was so strange to Lily. What would the house look like after they were gone? She couldn't imagine it. James's desk in the corner of the sitting room was always covered in papers and books. Her kitchen always smelled of mint and cooking. The high chair, "Harry's throne" as they called it, had a few cracks on it where he had refused to eat his beans.
His magic was already strong, well strong enough to break things, and move things. Once Harry had been playing with James, and James had to go to his desk to do some work. Harry didn't make to much fuss, but if you looked at him, you could see how angry he was. Then when James was sitting down, Harry used his magic to yank the chair back. James actually hurt himself; he fell right on his tail bone. Harry crawled over to him as fast as he could. He looked really concerned. The funny thing was that Harry knew he did it. He was so sorry, and then the chair moved back to where it was supposed to be, which was of course where James was laying on the floor. Poor James got a few bruises that day.
Another time James was reading him to sleep. It wasn't his favorite book, which they had read over a hundred times. Lily hid the book in her filing cabinet, the day before, but somehow or another, when no one was looking the book appeared on the nightstand. How she would miss the little babe!
"Why is he my son, when he does something wrong, and your son, when he does something great?" James came up behind her startling her out of her reverie.
"He's always our son, but his trouble making side came from you." She said as they checked in different rooms. There he was at the bottom of the stairs reaching over the toddler fence toward the snitch just out of reach.
"Don't forget his Quidditch skills and his devilish good looks." He said as he came through to lower hall.
"Ah but his eyes are mine!" Lily said as she went to pick up the child. She heard a bang behind her at the front door. She would have screamed if she had had the time. The front door flew of its hinges flying through the hall, where James was standing a moment ago.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! I'll try to hold him off — just go!" The toddler gate had fallen in the blast, but she only tripped a little over it. Her arms wrapped around him, Harry was upset. She ran barefooted up the red carpeted stairs. She went automatically to the nursery. She rocked him back and forth. Tears were bursting forth.
"Harry, I'm sorry! Oh Harry! James, I'm coming." She placed Harry in the crib. She could hear her husband yell at the monster. The high pitched voice, told him to give up, but Voldemort knew James wouldn't given in, as did Lily. She was going to run out to help James, when she heard those fated words.
"Avada Kedavra!" She could see her Beloved's shadow fall in the green light against the wall. Her Beloved, her husband, her friend, her James was gone! NO! Voldemort came into the room hooded, his eyes bloody with slit-like pupils. He was paler than the death, and he would be her death.
"Take me. Kill me instead! Not Harry! Please, no, not Harry — I'll do anything!" She spread her arms out ward in front of the crib.
"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!" No she wouldn't stand aside, to be a Death eater's plaything. She took her last breath deliberately. She stood resolute, without wand, without protection, and sent a prayer heavenward for her orphan child, before the green light reached her.
Harry looked down at his fallen mother. He started to cry, as his green eyes gazed upon the monster. Lord Voldemort began to laugh. The sound was evil in itself. Harry began to cry in earnest.
"Da! Da! Mumma!" Voldemort stopped laughing at the sound. He frowned and lifted his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" The green light rushed, advancing on Harry, but it bounced back over his mother's body off of Harry's forehead, consuming Voldemort. Harry stopped crying immediately. He loosened the fist he had been squeezing, to see the golden snitch. He huddled in the corner of his crib, tears falling, but no sound coming out.
A/N: There's more coming! I've got plot bunnies multiplying like crazy! Thank you for reading! Now review! IHS