Chapter 2
Wormtail waited impatiently outside of the door as he knocked again. He didn't dare look at his master who he could sense was beginning to doubt his abilities. His inner doubts began to swim at the surface of his brain and he even considered quitting but his fear for life kept him very silent. Knocking yet again, he could feel his master's patience waning as all he hissed softly was, "do what I have asked or you will die with the 3 inside if you fail." His assurances confirmed, Wormtail, hearing the frustration and anger in Voldemort's voice, stopped to listen. He thought he heard voices and nodded to his master. James from inside, had made the decision and slowly opened the door to see a very pale Wormtail standing there, the light of the living room flooding his face. Wormtail nervously asked to come in and to this the other opened the door further to allow him access. James turned to tell Lily to get some tea and some mugs but as he did so, in slithered Voldemort closing the door behind him without a sound. James went over to his wife and she turned and the tray and the glasses she was holding went smashing into tiny little pieces. James being confused took Lily in his arms and enquired about her distress and to this his wife replied in barely a whisper, "Turn around slowly." James gently let go of her to turn his head and was speechless, completely at a loss for words. Wormtail was just standing their smiling, in the light of their living room next to his master, a man rarely seen up close and personal. Now it all made sense, Wormtail's mysterious disappearance, his lies and his whereabouts. He was a puppet under a bigger puppeteer…but James knew it was too late to condemn because for once, he was wrong in his character judgment and that decision he would regret to the very last minute of that morning.
"Lily GO!" James roared as he dodged a stun attempt sent by Wormtail and stunned him promptly which left him face to face with Voldemort for the fourth and final time. Arming himself with a Shield Charm, James just missed a strong hex that made a mark in the kitchen wall. He began to inch up the stairs one at a time, wincing from the broken glass shards lodged in his feet. Voldemort hissed softly saying, "Come on, fight me like a man," as James was trying valiantly to hurt the monster in the somewhat human body. Managing only to hex and stun him, James was getting scared as he just kept coming and he made it to the 3/4 point of the stairs before his Shield Charm was disabled and the Cruicatus Curse hit him straight in the chest. The spell launched James up the stairs twisting and writhing with agony, his face contorted in pain. Already dizzy from the impact of his head against the banister which was likely a concussion, and concentrating on happy things, he barely looked at Voldemort who approached his body still quivering from the effects of the spell. "Its no fun when you don't put up a good fight," cackled Voldemort, "so I guess I will have to finish you off." "Avada Kedavara!" James Potter went flying again against the wall as a flash of green light entered him. He dropped down utterly lifeless; his hand slanted in towards the baby's room. Blood dripped slowly out of the cuts in his feet and his broken glasses were left hanging haphazardly from his face.
Lily ran blindly up the stairs, hurling any spells she could think of in the enemy's direction. Quickly grabbing James's owl Midnight, she scribbled,
Sirius, HE is here. Wormtail betrayed us all. Must save Harry. Get help quick and tell Dumbledore ASAP. Goodbye Lily Potter.
Through her tears, she knew with all certainty there was no way out. She and her Harry were trapped to face hell in one terrifying form. Hiccupping, her red hair in disarray, the commotion had awakened Harry who began to softly cry not knowing the danger he and his mother were in.
Gliding in gracefully came the misshapen human form so grotesque his appearance alone could probably kill if magical powers had he not possessed which were equally as horrid as his face. He saw through those red slits a beautiful, red-headed witch that he recognized was muggle- born and fiery to say the least from the tight grip on her wand and the flash in her steely green eyes. "So you must be Lily," he hissed in civil English, "the hospitable one." "I really must commend you; most people don't prepare a welcome for me!" At the sound of his voice, Harry began to emit frightened screams and tears were streaming down the face of Lily as well. She firmly retorted, "You vile, piece of filth!" "You may have killed my husband and you probably will kill me but not Harry – over my dead body!" She didn't know how true her words would become or how vital her protection to her son would be
. "You don't have to make this so difficult Lily," the Dark Lord commented, "just give Harry to me." "NEVER!" "You don't know what its like to love, to be a mother to want the best for the ones you love." "All you know is darkness and hate." "You want to die for your son?" "How positively touching," oozed Voldemort, his voice thick with emphasized sarcasm. "We shall test out this theory of yours, my dear," he said in a cold voice. He smiled as he pointed his wand at Harry – "Avada ---------- NOOO! Lily launched herself in front of his wand, her arms going protectively around Harry --- Kadavera!" A second flash of green light flew into Lily and her body grew limp as she slumped onto the ground; her face being dragged against the side of the crib to the bare floor below. Harry was completely silent, no knowing what to do and looking up curiously at Voldemort. The Dark Lord took this in with ill hidden delight. "Ahh, at last the little prince." "Does he want mommy?" he asked maliciously pointing his wand again at Harry and shouted, "Avada Kadavera!"