Well…uh…based on the title of this chapter, you can probably guess what it's about…
Chapter 18: October 31st, 1981
Lily walked into the sitting room, where James was entertaining Harry by making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand.
"Here, James," she said, laughing as Harry tried to catch the smoke in his tiny hands, "I'm going to take Harry for a bath, okay?"
" 'Kay," said James, as he scooped Harry in his arms, handing him to Lily. She cradled him back and forth in her arms, carrying him out of the sitting room as James stretched back, relaxing on the couch.
Something was not right. There was a loud burst, and James was dashing into the hall.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"
Lily's heart was racing, and she could feel the loud thumping. She thought of James – how was he supposed to hold him off?
She took her son and sprinted up the stairs into the bedroom, screaming with panic.
She thought quickly about how to delay him – to stop him from getting to Harry. She piled boxes against the door, knowing it would be useless, but would do anything to delay his arrival –
He was there. She hastily dropped Harry in the cot and spread her arms wide around the cot protectively, shielding Harry from view.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" she pleaded miserably.
"Stand aside, you silly girl … stand aside, now…"
She thought as quickly as she could. She would do anything for her son right now…she would die for him –
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-"
"This is my last warning-"
Lily was practically sobbing now.
"Not Harry! Please…have mercy…have mercy…Not Harry! Not Harry! Please – I'll do anything-"
"Stand aside – stand aside, girl-"
But Lily did not budge. She kept her arms outstretched until she saw a flash of green light, and she knew no more.