AN/ Hey guys. So here is the very last chapter of the story. I just want to say a big thank you to everyone who has followed the story from the very beginning. I looked at when I first published the sequel and saw that it was way back in 2011! Anyway, thank you so much to everyone who has read, followed, favourited, reviewed etc. I am thinking of publishing another story and if you're interested in reading it just message me or keep an eye out on my profile as I will publish it at some point. It won't be a Lily and James fanfic and it will be slightly AU in the fact that it would be about Harry having a big sister. Anyway, thank you again and enjoy :)

CandyQueen29 xx

Luck Doesn't Last Forever, but does Love?

The baby laughed, trying to catch the smoke that James was shooting out of his wand. James smiled and sent more out. Harry laughed again then stopped as Lily entered the room.

"Mama." Harry pointed at Lily then at the smoke.

Lily smiled, "Is daddy making smoke?" She turned to James, "I think it's time for bed."

James nodded and scooped Harry up, kissed him on the head and handed him to Lily, "Night Harry."

Lily left the room and James sat back down on the sofa, laying his wand aside. Rain pattered gently on the widows and James heard footsteps on the pathway. Sirius! James thought sitting up straighter. Finally, he's late.

BANG!

That wasn't Sirius, James realised and terror shot through him. He's come, he thought, jumping to his feet.

"Lily!" he yelled running through into the hallway, "Lily! He's here. Take Harry and run. Run Lily!"

James stood in front of the steps bracing himself and cursing at his stupidity at having left his wand in the living room. There was no time to go back for it; if he did he would get to Harry. Adrenalin rushed through James as he stood there waiting for him. Behind him Lily ran back up the stairs and into Harry's room, slamming and locking the door shut behind her. She couldn't leave James by running away but she also couldn't leave Harry to go help. She went over to her son's cot and bent down to look at him, "Mummy loves you, Harry. Daddy loves you, Harry. You are loved Harry. Be strong, be safe." she whispered quietly, fingers pressing against the bars.

BANG! Lily spun round and stood in front of the cot, blocking Harry from him. It was too late to run; she should have gone immediately, if she wanted to have a chance at getting away. Lily stood there, tense and waiting, when the door flew open and there he stood. Voldemort. He had come, and Lily knew that if he was really truly standing there in Harry's room, then James was dead and their luck had finally run out. James. Lily clenched her fits and looked straight into the wizards eyes. James.

"Please not Harry!" Lily begged hoping that it might make a difference. James.

"Stand aside." Voldemort's voice was cold and hard.

"No." Lily was surprised at how firm her voice sounded. James.

"Stand aside, silly girl. Otherwise I will kill you."

"You will not take my son." James.

Voldemort raised his wand and Lily stood taller, she didn't have a wand and even if she did she wouldn't defend herself. What would be the point? James was gone and without James she couldn't live, not even for Harry's sake. James. But she wouldn't let him kill Harry before her. James. She would die before she let anything happen to her son. James.

A spark appeared in Voldemort's eyes as the words formed on his lips. Lily closed her eyes. James.

Harry, I love you. James, I'm coming.

"Avada Kadava!"

Lily dropped to the floor and Voldemort turned his wand on Harry. The little boy was looking up at Voldemort, no trace of fear in his eyes. Harry had no idea this man was going to hurt him. Voldemort raised his wand as Harry smiled.

"Dadda?" Harry grinned.

Voldemort's face twisted into a cruel smile as the spell formed on his lips.

"Avada Kadava!"

The room filled with a green light. Harry screamed and started to cry as his forehead burned. Voldemort however had vanished. Harry continued to cry, not knowing that he had just defeated the darkest wizard that had ever lived; not knowing that his parents would no longer hold or play with him again; not knowing that, although the Potters' luck had run out, their love for him would last forever.