A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my former partner for coming up with most of it a few months ago and also because she's barely even mad at her. Thank you No Reply. You're awesome, I hope you keep writing. And a note to all you reading this story, she did help me come up with the basic plot for this story, never forget. Thanks for reading this!
Jimbo and his wife Daisy were settling down into bed one night, baby Larry already in his crib. Jimbo was just nodding off to sleep when there was a knock on the door. He got out of bed, told Daisy not to get up and went down the stairs. * Probably some late Trick-or- Treaters * he thought tiredly. He opened the door to find the serial killer that had been reported on television last week was standing outside his door….
James turned off the T.V. The stupid Halloween movies were starting to get to repetitive for him. Plus, Harry was in bed and as soon as one of the characters in the movie started to scream he would surely wake up and scream as well. * He certainly has a set of lungs on him too. * James thought with a chuckle. He walked down the hall in the little cabin.
He poked his head in his son's room to find Lilly asleep by the crib with a storybook in her hand. He gently shook her they walked into their room. Both were dead tired, what with Harry yelling, "BOO!" every time a kid rang the door.
Lily collapsed on the bed almost asleep as soon as she hit the pillows. James was nearly as tired, but just then a loud knock sounded at the front door. James said he'd be right back, kissed her on the forehead and went to go answer it, preparing to tell off some immature kids for trick-or treating at eleven at night.
He opened the door. The person in front of him was very tall with a hooded cape covering his face.
"Look, kid, it's 11 o'clock. Go home. I've got a baby in here and he needs his sleep."
"He won't be sleeping tonight, James." Said a low, hollow mocking voice.
James's hand gripped the door handle harder.
"LILY!" He yelled. "It's him! Get Harry and run! Don't worry about me!"
"Pathetic." Voldemort said and laughed. "So you think you'll live to tell about this day, James?"
"RUN! Lily RUN!" James screamed. He drew his wand with a shaky hand, lifted it high in the air and took a deep breath. He then ran into the kitchen, trying to get out the back entrance. Swift as a hawk, Voldemort followed him.
"You'll not win James!" Voldemort said. "EXPELIARMUS!" James watched in horror as his wand floated quickly away from him. "Any last words, Potter?"
"Yes!" James said, his hands groping behind him for something hard. He produced a knife. "I hope you rot!" He chucked the knife at the killer in front of him. It stopped in mid air an inch from Voldemort's heart. It flew back at James and he threw himself out of its path. But the knife followed James's movement. James was running in an odd manner trying to not be pierced by the steak knife.
"Had enough?" Voldemort said with wicked laughter.
James kept running. The knife dropped to the floor. James leaned on the counter to take a breath. He knew he was going to die. He had no wand and Voldemort was almost as powerful as Dumbledore. But if he was going to die, he was going to die fighting. So James grabbed a fork and pitched it at Voldemort.
"Stop playing with utensils, man!" He bellowed. "Avada Kedavra!"
James dodged the blow. The counter blew up. James put his hands over his head to try and save himself from the flying debris. The toaster landed in front of him. He bent over and picked it up and held it high above his head.
Voldemort looked angry and a large fire was now in the kitchen. He was positively shaking when he said, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
But Voldemort missed, not by much, but he missed. The blow struck the toaster. The toaster gave a great shock and, James, who was still holding it up in the air, slumped to the ground.
Voldemort thought he was dead. "One down, one to go." He walked calmly out of the kitchen and into the master bedroom where his next victim would be.
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James rolled over. Something was burning around him. All around him was fire! He stood up. His head spun. What had just happened? In the distance he heard a baby's cries. So Harry was alive. That was a relief. But what of Lily? He ran down the burning halls of his house and stopped dead in front of the door.
A perfect white arm was flailed on the floor. It was holding a wand delicately. Next to the limp arm was a head of curls.
James went numb. "Lily?" He croaked. "Lily!" He grabbed at the hand that was already getting cold. Tears of hate sprung to his eyes. He rushed into the room and pulled her body up. "Oh Lily…" He said, beginning to cry as he hugged the last bit of warmth out of her body.
He couldn't remember how long he sat there hugging her to him, crying. But the fire was closing in on them. He grabbed Harry and Lily and moved them close to the front hall. He kissed Harry, looked at Lily with a sob and kissed her to before leaving. He threw his cloak off in the kitchen.
The papers would declare them both dead tomorrow. James was dead. He wanted to be dead. Lily was gone. He should be gone to.
With a last look back he ran into the forest.
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13 years later, at the duel between Harry and Voldemort. (A/N: This section is in my words, not J. K. 's so don't get mad when the dialogue is not perfect, okay?)
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Voldemort watched in horror as the boy Cedric and then an old man fell out of his wand. This could not be happening to him! Harry Potter looked just as stunned 10 feet away from him. Lily Potter tumbled out of the wand now.
*Now James will come out. * Voldemort thought, sure that James was dead. His thoughts ran through his body and flooded into his wand.
*Will my father come out now? He's dead. So is Cedric, so is my mother. Surely he will come out now. * Harry thought with a desperate hope. The thought ran through his body and flooded out of his wand and then into Voldemort's through the gold string.
The thoughts combined. Voldemort knew what James looked like, Harry thought he was dead. Voldemort thought he was dead too.
The dueler's wands began to shake more violently as James's head protruded through Voldemort's wand. He was just like Harry had pictured him, just as Voldemort left him. Only this shadow seemed slightly fake, not nearly as solid as the rest.
But nobody noticed. The duel continued and ended shortly. The images disappeared with a little *pop *. All of them, except for the image of James. It faded away.
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Jimbo and his wife Daisy were settling down into bed one night, baby Larry already in his crib. Jimbo was just nodding off to sleep when there was a knock on the door. He got out of bed, told Daisy not to get up and went down the stairs. * Probably some late Trick-or- Treaters * he thought tiredly. He opened the door to find the serial killer that had been reported on television last week was standing outside his door….
James turned off the T.V. The stupid Halloween movies were starting to get to repetitive for him. Plus, Harry was in bed and as soon as one of the characters in the movie started to scream he would surely wake up and scream as well. * He certainly has a set of lungs on him too. * James thought with a chuckle. He walked down the hall in the little cabin.
He poked his head in his son's room to find Lilly asleep by the crib with a storybook in her hand. He gently shook her they walked into their room. Both were dead tired, what with Harry yelling, "BOO!" every time a kid rang the door.
Lily collapsed on the bed almost asleep as soon as she hit the pillows. James was nearly as tired, but just then a loud knock sounded at the front door. James said he'd be right back, kissed her on the forehead and went to go answer it, preparing to tell off some immature kids for trick-or treating at eleven at night.
He opened the door. The person in front of him was very tall with a hooded cape covering his face.
"Look, kid, it's 11 o'clock. Go home. I've got a baby in here and he needs his sleep."
"He won't be sleeping tonight, James." Said a low, hollow mocking voice.
James's hand gripped the door handle harder.
"LILY!" He yelled. "It's him! Get Harry and run! Don't worry about me!"
"Pathetic." Voldemort said and laughed. "So you think you'll live to tell about this day, James?"
"RUN! Lily RUN!" James screamed. He drew his wand with a shaky hand, lifted it high in the air and took a deep breath. He then ran into the kitchen, trying to get out the back entrance. Swift as a hawk, Voldemort followed him.
"You'll not win James!" Voldemort said. "EXPELIARMUS!" James watched in horror as his wand floated quickly away from him. "Any last words, Potter?"
"Yes!" James said, his hands groping behind him for something hard. He produced a knife. "I hope you rot!" He chucked the knife at the killer in front of him. It stopped in mid air an inch from Voldemort's heart. It flew back at James and he threw himself out of its path. But the knife followed James's movement. James was running in an odd manner trying to not be pierced by the steak knife.
"Had enough?" Voldemort said with wicked laughter.
James kept running. The knife dropped to the floor. James leaned on the counter to take a breath. He knew he was going to die. He had no wand and Voldemort was almost as powerful as Dumbledore. But if he was going to die, he was going to die fighting. So James grabbed a fork and pitched it at Voldemort.
"Stop playing with utensils, man!" He bellowed. "Avada Kedavra!"
James dodged the blow. The counter blew up. James put his hands over his head to try and save himself from the flying debris. The toaster landed in front of him. He bent over and picked it up and held it high above his head.
Voldemort looked angry and a large fire was now in the kitchen. He was positively shaking when he said, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
But Voldemort missed, not by much, but he missed. The blow struck the toaster. The toaster gave a great shock and, James, who was still holding it up in the air, slumped to the ground.
Voldemort thought he was dead. "One down, one to go." He walked calmly out of the kitchen and into the master bedroom where his next victim would be.
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James rolled over. Something was burning around him. All around him was fire! He stood up. His head spun. What had just happened? In the distance he heard a baby's cries. So Harry was alive. That was a relief. But what of Lily? He ran down the burning halls of his house and stopped dead in front of the door.
A perfect white arm was flailed on the floor. It was holding a wand delicately. Next to the limp arm was a head of curls.
James went numb. "Lily?" He croaked. "Lily!" He grabbed at the hand that was already getting cold. Tears of hate sprung to his eyes. He rushed into the room and pulled her body up. "Oh Lily…" He said, beginning to cry as he hugged the last bit of warmth out of her body.
He couldn't remember how long he sat there hugging her to him, crying. But the fire was closing in on them. He grabbed Harry and Lily and moved them close to the front hall. He kissed Harry, looked at Lily with a sob and kissed her to before leaving. He threw his cloak off in the kitchen.
The papers would declare them both dead tomorrow. James was dead. He wanted to be dead. Lily was gone. He should be gone to.
With a last look back he ran into the forest.
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13 years later, at the duel between Harry and Voldemort. (A/N: This section is in my words, not J. K. 's so don't get mad when the dialogue is not perfect, okay?)
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Voldemort watched in horror as the boy Cedric and then an old man fell out of his wand. This could not be happening to him! Harry Potter looked just as stunned 10 feet away from him. Lily Potter tumbled out of the wand now.
*Now James will come out. * Voldemort thought, sure that James was dead. His thoughts ran through his body and flooded into his wand.
*Will my father come out now? He's dead. So is Cedric, so is my mother. Surely he will come out now. * Harry thought with a desperate hope. The thought ran through his body and flooded out of his wand and then into Voldemort's through the gold string.
The thoughts combined. Voldemort knew what James looked like, Harry thought he was dead. Voldemort thought he was dead too.
The dueler's wands began to shake more violently as James's head protruded through Voldemort's wand. He was just like Harry had pictured him, just as Voldemort left him. Only this shadow seemed slightly fake, not nearly as solid as the rest.
But nobody noticed. The duel continued and ended shortly. The images disappeared with a little *pop *. All of them, except for the image of James. It faded away.
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