The Dark Lord

The rusty gate leading to Godric's Hollow swung open. Lily Potter looked up from the book she was reading over to her husband, James.

"It must be Sirius," he muttered from over near the fireplace. "About time too."

"You know Sirius is never on time," Lily pointed out, leaning over to kiss his cheek. Harry grabbed her finger and gurgled happily as the nail came closer to his mouth.

"Let me get up and see," she said, marking her place in the book. She walked over to the window and peered out into the night. It was cold, the middle of winter, and Harry was one and a half. A dark figure glided along the path, coming closer. Lily paled.

"James," she whispered.

"Yes," he said jumping up, fearing the worst and wishing desperately that it wasn't true.

"It's him."

She burst into sobs and looked up to him and saw fear in his eyes. He grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Lily, take Harry and run!"

"I can't!"

"You can! For Harry!"

"I love you James,"

"I love you Lily,"

They pulled into a kiss. Their last.

"Run!" James said.

The footsteps could be heard now. Coming closer.

Lily rushed upstairs to where she could floo away.

She heard the voice. The one that would end her life.

"Alhamora,"

Chilling, cold. Lifeless.

She froze. She couldn't move.

"So, Potter, it's time."

"No, it's not. It's time for you to fall," James hissed.

The hooded figure threw back his head and laughed.

"You are foolish. I will rule the world."

"Over my dead body."

"As you wish,"

"Avarda Kevarda,"

The flash of green light. In agony, Lily Potter watched the love of her life, her husband, die.

She came to her senses and ran upstairs. A race against time. She tripped and fell. Harry started to fly. She reached the top to find the Dark Lord in front of her.

"Stand aside, girl,"

"NO!"

"Foolish, just like James. Very well, you will die as he did. Under the power of Lord Voldermort. Avarda Kevarda."

Lily saw her life flash before her eyes. Her days at Hogwarts, when her parents were still alive, her wedding day, the times she shared with her friends. She crumpled to the floor.

"And now for you, baby Potter. Avarda Kevarda!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Lord Voldermort cried out in agony as the cursed life he had lived reflected unto himself and he disappeared. But it was too late. James and Lily Potter had gone. Forever. Twenty minutes later, Sirius Black thought about this as he wept, for the first time, with his head in his hands. The best couple in the world. Together, forever. In heaven.