I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. I own the plot!

That Night
Lily clutched her child close to her chest. He was asleep, completely unaware of everything. He was lucky!

"Lily." James Potter started to say something to his wife.

"What? Was it? Tell me!" Lily jumped up from the armchair, her wild red hair in her face.

"No.oh no. Lily, he's here!" James ran from the window over to the door to push a cabinet against it. "Voldemort is here."

Lily hurried towards the window and saw a black cape, walking slowly towards the house.

"Take Harry and run. I'll try to hold them off!" James ushered Lily up
the stairs. Lily looked at James and gave him a soft kiss, not knowing
it would be the last. Then. She ran upstairs and into Harry's room.

She heard the door blast open. "WHERE IS HE?" Came a voice that sent a horrible shiver down her spine.

"I'll never tell!" She heard James scream. Then "AVA KADAVERA!" (a/n: Okay, I know I spelled that wrong.)

Harry had awoken, and was now looking at his mother, scared. Lily used all her strength to keep from screaming. James was dead.

Now the nursery door flew open.

"Move. NOW!" Voldemort hissed.

"No! Please! Take me! Don't.don't take Harry! He has an entire life ahead of him!"

"Step aside, silly girl!" He walked towards her.

"NO!" Lily screamed. She turned her back to Voldemort and kissed Harry. "Harry," She whispered. "I love you."

She turned to face Voldemort.

"Say goodbye you Mudblood!" Voldemort shouted.

Lily saw the wand being pointed at her head. Then she saw a flash of green light. She turned away from Voldemort in just enough time to see Harry watching his mother die.