Disclaimer: I am not the richest woman in England. I don't even live in
England. And if I were, would I be posting a story on a website instead of
selling it to the public?
Author's Note: This is how I think Lily and James died. Sure, we have a vague idea, but this is going to be more detailed.
I'll Die for You
Chapter 2: The Fatal Encounter
"Lily!" James Potter called ominously to the dining room, where his wife and son were. "Take Harry and go! It's Him! Run! Go! I'll hold him off for as long as I can!" He stumbled into the sitting room, his black hair even more messy than usual. His hazel eyes widened when he heard the high-pitched cackle.
"Did you think you could hide anything from Lord Voldemort, James Potter?" the high, cold voice asked. James stood high and tall, trying to find some defense, even though he knew none was possible. The hooded figure snickered shrilly and a green flash of light hit James. He dropped to the floor, his eyes full of terrified perseverance.
Then, the figure advanced on Lily.
She set her black-haired son on the table and pleaded, breathing raggedly, "Not Harry! Please, no---anyone but Harry! Take me...kill me--- just spare Harry! Have mercy---please!"
"The Dark Lord does not believe in mercy, Lily Potter," the figure replied in his cold voice. "Now stand aside."
"No, not Harry!" Lily said, still pleading. "Not Harry! Please--- I'll do anything!"
"Stand aside, silly girl!"
Lily spread her hands to either side as far as she could. 'All for the Order, right?' she thought to herself as she said, full of pure malice and rage, "If you want to kill Harry, you foul monster, you'll have to kill me first."
"That can be arranged, Mrs. Potter." A single tear strung down her face as the figure cackled and cast the green light upon Lily's emerald eyes. She fell to the cool, marble tile, her arms toppling in front of her. A curl of fiery red hair fell in front of Lily's face.
Voldemort found his way to the baby clear. The baby Harry stared his emerald eyes to the red slits in the hood, then to the wand pointed directly at his forehead.
"Harry, Harry, Harry. How could a little baby like you defeat me?" he said, almost amused. "Avada Kedavra." The green light burst forth once again, but something was different this time. Something had happened that Voldemort hadn't planned. The curse caused no more than a lightning- shaped cut in Harry's forehead, then rebounded back on the curser.
Voldemort's spirit was separated from his body. Pain upon pain covered his body. (A/N: He deserves that, and then some.) He screamed an ear-splitting screech as debris fell everywhere. Harry, however, was touched by nothing. The table he was laying on fell slowly as though someone knew that he still had some part to play when a headlight was flying nearer and nearer.
"Oh no!" a black-haired man called Sirius Black said as he saw the debris spreading over the foundation of what used to be his best friend's house. His motorcycle landed softly in the lawn.
Memories flashed through his head. One memory stood out as though wanting to be seen. It was of almost fifteen minutes ago, when he went to go check on his friend Peter Pettigrew's hiding place to find it empty with no forced entry. That's when Sirius realized that his plan had failed. Voldemort wouldn't come after him because....because.... Peter. Peter had betrayed everyone. Dumbledore, James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, himself. Everyone. That's when Sirius tried to fly as fast as he could to James's house, to head Voldemort off, to save his best friend and wife's lives. He had failed.
He ran off it and into the place where the dining room was. He gasped when he saw a scarlet curl fly about the wreckage in a light wind and thought, I'm too late. It was another man, an Auror, that spoke, his light brown hair just visible.
"Oh my God! It's Lily!"
Author's Note: This is how I think Lily and James died. Sure, we have a vague idea, but this is going to be more detailed.
I'll Die for You
Chapter 2: The Fatal Encounter
"Lily!" James Potter called ominously to the dining room, where his wife and son were. "Take Harry and go! It's Him! Run! Go! I'll hold him off for as long as I can!" He stumbled into the sitting room, his black hair even more messy than usual. His hazel eyes widened when he heard the high-pitched cackle.
"Did you think you could hide anything from Lord Voldemort, James Potter?" the high, cold voice asked. James stood high and tall, trying to find some defense, even though he knew none was possible. The hooded figure snickered shrilly and a green flash of light hit James. He dropped to the floor, his eyes full of terrified perseverance.
Then, the figure advanced on Lily.
She set her black-haired son on the table and pleaded, breathing raggedly, "Not Harry! Please, no---anyone but Harry! Take me...kill me--- just spare Harry! Have mercy---please!"
"The Dark Lord does not believe in mercy, Lily Potter," the figure replied in his cold voice. "Now stand aside."
"No, not Harry!" Lily said, still pleading. "Not Harry! Please--- I'll do anything!"
"Stand aside, silly girl!"
Lily spread her hands to either side as far as she could. 'All for the Order, right?' she thought to herself as she said, full of pure malice and rage, "If you want to kill Harry, you foul monster, you'll have to kill me first."
"That can be arranged, Mrs. Potter." A single tear strung down her face as the figure cackled and cast the green light upon Lily's emerald eyes. She fell to the cool, marble tile, her arms toppling in front of her. A curl of fiery red hair fell in front of Lily's face.
Voldemort found his way to the baby clear. The baby Harry stared his emerald eyes to the red slits in the hood, then to the wand pointed directly at his forehead.
"Harry, Harry, Harry. How could a little baby like you defeat me?" he said, almost amused. "Avada Kedavra." The green light burst forth once again, but something was different this time. Something had happened that Voldemort hadn't planned. The curse caused no more than a lightning- shaped cut in Harry's forehead, then rebounded back on the curser.
Voldemort's spirit was separated from his body. Pain upon pain covered his body. (A/N: He deserves that, and then some.) He screamed an ear-splitting screech as debris fell everywhere. Harry, however, was touched by nothing. The table he was laying on fell slowly as though someone knew that he still had some part to play when a headlight was flying nearer and nearer.
"Oh no!" a black-haired man called Sirius Black said as he saw the debris spreading over the foundation of what used to be his best friend's house. His motorcycle landed softly in the lawn.
Memories flashed through his head. One memory stood out as though wanting to be seen. It was of almost fifteen minutes ago, when he went to go check on his friend Peter Pettigrew's hiding place to find it empty with no forced entry. That's when Sirius realized that his plan had failed. Voldemort wouldn't come after him because....because.... Peter. Peter had betrayed everyone. Dumbledore, James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, himself. Everyone. That's when Sirius tried to fly as fast as he could to James's house, to head Voldemort off, to save his best friend and wife's lives. He had failed.
He ran off it and into the place where the dining room was. He gasped when he saw a scarlet curl fly about the wreckage in a light wind and thought, I'm too late. It was another man, an Auror, that spoke, his light brown hair just visible.
"Oh my God! It's Lily!"