"He's here!" Lily silently whispered to her husband, in fear that the dark
lord would find them.
James embraced Lily for comfort, but then let go after only seconds. He said, "Lily! Take Harry and go!"
At first, Lily didn't want to leave. "James, I love you..." she said.
"I love you too, Lils..." James answered, before giving her a last and final kiss. He knew he wouldn't survive if he faced Voldemort alone. "GO!!!" He shouted as he pushed her and Harry away from him.
It wasn't long after Lily and his son were out of sight when James heard a maniacal laugh coming from the living room. "HAHAHAHA!"
"Surrender him, James, and you won't need to die." Voldemort sneered as he entered the room where James was standing bravely, ready to die for his family.
"Never! I will never give up my family!" James answered and before he could say anything more, Voldemort got bored and said the killing curse, "Aveda Kedavra!"
And so James Potter died.
"James!" Lily, who had returned, shouted as she saw her husband take his last breath.
"Stufey!"
"Expalliarmus!"
Lily shouted with all her might, but her anger was not enough to stop the evil wizard that was maniacally shouting in front of her. Her anger was not enough to stop the same wizard who had killed her parents, brother, and now, her husband.
"HAHAHAHA! Give up your son, girl!"
"No! Never!"
And just like James, Lily died with a simple, but horrible "Aveda Kedavra!"
"You could have lived, girl, if you had just surrendered your son." Voldemort sneered, "NOT! HAHAHAHA!"
Then, without wasting time, Voldemort ordered ten of his death eaters to look for the baby, Harry Potter. In less than a minute, he was found. He wasn't that hard to locate for the baby was crying. Even as a baby, young Harry Potter had sensed the death of his parents and it made him incredibly sad.
Voldemort picked up the baby with one hand by it's right foot and this just made the little boy cry harder.
"Ðon't worry, little one," Voldemort smirked, "You'll soon be with your parents."
The evil man once again said the killing curse, pointing his wand at the baby's head. But by some miracle, it didn't affect the baby. Voldemort wondered what could have gone wrong. Didn't he say the incantation properly? Then without warning, a green light, the same light that the killing curse illuminated shot out of the baby's head where his wand was still pointing. The light hit Voldemort, and in a split second, he dropped the baby on its bed and fell face down on the floor. A few minutes of silence passed before one by one the death eaters disappeared from the room in fear. Their master had died. This was not good.
What the foolish death eaters didn't see was what happened about five minutes later when a silvery mist shot out of Voldemort's body screaming "This is not over, Harry Potter!"
And there was only silence... and the cries of a young boy with a lightning- shaped scar on its forehead.
"Don't worry, Harry." A voice said. The baby stopped his wails for a minute, as if he was looking around. But when he saw nothing, he continued crying.
"Don't cry, Harry. I'm here." Once again, the baby stopped, but this time, even if there was no one around, he didn't cry anymore. Instead, he wiped his eyes and smiled.
"Ha...na!" He said softly and waved his hands as if saying hello. In a few minutes, Harry Potter was asleep. He knew, then, he was safe. Hana was with him.
James embraced Lily for comfort, but then let go after only seconds. He said, "Lily! Take Harry and go!"
At first, Lily didn't want to leave. "James, I love you..." she said.
"I love you too, Lils..." James answered, before giving her a last and final kiss. He knew he wouldn't survive if he faced Voldemort alone. "GO!!!" He shouted as he pushed her and Harry away from him.
It wasn't long after Lily and his son were out of sight when James heard a maniacal laugh coming from the living room. "HAHAHAHA!"
"Surrender him, James, and you won't need to die." Voldemort sneered as he entered the room where James was standing bravely, ready to die for his family.
"Never! I will never give up my family!" James answered and before he could say anything more, Voldemort got bored and said the killing curse, "Aveda Kedavra!"
And so James Potter died.
"James!" Lily, who had returned, shouted as she saw her husband take his last breath.
"Stufey!"
"Expalliarmus!"
Lily shouted with all her might, but her anger was not enough to stop the evil wizard that was maniacally shouting in front of her. Her anger was not enough to stop the same wizard who had killed her parents, brother, and now, her husband.
"HAHAHAHA! Give up your son, girl!"
"No! Never!"
And just like James, Lily died with a simple, but horrible "Aveda Kedavra!"
"You could have lived, girl, if you had just surrendered your son." Voldemort sneered, "NOT! HAHAHAHA!"
Then, without wasting time, Voldemort ordered ten of his death eaters to look for the baby, Harry Potter. In less than a minute, he was found. He wasn't that hard to locate for the baby was crying. Even as a baby, young Harry Potter had sensed the death of his parents and it made him incredibly sad.
Voldemort picked up the baby with one hand by it's right foot and this just made the little boy cry harder.
"Ðon't worry, little one," Voldemort smirked, "You'll soon be with your parents."
The evil man once again said the killing curse, pointing his wand at the baby's head. But by some miracle, it didn't affect the baby. Voldemort wondered what could have gone wrong. Didn't he say the incantation properly? Then without warning, a green light, the same light that the killing curse illuminated shot out of the baby's head where his wand was still pointing. The light hit Voldemort, and in a split second, he dropped the baby on its bed and fell face down on the floor. A few minutes of silence passed before one by one the death eaters disappeared from the room in fear. Their master had died. This was not good.
What the foolish death eaters didn't see was what happened about five minutes later when a silvery mist shot out of Voldemort's body screaming "This is not over, Harry Potter!"
And there was only silence... and the cries of a young boy with a lightning- shaped scar on its forehead.
"Don't worry, Harry." A voice said. The baby stopped his wails for a minute, as if he was looking around. But when he saw nothing, he continued crying.
"Don't cry, Harry. I'm here." Once again, the baby stopped, but this time, even if there was no one around, he didn't cry anymore. Instead, he wiped his eyes and smiled.
"Ha...na!" He said softly and waved his hands as if saying hello. In a few minutes, Harry Potter was asleep. He knew, then, he was safe. Hana was with him.