Tonight was the night. James could feel the tenseness in the air as Lily kissed him goodnight and took Harry, their baby, upstairs to bed. He ran his hands through his hair trying to tell himself that he was just imaging it. However, it wasn't working.

Lily meanwhile placed Harry in his bed then headed to her room to get ready for bed herself. She was going back to work tomorrow and she didn't want to be tired. As she took her ponytail down and was getting ready to take a bath, she felt something wasn't right either. Ever since they'd moved to Godric's Hollow the Potter's felt very nervous. Except for Harry, being a baby of course.

Just then, there was knock at the door.

"Lily, go get Harry and hide," James shouted up at Lily.

Lily, who at first didn't understand what he was talking about, stood rooted to the spot. Then she realized why her husband was asking her to do this and ran into Harry's room. Just as she reached Harry's room the door burst open. Suddenly, a cloak figure entered in and muttered an incantation that caused the door to close behind Lily and lock. She was trapped.

"James Potter," said the cloak figure menacingly, "long have you interfered with my plans. Well, after tonight you won't be able to breath."

"What are you talking about ?" asked James, confused.

"Like you don't know," said the cloaked man. And with that he pulled back his cloak, revealing to be the same man who attacked James in his sixth year except he looked older, which he should. "It was I who attacked you those countless times during you sixth year. Me, Tom Marvalo Riddle, or as some prefer to call me, Lord Voldemort.

"Enough talk, let's duel," said James sternly.

"Bow to your death Potter."

Not only did James have to fight for his and Lily's life, but for Harry's as well. The two were very skilled with a wand, however Voldemort finally cut to the chase and said the last words James would ever hear:

"Avada Kedavra!"

Suddenly, James completely lost conciseness and fell to the ground, dead. He'd lost.

Or had he?