"Run!" A loud voice broke the silence of the tense moment, making the young woman opposite to the voice jump. A loud bang exploded what sounded next door, but still making the house tremble and the woman whimper as she clutched something tightly to her chest. The voice spoke again, repeating the command in a louder, more desperate voice, sounding as if it were pleading. "Please, take him and run!"
"I- I can't!" The woman cried, her delicate hands clutching the bundle even tighter and burying her face into it, as if trying to shut out everything that was happening around her. A hand moved forward and grasped her wrist- but it still had a gentle quality, even though the grip was firm and authoritative. The hands belonged to the stern voice that had been heard earlier- a man. His unruly brown hair fell in front of his eyes, but handsomely so. His piercing, almond gaze looked pleadingly at the woman. The woman, one hand hastily brushing away a long strand of scraggly dark red hair, gave a feeble smile. She then suddenly lurched forward, holding the bundle in between them and sobbing into the man's shoulder.
"I just can't!" She repeated, though her voice was muffled by the man's robe. The man gently pulled her away from him, staring straight into her eyes as he placed either hand on her shoulders. He spoke again, his voice sounding strong and confident- but its shakiness gave away the fear he was trying so desperately to hide.
"You have to leave-" another loud bang erupted overhead, making the woman shriek and lean forward to try and attach herself to the man. The man sternly kept her in place, upright, though his gnarled hand moved up to tilt her chin upwards so that he was looking into her eyes. He started the sentence again, trying to steady his quivering voice. "-You have to leave, Lils- you have to leave now."
"But you'll…" Lily broke off, tears running freely down her face as she franticly searched the man's light almond gaze, her hands moving up to try and brush away the dark rivers of mingled mascara and tears trickling down her cheeks. The man hugged her close to his chest, not wanting to ever let her go, but knowing that he had to. There was silence as the two clung to each other, making the moment seem so perfect- but all good things had to come to an end. Another blast shattered somewhere nearby, sounding closer then the previous two. The woman let out another shriek, and the man quickly broke the magical embrace, turning the woman around and pushing her off.
"Go!" He yelled, his voice cracking boyishly. The woman hastily darted towards the exit, her broken heel slipping on the bare wood floor, carefully dodging small play toys that were scattered around. But before she could dart out into freedom, the ceiling gave a terrific shudder, as if threatening to fall. The man moved forward, willing her to keep going, not to hesitate, to escape. But no, she stalled, fearfully staring up at the trembling ceiling. There was a loud creaking sound, and the man loudly cried out, trying to attract the woman's attention before it was too late. "Lily!" "James!" The woman gasped, screaming shrilly and leaping out of the way just as the door lurched forward as someone threw their weight against it. The man rushed forward and helped her up from the ground, where she was clutching her bundle and silently crying. She spoke in broken whisper. "The-they're here, they're going to get us, James- He's here- w-we- we're going t-to-"
"-Get out of here." James curtly finished, cutting Lily off in her sentence. She looked up at him with large, bright green eyes, searching his gaze as she readjusted the position of the bundle. James glanced towards the door- it gave another shudder. He smirked grimly- Lily's charm work would be hard to break through. He pushed Lily and her bundle towards the steps, ushering her up them. He gave her another hug, kissed the top of the bundle fondly, and moved his glasses firmly on the bridge of his nose. He then turned, withdrawing a thin stick of wood from his robe pocket, not flinching as the door shuttered again. He glanced over his shoulder at Lily, who was still standing there clutching her bundle, looking frightened. James's tone was suddenly sterner, a bit paniced, though.
"Lily, take Harry and go! Its him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off -" Lily did as commanded, and not a moment too soon. Immediently after Lily had stumbled out of the room, retreating upstairs to Harry's bedroom, the door had finally cracked under the pressure of the spells being thrown at it. It burst aside, narrowly missing James's head. Out through the dust was a tall, shadowy figure, clothed in all black with a hood drawn over his head. The hood started down at the young man who stood there, pointing his wand straight where his face, hidden by the shadows, was. The hooded man laughed quietly, withdrawing from his own person a thin wand of wood. James opened his mouth and flicked his wand- but it was only a fraction of a second too late.
"James, James, oh, James..." The quiet murmerings of a young woman came from upstairs, where Lily Potter was pressed against the door to baby Harry's room, clutching the bundle to her chest and crying silently into it. In the stillness of the night, she could pick up what was happening upstairs, and her silent prayers seemed to fall on deaf ears. There were two words hissed into the evening, and a blinding green flash of light illuminated the windows for one brief moment. A slumping sound followed, and all went still. Lily gasped and shuddered, slumping down to her knees and leaning against the door, rocking in her grief and clutching the bundle even tighter to herself. The small cloth wriggled slightly, and a small giggle could be heard from it. Lily, cheeks stained with tears, carefully withdrew the cloth that shielded a small child's face, looking into those sleep, bright green eyes. A faint smile came across the woman's lips as she traced the baby's perfect cheek. But she was jolted out of the soothing thoughts of a babe's innocence when there was a noise coming from the stairs- someone was coming up. Lily gasped and edged away from the door, her back to it as she hurriedly layed the babe back into it's crib, hunching over the bed in an effort to protect the young one from the horrors that were coming.
A door burst open, the dark shape once again silohetted in the doorway. Lily didn't dare turn around. The shape slowly removed his hood, revealing a perfectly normal man, though older then the woman. His dark black hair fell handsomely in front of his eyes, but his eyes stared out so evilly, so hungry, that all thoughts of the person being remotely handsome vanished. The man stepped closer, laughing quietly as he once again raised his wand.Lily finally couldn't help it- she turned around, her dark red hair falling in front of her face, eyes looking pleadingly to the evil man standing before her. She stretched her arms out in front of the crib, her wand laying down by her feet. Noticing it, she dived for it- but the man was too fast. He quickly stepped on it, snapping the stick neatly in half. Lily stared dispairingly at the two broken halfs, but with a mother's love, she leaped back into place, spread eagle in front of the crib to defend her son. The man took a step forward, wand raised. Lily shook her head wildly, backing up so that she was pressed against the crib.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside, you silly girl...stand aside, now..." A cold voice spoke these words, coming closer, trying to make Lily move away so that she was no longer blocking his prize, the prize he wanted so greatly, the boy he wanted- needed- to kill.
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead -" Lily pleaded, her hair falling everywhere as she frantically shook her head, pressing so hard into the crib that it was being pressed into the opposing wall. The man seemed to find this amusing- he was smirking, raising his wand even higher. He moved to the side to get a clear shot at the boy, but Lily dived over with him, blocking every time.
"Not Harry!" She begged, tears streaming down her face. "Please... have mercy... have mercy..." But the man seemed to find this statement even more amusing. His smirk had transferred into a grin, and the grin was opening up to release laughter. Lily continued to beg, but her pleas were soon drowned out by the man's manical laughter, eyes gleaming evilly as he raised his wand again.
From the crib, baby Harry was listening to all that was going on. It was loud and it hurt his ears, so he began to cry, further adding to the noise and the laughter. His eyes shut tightly as he cried, moving around beneath the blanket he had been wrapped in. The laughter stopped suddenly, and the two words that had been once uttered in this house before repeated themselves. There was the scream of a woman and a blinding green flash, hurting the young one's eyes even though they were closed. Another slumping sound, and then slow, triumphant steps near the crib.
The man leaned over his prize, raising his wand again. Finally there was no one blocking him- both mother and father were out of the way. He stared at the child, hate pulsing through his veins. Now it was time to kill, it was time for the victory he wanted and needed so badly in order to suceed...
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"