Sliver of a Tear
Prologue
A dense fog filled the cluttered room as a lean man clamored about, trying desperately to see. Mist clung to his glasses and his raven-black hair as he fumbled blindly for his wand. He let out a cry of pain as a loud bang knocked him off his feet and sent him crashing into a wall.
Red eyes narrowed and a nasty grin broke across the pale, snake-like face, a flat nose sniffing the air as if it could smell fear. The man had known from the start that there was no chance- no hope against the darkest, most evil wizard alive. From the moment Lord Voldemort's pitiless eyes had met his own, he knew he would not live to see another day.
As if to affirm this belief, Lord Voldemort raised his wand and bellowed, "Avada Kedavra!" as a high-pitched scream pierced the silence of the night.
A green jet of light burst out of the tip of the wand toward the wizard who lied crumpled at the base of the wall. As he watched the green light obscure his vision, as he heard the rushing sound of death in his ears, he couldn't help but remember a time not too long ago when he had been the ringleader of the Marauders, a time when Lily Evans had hated every inch of him, a time when the future had looked so full of promise and hope, a time when…
James Potter smiled before crumpling to the floor, dead.
In the next chapter, I will be starting off with James in his seventh yearat Hogwarts and his attempts to get Lily to like him. Please review if you have the chance, I would really appreciate some feedback!