Lily and James Potter were wonderful people. They had known one another since they were eleven years old, and were sweet hearts all through their school years. They got married the summer after their graduation and lived in blissful love together. They cared about others and fought for those who couldn't fight for themselves. They were often called the great protectors of the wizardding world.
You see even though the Potter's were wonderful people who lived happy lives together the world they lived in was not a happy place. A dark wizard dubbing himself Voldermort was on a rampage. He and his followers, the Deatheaters, wanted to gain control of the world, and destroy or enslave all those deemed unfit to live.
A man by the name of Albus Dumbledor and a group of his followers, the often of the Phoenix, were the only true threat apposing him. Needless to say Lily and James were key members of this group. They like Albus were figure heads for the public to look to for hope and inspiration. They had foiled some many of Voldemort's plans and live through so many battles that by the ago of twenty the Dark Lord wanted them dead as much as he did Dumbledor.
But the dangerous life the Potters lea would soon come to and end though not because of death but life instead. When Lily became pregnant she knew her baby would be a target for the Dark Lord. She and James went into hiding with good friend by the name of Peter Petagrew as their secret keeper.
Alas one Halloween night after baby Harry Potter was a year old Lily and James met their end.
"Lily take Harry and go it's him!" Lily heard James cry. As quick as she could she grabbed Harry and ran to the master bedroom to grab James's invisibly cloak all the while listening to the crashes and bangs of the fight down stairs. When she finally found the cloak under the bed she froz4 as she heard James die.
"Avida kadavira"
Thud
Silence………