Disclaimer: Still no own HP
AN: Ah, on with the dark stuff, this is James' POV, some stuff might differ from Harry's memories, but...I don't remember those exactly anway... .
Four
Lily's eyes were wide with horror. "James, no! There has to be another way!"
He gave her a soft smile, "You already know there isn't, I'll fight him...you try...try and get Harry and yourself to safety at least..."
With that, he slipped out of the bedroom door, and cast a locking charm on it, before walking toward the living room, where there uninvited guest was just now entering.
He smiled to himself, Well, I always did want to go out in a blaze of glory...and if Lily and Harry get away...
He frowned. Harry has to get away. I won't let Voldemort stop that prophecy!...Although...I wonder how you're even supposed to stop it...then again...Harry might not be the one, and then he'd die for no reason...
James' grip tightened on his wand, I won't let him hurt my family...not while I still draw breath...
It didn't occur to him, as he turned the corner to enter his living room and face off against what was likely not even human anymore, that the only way it could have gotten in was that someone--Peter--had betrayed him. It simply wasn't possible.
The 'man' was standing calmly in the middle of the room, wand drawn, and arms crossed. A sadistic smirk played on his lips as we watched James' approach.
"I thought I'd drop by to say hello, since I was in the neighborhood...I hope I didn't wale you." he said, high voice thick with mockery.
"I won't let you get to him."
"You?" The man gave a shrill laugh, "You, prevent the greatest wizard of all time from getting what he wants!"
"I do believe we both know you are far from the greatest wizard that ever lived."
The man's blood-shot eyes narrowed, "At every turn you demonstrate the need for your extermination."
"Extermination, is it? Just cleaning up the filth and grime that refuse to follow you in your insane quest to murder all muggles and anyone not pure-blooded?" James growled, advancing on the creature.
He had to buy time. He had to give Lily the chance to escape...
"Oh, I wouldn't wish to wipe out all non-purebloods!" Voldemort looked almost sincerely shocked at the notion, "Merely put them in their place beneath us."
"Us?" James replied, smirking, "You are not a part of me in any way...you see, unlike you, I actually am a pureblood! So start bowing!"
Voldemort's face contorted in rage a moment, and then his features smoothed to a mere annoyed look, "I am in far too good a mood tonight to let you goad me, I am about to eradicate the one thing that could possibly threaten me."
"Not if I kill you first!" James yelled, firing off the most powerful curse he knew--aside from an Unforgivable, of course.
The creature only laughed, and deflected it with the barest twitch of his wand, "In what universe could you hope to defeat me?"
"This!" James snarled, lunging at him.
Okay. So muggle dueling isn't my strong point, I only learned it from dealing with Lily, but even when I was younger and more arrogant, I would have known that wand dueling was out of the question here.
Voldemort's eyes widened in shock a moment as he was knocked off his feet, but his surprise soon melted into a sinister smirk. James saw the blur of a pale hand, and then a painful collision on the side of his head with a strange object cause James to see stars.
Great. He has to know how to Muggle Duel, too! The fates hate me!
Blinking back the stars dancing in his vision, he made a return strike, hoping to break the man's nose. Voldemort seemed unaffected by the punch, only smirking wider, and flinging James off of him into a wall.
"As I said, James Potter, in what universe could you have hope of defeating me?"
James could taste his coppery blood on his tongue as he stumbled up. The pale man smirked and levelled his wand at James.
This is it... James glared defiantly at the creature that had once been a man, and stood up straight, Lily...please...get to safety.
"You want to know what universe I can beat you in, Snake-breath? This one!" James laughed, "I could beat you with one hand tied behind my back, and a half-gallon of firewhiskey in my belly!
"I think I threw you too hard..." the man said, without a hint of remose.
James only laughed harder, "You're pathetic! Without your minions, you are helpless!"
His red eyes narrowed, "I don't see any Death Eaters in here."
James smirked, "And that's why my infant son will beat you in his sleep!"
Voldemort gave a furious hiss, and all James saw was a blinding green light.
Save him...
ch end.
AN: . Well, I don't know how it ended up like that. I'm just writing it as I go here...you CAN'T tell me James would pass up a chance to annoy Voldy, that's his thing--irritating dark wizards, I mean.
-Yusagi