About a month after the charm was placed on their house, Lily and James were eating dinner. They talked about work, and laughed as their son spit up every ounce of food possible. There was suddenly a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," James said as Lily started to get up. "I'm sure it's just Sirius asking for food again. I hear Skye isn't the best cook!" Lily laughed as he walked out of the room. She went to her little boy, picked him up, and started to burp him. Then she heard the door slam, and her husband yelling to her.

James went to the door and opened it. Outside on the porch was a middle-aged man with neat black hair that came below his ears, sharp pale features, and a tall, slight build. He was draped in an inky black shimmering robe that pooled around his feet. But what stood out the most were the blazing crimson cat-like eyes of Lord Voldemort. James eyes bulged and he slammed the door in the Dark Lord's face. He frantically cast all the locking charms he knew.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" yelled James. He swore as the door was blasted off the hinges.

Voldemort laughed his cold, high-pitched laugh.

"Potter" He sneered.

"You'll never get to them." James said, raising his wand.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, amused, "Take a good look Potter, because this is the last thing you will ever see..."

James threw a stunning spell at Voldemort, who avoided it expertly. Then, not even five seconds after that, Voldemort raised his wand.

"Crucio!"
James threw himself to the side and narrowly avoided the curse.

"Expelliarmus!" He said, getting up quickly.

Voldemort conjured a shield out of nowhere and the spell rebounded upon James, who was sent flying into a wall.

He cursed and ran towards his wand, going in odd angles to avoid the various killing curses being sent at him. He grabbed his wand and pointed to a spot in front of Voldemort, "Flamora!"

Fire appeared in a great circle around the Dark Lord, who dissapparated and apparated outside of the circle.

"Idiot." Voldemort said, "You shall never win."

"Mobiliarbus!" James said, pointing at the table and the chairs, all of which moved towards Voldemort.

"Diffindo!" Voldemort said, and they all burst apart.

He turned to James quickly, "Incarcerous!"

James was caught off guard, and as the ropes binded him, he lost balance and fell.

Voldemort walked slowly towards him. When he reached him, he raised his wand again, "Crucio!"

James yelled as pain cursed through his body. Voldemort laughed heartlessly and lifted the curse.

"Take a good look at death, Potter." He whispered, his scarlet eyes gleaming maliciously.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Lily, holding tightly to Harry in her arms, mad dash for the nursery where an emergency portkey was hidden. She heard muffled shouts coming from downstairs as she searched frantically around the nursery. A burst of green light. A loud thump.

'Oh, God! James is dead! Oh my God!' she barely noticed the tears run down her cheeks. She knew in the back of her mind that James wasn't going to make it the minute he shouted for her to take Harry and run. She hugged Harry to her chest more tightly and looked down at her son.

The door exploded, its splinters spreading all over the room. Lily's eyes widened and she lost her balance while reaching for the portkey on the high shelf. She fell to her knees in front of the tall man, body hunched over her son.

"Right where you should be, Mudblood! Give me the boy and you'll live," sneered Voldemort as he raked his eyes over her beautiful form.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" pleaded Lily as tears streamed down her face harder. 'I lost James. I'm not going to lose Harry,' she thought as she glared at the sneering man before her.

"Stand aside, you silly girl, stand aside, now!" he said glaring back.

"Not Harry, please no, take me instead..." Lily smirked mentally as she whispered something under her breath. Now all he had to do is take the bait. "I said stand aside!"

"Not Harry! Please... have mercy...have mercy..."

Time seemed to slow down as green light engulfed Lily's delicate form. She slumped sideways, her eyes wide open and a smug smirk on her face.

Voldemort turned on the silent toddler. He toed the boy away from his dead mother and aimed his wand with a flourish.

"A mere half-blood, destroy the great Lord Voldemort? I think not." He said, raising his wand.

"Good-bye, Harry." He said, smiling maliciously. He pointed his wand at Harry and performed the curse. The curse that was to destroy the young baby before him. The curse that had destroyed so many other people...

"Avada Kedavra!"

And then...there was a flash of green light, and a yell. Voldemort was thrown back, and his eyes widened in shock as he witnessed what was happening.
The spell was hovering above the baby, who remained unharmed. The green light then became smaller, as it traced an odd shape in young Harry's forehead. Voldemort stood up, and stared. Just how powerful was this baby that the Avada Kedavra did not work on him?

The light then became black, and it glided towards the tall, snakelike figure that was Voldemort. Without warning, it hit him, and he felt as though all the life he posessed was being sucked out of him. He gasped for breath, not comprehending what was happening.

And then, the light faded. The Dark Lord stood there on the floor of the attic of James and Lily Potter's house, barely alive. He turned to Harry Potter, the boy who was to vanquish him; the boy that had nearly succeeded in destroying him.

"We shall meet again, Harry Potter. And when we do...you will not live to speak the tale..."