"Lily- its him, take harry and go!"
"James!"
"Lily, go, I'll hold him off."
Harry gurgled in sadness. He didn't want his parents to die. Okay, fine, he did want to be the boy who lived again, but really, how was a boy to chose. Anyway, he didn't have many options because Voldemort had killed his father and was coming up to kill him.
"Move aside you silly girl!"
"Not harry- take me- don't take harry!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
A burst of green light flashed from Voldemorts wand and hit lily potter. She slumped over, killed.
Harry watched, void of emotion as Voldemort sauntered up to him.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The spell hit harry in the forehead and rebounded. In the split-second until the curse found its new victim (one lord Voldemort) Harry did something gutsy. He middle fingered the dark lord.