The pain radiated from his chest, and then there was nothing, and all he wanted was to scream out and protect his love and child.
As the nothingness overcame him, he wished he had seen this coming. And he guessed, in a way, he had. There was no way that he and Lily were going to escape him again. Not this time. They had already done it twice and it was tempting fate with that.
There was no such thing as third time lucky. Not when the first two times had been as well.
He wouldn't have trusted Peter had he known, seen a glimpse, of this happening. He would have kept with Sirius – who was obvious, but more loyal then the rest of them. Like the dog that he was.
Now his whole family was dead, and it was all because he had put his trust in the wrong person.
Things just didn't work out the way he always wanted them to.