Lily Potter stood with her back to her door, tucking Harry in. He had fallen asleep despite the terrors that took place only a few yards away. She smiled at her son, pulling his blankie up to his chin.
It'll be chilly tonight, she thought, If he survives, I want him to stay warm.
Outside the room she herd her husband's frantic footsteps as he ran up the stairs out of Voldemort's grasp. She let out a sigh of relief, her husband was safe, that was almost all that mattered.
He rushed inside the nursery and hugged her tightly.
"I thought you and Harry might not have made it…" his voice was a hurried whisper, if not softer, but Lily could hear James's voice breaking as he began to cry. Whether they were cheers of relief, joy, or if he knew the most possible outcome of the night, she could not be sure, but to have him here, close to her, for a moment, she wished time could stop right then and let the three of them live inside this little bubble defying time and fate.
But she knew it could not be so, and she knew that when he let go of her and kissed her on the forehead that this would almost certainly be their final moment together, alive.
James quickly whipped away the tears that were streaming down his face and looked at his sleeping son. Harry looked so peaceful sleeping, all bundled up in his Snitch-decorated blanket, oblivious to the world around him that was slowly falling apart, and painfully dissolving away, like a fizzing tablet in luke-warm water.
His right hand gripping his wand so tightly, his knuckles began to turn white, he poked his head outside the Nursery door, keeping watch. Lily could do nothing but stand at the foot of her precious son's crib and watch. Before she could even give her beloved a word of caution, Voldemort let out a shout, and, using an elementary spell that she had learned in her first year, James was levitated out the door.
James! Lily thought, hands clenching into fists of rage towards the dark Wizard who had a hold of her husband, tears streaming down her face as if each eye was an extremely leaky sink. James! No! Please, don't die!
As if sensing Lily's discomfort, Harry woke up, a frightened expression on his chubby face, and began to also cry silent tears.
Oh, Harry, Lily thought, picking her son up and hugging him tightly. If only you knew, your tears would be full of rage and sorrow more so than mine could ever be. There was no doubt about it in Lily's mind; James was as good as dead.
The next few events seemed to move in slow motion for Lily, although it only took a matter of seconds for the sequence to be completed. Voldemort's cruel voice said something, the Avada Kedavra shouted, Lily ran towards the door, and closed it, thinking it would keep the Dark Lord out; Harry began to cry, Lily rushed towards the crib to grab a bottle, James shouting out her name with his final breath, a flash of green light, the door bursting open…
"Hello again, Lily."