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Her husband was dead and she was left in Harry's bedroom crying. Baby Harry was clasped tightly to her chest as she heard the footsteps of Voldemort upon the stairs. Lily Potter looked down at her baby knowing this was the last time he would see his mother. Knowing a trick that not even the Dark Lord himself knew, was her only hope to saving her baby.
Lily wasn't going to let Harry come to harm...even if it meant sacrifcing her own life in turn for his. She had already lost her husband...she couldn't bear to think of loosing Harry to the Dark Lord. Harry would be able to live, and enjoy life like he's supposed to, and yes he would never grow up having parents...She would never be able to hold her son when he was frightened, or sad. As the door burst open, and the bits of wood flew past her in a wave of fury, Lily whispered the spell knowing it was Harry's last chance. The Dark Lord approached her with a wicked sinister grin upon his face, he withdrew his wand and slowly pointed it at Harry.
Lily wouldn't let her baby come to harm...