Don't own Harry Potter, just the feelings of the characters themselves :P
His voice was cracking as he ordered Lily to stay in the room with Harry, and he stalled at the doorway of his son's bedroom. His brown eyes were locked with his wife's emerald green ones, and he knew this was the last time he would look into them. Harry was crying, and she had to tear her eyes away from his, and James felt his heart sink. He had half a mind to wonder where in the world Sirius was, or Remus, and what his best mates where doing or thinking right now. James wouldn't ever be able to see them anymore...never be able to laugh with them, or drink Firewhisky like they use to.
Wand in hand, he shut the cream colored door shut behind him, and walked stealthy down the stairs. His heart was racing, and his breathing was ragged as he heard someone laughing in the kitchen. Making his way through the dining room, he was met with the Dark Lord himself face to face. James couldn't help but shout in fright, but than his fright turned to anger and hatred towards the wizard. His family was in danger, his friends, and the entire wizard community for that fact.
"Ahhh yes James Potter we meet at last..." Voldemort grinned flicking his wand between his pale long fingers, his head tilted to the side. Before James could even respond he was dead. Plain and simple.
The flash of green was all the clouded his vision, and he was seeing his life flashing before him. The first time he met Sirius, Remus and Peter, to the first time he kissed Lily, to the time when Harry was born. The smiles, the grins, and the tears were all flashing in front of him like a black and whit film, and the last thought that crossed his brain, was that his wife and son are in danger, and there's no one to save them.