It was a cold October night in Godric's Hollow as a young redheaded woman and brown haired man sat in the living room. Little Harry Potter was asleep against his father's chest as he slowly moved about the room, rocking him back and forth as the woman looked on with a smile.
"Oh come on James, you know how lowly he thinks of himself," Lily rolled her eyes at the male in front of her.
James chuckled, "I know, I know. But what would he think?"
"I don't know but I think he would be happy... Can you believe it, we're having another baby," Lily smiled brightly as she held her stomach gingerly, not yet showing a baby bump.
"I wonder if he'll be a handful like this little guy," James smiled back as he looked down at Harry.
"Hopefully not," Lily laughed as James sat down.
He looked at her with a serious expression, "Are you sure you want this?"
Lily nodded sternly, "Of course I do, he's one of your best friends and he needs to know that we appreciate him and think of him as family."
"Well... Looks like we'll ask Peter in the morning if he wants to be a Godfather," James sighed, a bit excited.
Lily smiled and gently picked Harry out of James' arms, "Time for bed."
James looked at the two with love before looking at the door as he heard a knock, "I'll get that, perhaps it's Sirius."
He stood and gently kissed Lily on the forehead before walking to the door, opening the door but shutting it quickly with a heavy thud, "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off -"
Lily paled and nodded before dashing up the stairs into Harry's room, wincing as she heard the door slam open and footsteps coming up the stairs.
She gasped as Harry started to cry, "Hush my baby boy, it's alright... It seems though... You won't get to meet your baby brother..."
Lily yelped as the door burst open and spun to see Voldemort standing there, "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
Voldemort scoffed, "Stand aside you silly girl … stand aside now."
Lily begged as she stood in front of her son, "Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead... Not Harry! Please … have mercy … have mercy… "
Harry heard a shrill voice laughing and his mother screaming before she fell to the floor. Outside, the night was quiet as a green light flashed in an upstairs bedroom of Godric's Hollow.