KNOCK! KNOCK!The dreadful sound resonated throughout the Potter residence as James and Lily slept. Harry awoke and sat up bolt straight. Lily, to her extreme chagrin, had been woken up by tiny Harry's wet thumb poking her in the nose. "Thank God," she thought, "It was only a dream." Voldemort had gotten fed up with the polite stuff, so he simply blasted down the door. "GIVE ME THE BOY!!" Lily was frenzied. No, no, it couldn't be Harry, not the only reason to stay alive! She wept and begged, trying to barter her life for his. "FOOLISH GIRL!" A flash of green light and all the life was drained from those unblinking, all-seeing green eyes. "NO!" James lept and tried to knock Voldemort's wand from his hand. He did not make it, but as the last signs of life vanished from her eyes, he no longer cared. "Kill me too! I've no more reason to live! Kill me too!" Voldemort was ever so happy to oblige and with a flash of green light, James died the way he wanted to die: with Lily in his arms.