"He found us!" James cried out to his wife.
"That Fucking rat - I swear James I will kill him. Hurry, grab the port-key, I'll get Harry" Lilly replied, survival instincts immediately chasing away the anger and rage that was building up at the apparent treachery of Peter.
As she turned to run up the stairs to grab her sleeping child the front door to the house blew in.
"You will not defy me a fourth time little Potters" The cold humourless voice of the Dark Lord rang out form within a cloud of dust that was the remains of the imploded doorway.
James, who was closer to the door, turned to face Voldemort in defiance "Lilly - I love you, but you need to take Harry and GO! I will try to hold him off as long as I can".
In James's hand was the port-key amulet glowed a faint blue - indicating an anti-por-tkey ward was in place, rendering the trinket almost less then useless.
Lilly, seeing the blue glow and recognising their situation for what it was whispered one last goodbye before turning to run back upstairs to Harry.
Throughout this little exchange the cold yellow eyes of the dark lord remained fixed impassively on the man before him "Do you really think you can stand between Lord Voldemort and the prize he seeks?"
James didn't blink – he was one of the most powerful and resourceful Aurors in the ministry and had fought off and countered the Death Eaters plans three times so far – and that three times more than most other Aurors could claim.
With a wave of the Dark Lord's Yew wand the floor fell out from under Mr Potter catching him completely off guard and causing him to fall into the newly created crater in his living room - and in the process loos the grip on his wand.
In that moment James knew he was finished all his training and experience was useless – he didn't even get a chance to loose a single spell.
"Avada Kedevra" in a green flash and three seconds James Potter was dead.
The steps creaked almost as if in pain as the shadowy figure of the Slitherin heir crept up to the nursery. His aura of pulsating black magic was oozing out of him swirling and writhing in response to the merest thought of the Dark Lord – with less then a conscious shrug his magic reached out and the door to the nursery flung itself open as he stalked into the room.
"Please not Harry, not Harry - Take m,me instead" Lilly cried out in sheer desperation, positioning herself in front of the cot as if her being physically in the way would help in holding back the embodiment of evil from reaching her son.
This proved ineffective as Voldemort merely flicked his wrist causing a ghostly black arm of shadowy magic to reach out and fling the red haired witch through the wall and out the side of the house.
Slowly the dark lord peered over the edge of the cot and looked down at the still sleeping form of a toddler "so you're the one prophesied to end me? I am sorry little wizard but I can't let you live"
Pointing his wand at the toddlers head Voldemort whispered "Avada Kedevra"
Bright green eyes sprung open as the sickly green beam of death raced the few inches towards him. In that split second young Harry's subconscious mind recognized that, knew that he was about to die and even though his conscious mind was too young to understand concepts like life and death - his subconsciousness and his soul knew it didn't want to die.
The immanent thread of death ignited a spark within the toddler and without knowing what was going on he blinked out of existence and through the Blind Eternities, unknowingly planeswalking away to another world on another plane.
Lilly was wrought with sorrow as she lay on her back in the garden - staring up at the hole in her second floor wall that she just flew through.
All motivation to get up or move escaped her - her son, her life, her husband, her only reason to resit, to carry on - all snuffed out in less than sixty seconds.
She heard the cruel words that evil creature said to her son - it broke her heart that the last words her beautiful innocent son would ever hear, came from that monsters mouth.
She was on the ground when she heard the dreaded killing curse echo through the empty night - she watched in silent horror as a flash of green light signled the death of her only son.
The ear piercing scream she heard next was not what she had expected though. The Dark Lords scream of obvious pain and terror pierced through her shock riddled brain and woke her up - she lunged back up and scrambled into the house.
She ran straight past the crater in the living room - it took all of her self control to stop herself from looking down and seeing the corps of her husband as she bounded up the stairs.
What she saw through the open door way was a sight that would never stop haunting her nightmares for as long as she lived.
Her son was fading out of existence while the Dark Lord screamed out in pain as his body seemed to consume itself, burning from what appeared to be invisible flames.
A moment later there was nothing - her son was gone the dark lord was gone, his clothing were crumpled in a bunt pile left on the floor.
Lilly collapsed again, curling into the feudal position she just froze silently crying for everything that she lost in that one cruel minuet.
That was how Dumbledore and Sanpe found her hours later the next morning.
Apparently, Severous was with the Death Eaters when Voldemort left, and when he didn't return they felt through the dark mark that something was wrong.
Some of the fanatical Death Eaters turned on Peter and ripped him to pieces blaming the rat for leading their Lord into a trap - the less fanatical or more level headed ones started working on their alibis or legal defenses - others simply fled.
There were a few that would not give up on their master so easily and were sure that he still lived. They were the ones that tore through the country side and into Germany to plan and gather strength – awaiting a time to return and welcome back their master.
Lilly listened to Snape's report with glassy eyes - her son was dead, Voldemort was dead, James was dead - She knew that the world found that a fair trade but she couldn't get past the fact that they were dead and she wasn't.
~~~On another Plane~~~
"Sensei, Look" Kakashi called out to his teacher.
In a flash the tall blond Jounin was at his students side "It looks like another abandoned child - probably orphaned in the war. Bring him with us to Konoha, the least we can do is try to give the kid a better chance at life growing up."
A young girl with red tattoos on her face picked up the crying toddler "Awwh, look his head is bleeding" She quickly sat down and cleaned out the wound and began to heal it with a bit of her Chakra.
With a gasp she exclaimed " It's a lightning bolt? A scratch like that doesn't happen by accident… What kind of twisted fuck would think it was a good idea to sit down one day and carve this into the kids head?" she asked pleadingly to her team. At the looked of resigned sadness for her sensei she knew that there were some things that simply couldn't be explained and human cruelty was just one of them. Turning back to the child she cooed – "Sorry little man I cant seem to get rid of the scar but I hope I did stop it from hurting."
"What should we call him - and no Bolty or lightning references, I'm sure he will have enough issues growing up with a scar like that on his little head."
Minato looked down in pride at the maternal instincts of his student "How about a strong name for a strong boy to survive in these tough times. Let's call him Lee, Rock Lee."