Post by Dea on Oct 21, 2009 11:52:22 GMT -5
His young son giggled as yet another bubble morphed into an elephant, then a dog, a cat, and then...popped. James smiled as the childish laughter seemed to fill the whole room. His son, Harry Potter, then yawned, and smiled sleepily. Lily picked up their young son.
"Someone's sleepy," she said, smiling, turning in the direction of the stairs.
"I'll be up in a minute," James called after her. He sprawled on their couch, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table, next to the place he'd placed his wand.He'd write to Sirius later, he thought, and send that picture they'd taken earlier, of Harry attempting to ride the cat.
James heard Lily crooning upstairs. He'd never imagined they'd be having a child, three years ago. Now look at them. James then stood up, turning in the direction of the stairs. He remembered his glasses, and placed them on his face. At that exact moment, he heard a BANG! from the entryway, and turned in time to see their front door hit the opposite wall.
He ran to the front hallway, in time to face the imposter. He felt his blood run cold. That face, the pale face, could be no one else.
It was Voldemort.
"LILY! TAKE HARRY AND RUN!" He yelled, somewhere between a plea and an order. Voldemort took one step, and drew his wand.
James could see his own wand, not more than three metres to his left, on the stand in the living room.
He was going to die.
He spread his arms, attempting to shield his family, somehow, from Voldemort.
"LILY! RUN!" He yelled, just as a shot of bright green light erupted from Voldemort's wand. The power of the blast sent James Potter into the wall behind him. He slid down the wall, and landed on the floor, arms either side, eyes wide open, glasses crooked. Voldemort merely stepped over his legs, and continued up the stairs to meet his fate.
"Someone's sleepy," she said, smiling, turning in the direction of the stairs.
"I'll be up in a minute," James called after her. He sprawled on their couch, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table, next to the place he'd placed his wand.He'd write to Sirius later, he thought, and send that picture they'd taken earlier, of Harry attempting to ride the cat.
James heard Lily crooning upstairs. He'd never imagined they'd be having a child, three years ago. Now look at them. James then stood up, turning in the direction of the stairs. He remembered his glasses, and placed them on his face. At that exact moment, he heard a BANG! from the entryway, and turned in time to see their front door hit the opposite wall.
He ran to the front hallway, in time to face the imposter. He felt his blood run cold. That face, the pale face, could be no one else.
It was Voldemort.
"LILY! TAKE HARRY AND RUN!" He yelled, somewhere between a plea and an order. Voldemort took one step, and drew his wand.
James could see his own wand, not more than three metres to his left, on the stand in the living room.
He was going to die.
He spread his arms, attempting to shield his family, somehow, from Voldemort.
"LILY! RUN!" He yelled, just as a shot of bright green light erupted from Voldemort's wand. The power of the blast sent James Potter into the wall behind him. He slid down the wall, and landed on the floor, arms either side, eyes wide open, glasses crooked. Voldemort merely stepped over his legs, and continued up the stairs to meet his fate.
