"Move aside." Voldemort hissed, grinning under his cloak. He had his wand gripped tightly in his hand, ready to kill her if needed.
"No."
"What?"
"I said no." Lily reached into her jean pockets and pulled out an illegal gun. The metal glinted in the moonlight that was coming through the windows and she shot him in the heart. Twice.
No one kills her husband and tries to kill her baby. No one.
