Memories my boy, memories

Chapter 5- Death of the beloved, meet the hated

(Memory in italics)

Edited- 01/09/21

"Mum? Dad?" Harry said in a low voice to no one in particular. No one else spoke, they didn't think it was the time.

"James! He is here, You-Know-Who is here!" Lily shouted and James hugged her while she had Harry in her arms.

Harry's knees buckled and he fell to the floor, he knew what was coming. Draco rushed over to him.

"You take Harry and hide, I will fight him off. I love you Lilyflower, never forget that." Then James kissed her on the lips and Harry on the forehead. He ran towards the danger leaving Lily crying with Harry, urgently trying to find somewhere to hide.

Voices of the two men could be heard from across the hallway, "Move out of the way Potter. It is not you I am here for." Voldemort warned.

"Yeah well, you have to get through me first!" James said, knowing it was the end for him, but sparing more time for his beloved wife and son. Voldemort laughed raising his wand.

"Ok, ok, before you murder me Mr. Mouldy, I would just like to say your nose looks fabulous in the light." James laughed out. However it was cut short when the first murder of the night was commited.

"Avarda Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted and Lily screamed, holding Harry tighter.

Present Harry screamed also. Ron and Hermione both ran to Harry's aid, the others too shocked to move.

Lily put Harry back into the crib and looked at him with the softest face she could muster, "Oh Harry. Remember, Mama loves you, Dada loves you, you are so loved."

Voldemort entered the nursery which included the prize. His lips twitched into a deranged sort of smile.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Lily Potter and her disgrace of a son." He said rather bitterly.

"Please kill me! Don't kill Harry!" Lily begged, tears clouding her vision.

"Ah Mrs. Potter, I was requested by a certain someone to leave you unharmed. But if you do not comply with my instructions. I may have to murder you." He warned.

"Please don't kill Harry!" She repeated, Voldemort grew angry.

"You filthy mudblood, you leave me with no choice." Lily cried out in anguish as she knew what was coming.

And once more, murder was on the tip of his tongue, "AVARDA KEDAVRA!" He screamed in anger and Lily let out a heart-wrenching screech of agony as she fell to the floor. The life no longer in her once emerald-green eyes.

Voldemort looked at the crib the baby was in and walked over there, it was the prize he easily fought for. He earned it. It was successful. Or was it?

"Look who we have here. Itty bitty baby Potter." Baby Harry was crying, he wanted his mum.

"There was a prophecy created that predicted you were to grow old and defeat me. How silly." He laughed to himself, not exactly knowing why he was talking to a baby who didn't understand a word he was uttering. "So, I decided to make sure that wouldn't happen."

He raised his wand once more, fixating it on Harry, a manic smile plastered on his face and he casted the curse, "AVARDA KEDAVRA!"

But something different happened this time. Instead of killing Harry, it killed him instead. Very painfully. Leaving Harry only with a lightning shaped scar.

The memory ended, the only noise evident in the room was Harry's sobs, and Draco's pathetic words of encouragement which went through one of Harry's ears and out the other.