Chapter 5: Daddy?

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Halloween night (spoooooooky)

James was in the couch fidgeting with his wand it never left his hands now with the war going on. He felt very much responsible for his early pregnant wife and his child yet he was responsible for them.

Harry was laughing at his feet, giggling at the sparks it made. Lily was in the kitchen preparing Harry's bottle. Suddenly James felt an uneasy feeling he knew he wasn't alone.

He saw a dark figure form outside and instantly knew. 'LILY!' He screamed. Lily understood and raced in 'how did he find us?!' He worried. James shook his head.

'It doesn't matter Lilypads just take harry and go' he shouted. He was panicking. What had happened to Peter, Voldemort must have found him and killed him! James was near tears after knowing of his friends death but he had to be strong for his family.

Lily was upstairs with Harry. 'It's alright Harry Mummy's got you' she smiled. Suddenly the door flew opened and James was staring at Voldemort. 'Move now' Voldemort said coldly.

'Never get out of my house' James yelled. 'Move out of the way you stupid man!' Voldemort yelled. James didn't move and Voldemort took out his wand 'Crucio' he yelled.

James screamed in pain but still wouldn't move.'AVADA KADAVRA!' Voldemort yelled finally loosing his patience.There was a sudden green light and the sound of a scream. James's dead body lay on the floor the face of determination still etched upon his face.

Lily heard his body drop and struggled not to scream. Harry looked up questioning the sound 'Daddy?' He said clearly. Lily smiled weakly 'well done baby, you finally said it Daddy would be so proud' she whispered.

Voldemort suddenly came upstairs with a grin on his face. Before Lily knew he was there he took out his wand. 'Avada kadavra' he yelled at the baby boy.

Lily let out a blood curdling scream but her sons eyes suddenly opened and Voldemort was gone. She looked over at her son who was looking around curiously but this time with a lightening shaped scar in his head.

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