A Lion and A Dragon

Prologue

31, October 1981

It was a beautiful Halloween night in Godric Hollow. James Potter was sweeping the floors and washing the dishes with a flick of his wand. Lily Potter was upstairs singing sweetly to her son, Harry Potter. Lily laid him down to sleep, and suddenly there was a crash downstairs. A dark figure in a black cloak arose from the dust. "Beautiful night isn't it James?" The dark lord hissed. He pulled off his hood and smiled viciously. "Voldemort! Leave my family alone." James yelled pointing his wand at him. Voldemort smiled, "Well, I'm afraid I cannot do that James. Avada Kedavra!" James blocked it at the last second, and he shot back. They dueled until Voldemort shot James' wand out of his hand. "It's for the best James," Voldemort cackled, "Avada Kedavra!" James flew across the room from the impact and laid lifeless on the ground. Lily heard the screams and tried to block the door. She held Harry in her arms, promising to guard him with every bit of strength she has. Voldemort ascended up the stairs, the shadows creeping towards the room. He burst through the door, "Surprise!" Voldemort chuckled. Lily screamed, "Please, stay away from us. Please don't hurt him. Take me instead." Voldemort smiled grimly for what he was about to do. "I don't need to kill you, nor did I need to kill James, but he was in my way. I will remove all my obstacles, Lily Potter. I just need your son, that's all." Voldemort said. Lily cried, "Please don't hurt him. Just take me instead please!" Voldemort couldn't waste any more time, and he just shrugged, "Oh well, I gave you your chance. Avada Kedavra" Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and spelled backfired. The impact had left half of the house into pieces, and Voldemort disappeared. Snape came flying in through debris and cast a charm protecting him, Harry, and Lily from the impact. Snape apparated into the streets as the house burned and collapsed. Lily said sobbing, "Oh, Snape. T-Thank you. I-If only you were h-here sooner, m-maybe we could've s-saved... J-James." Lily hugged Snape with Harry in her arms. They watched the house fall apart in flames. James Potter was someone to mourn that night. But Harry Potter was left with a reminder of the night he will barely remember, a thin, lightning scar on his head. A day to grieve as well as a day to celebrate, The Boy Who Lived.