Voldemort stepped out of the cauldron and looked around for Lily. Realizing she wasn't there, he sighed in relief. Then he turned around.

"Potter!" he exclaimed.

"No, ya think?" was the sarcastic reply.

"James Potter?" Sure enough the Potter male in front of him was James Potter. Harry Potter didn't have hazel eyes. His were green.

"Yep. Lily? My sweet Lily-Flower, can I borrow your flame thrower?"

"Sure thing," Lily says as she throws him the flame thrower.

"Dammiiiiit!" Voldemort whined.

"Thanks!" James yelled back to Lily, before holding up the flame thrower and smiling evilly.

Lord Voldie died again