CHAPTER 18- A FIGHTENING HALLOWEEN

Whist James was driving himself insane, over the Death Eaters, Harry was blissfully unaware of the dangers that face him. He was flying around on his broomstick, knocking over vases and having a wonderful time. Lily decided to write to Sirius, and thank him for the broomstick, which was Harry's first birthday present. She knew Voldemort was close and her worry was not eased, knowing there was yet another little life growing inside her. She wrote:

Dear Padfoot,

Thank you, thank you, for Harry's birthday present! It was his favourite by far. One year old and already zooming along on a toy broomstick, he looked so pleased with himself, I'm enclosing a picture so you can see. You know it only rises about two feet off the ground, but he nearly killed the cat and he smashed a horrible vase Petunia sent me for Christmas (no complaints there). Of course, James thought it was funny, says he's going to be a great Quidditch player, but we've had to pack away all the ornaments and make sure we don't take our eyes off him when he gets going.

We had a very quiet birthday tea, just us and old Bathilda, who has always been sweet to us, and who dotes on Harry. We were so sorry you couldn't come, but the Order's got to come first, and Harry's not old enough to know it's his birthday anyway! James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell — also, Dumbledore's still got his Invisibility Cloak, so no chance of little excursions. If you could visit, it would cheer him up so much. Wormy was here last weekend, I thought he seemed down, but that was probably the news about the McKinnons; I cried all evening when I heard.

Bathilda drops in most days, she's a fascinating old thing with the most amazing stories about Dumbledore, I'm not sure he'd be pleased if he knew! I don't know how much to believe, actually, because it seems incredible that Dumbledore could ever have been friends with Gellert Grindelwald. I think her mind's going, personally!

Lots of love,

Lily xx

She sealed it in an envelope, and sent it off with an owl.

Meanwhile, Harry, was just as Lily had said, flying around the living room, enjoying his broomstick. James was chasing him around, trying to stop him from knocking everything over.

"Harry, my dear, it's getting late. We better get you up to bed." Lily called out. She couldn't shake this sickening feeling, that had just come over her.

"Mamma, plwees! Just ten more minutes?" Harry pleaded.

"Ok, Harry. "

James came out from the living room, and kissed Lily passionately.

"Oh, what was that for?" Lily asked.

"Do I need a reason to kiss my wife?" James teased playfully.

"I love you." Lily breathed.

"I love you too, Lily. With all my heart."

"James, I have this feeling. I'm not sure what it is, but it's been eating away at me all day. And I'm not sure we are safe anymore." Lily warned, as she pulled away from her husband.

"What? Lily? …" It was at this moment a large bang was heard from outside.

"Mamma?" Harry waddled toward Lily.

"Lily, you take Harry and run, I'll see who it is, and try to hold them off." James said calmly.

Lily picked up Harry, and made a dash up the stairs. She ran to Harry's room, and locked the door, knowing it wouldn't hold. She would just have to pray she could hold off the Dark Lord.

She laid Harry down in his bed, and whispered to her son.

"Harry, you are so loved. Mama loves you. Dada loves you. Harry, you are so loved. So special. So loved." She leaned over, and kissed her baby boy, on his forehead.

Voldemort crushed through the front door. James stood at the ready.

"Expelliarmus!" The black figure roared. And James' wand few out of his hands.

"Please, please. Leave us alone!" James desperately pleaded.

"Avada Kerdavera!" And with a thud, James' lifeless body, fell to the floor.

The Dark Lord made his way up the stairs and blew the door to Harry's bedroom, off its hinges. Lily jumped up and spun around.

"Move aside girl! " Voldemort growled, remembering his promise to Snape.

"No! Not Harry, Please! Kill me! Don't take Harry! He's my baby! Please…. Please…" Lily desperately wanted to save her son. Harry meant everything to her. If this figure that stood in front of her, would just kill her, and leave her poor baby alone! A single tear, fell from Lily's eyes, and she looked up at this man.

"For the last time girl! Move aside!" His voice cold and unforgiving. Harry was screaming and crying, frightened to bits over this figure.

"Mama! Mama! " he screamed.

"No! I will not move!" Lily stood defiantly.

"Avada Kerdavra!"

"HARRY…..!" She screamed, as she fell to the floor.

Harry stopped crying. The tears stopped fallingfrom is tiny green eyes.The figure turned the stick in his hand, to face the little boy. Voldemort gave a cold smile and cursed the boy.

All of a sudden, green light flooded the room. It hit Voldemort with an awful amount of force. He felt every fibre of his body being pulled in many directions. He felt pain, but elation at the same time. He disaperated on the spot. Harry felt a sharp jab on his forehead, where a scar was now forming.

Snape made his way up the stairs of the Potter's home. He raced in to the nursery and found the dead body of Lily Evans. The girl he will forever love.

A/N- So, there it is. I was crying as I wrote this, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes. I have not yet decided if I will leave it there, or add one more chapter. Please let me know what you think.

Lily xx