Halloween

Lily lifted Harry off the ground lightly, resting him on her hip.

"Let's get your costume on!"

Harry giggled in her ear, playing with a strand of her hair as she walked him up and into his room. She grabbed the little pumpkin costume she had picked out for him. Harry shrieked at her, shaking his head. His little green eyes narrowed and he set his little lips into a pout.

"Come on Harry, put it on."

After minutes of struggling, Harry was finally in the costume.

"James!" Lily called down the hall. "Look at Harry!"

James came into the room, rubbing his glasses. He took one look at Harry and burst out laughing.

"Don't laugh!"

"Lily, why did you put this outfit on our son?"

"It seemed logical. It is Halloween and all."

"I don't think he likes it."

"Of course he likes it!"Lily said stubbornly.

HaHJames rubbed his hair back and forth, and then bent down to pick up his son. "What do you think Harry? Do you like it?"

"No!" Harry scrunched up his face and tugged at the little stem hat. It fell onto the floor and rolled under the crib.

"Alright, alright." Lily said, and lifted Harry out of James's arms. "I'll change you into some pajamas."

James walked downstairs again while Lily changed Harry into little blue footie pajamas. She set him down in his crib while she put away his pumpkin costume, maybe to force him into it again later and get a picture. Harry crawled over to his teddy and grabbed it, rocking back and forth, watching his mommy.

"Let's go see daddy." Lily cooed, taking him and the bear out of the crib. They walked down the stairs together, with Harry bouncing his bear the whole time. James was in the living room, reading the latest Prophet.

"What's the news today?" Lily asked, sitting next to him.

"Voldemort, Voldemort, Barty Crouch stirring up shit…" James trailed off, reading the news more.

"James! Baby in the room!" Lily said, covering Harry's ears. Harry looked up from the bear at his father questioningly.

"Oh Lily, he doesn't care." James said, lifting him up, and Lily walked into the kitchen.

"James! Do you want some pumpkin juice?" She called, opening the fridge.

"No thanks, Lil." He called back. "You want to see something fun Harry?"

"Ya!" Harry squealed, clapping his hands. James lifted up his wand and started to shoot colored clouds of smoke out of it. Harry giggled happily and tried to catch them in his little fist, only to have them disappear. He frowned, and waited for James to make more.

"You silly boy."

Lily then walked back into the room, her red hair falling around her face.

"Guess whose bedtime it is?" She sang, tucking her hair back behind her ear.

"Aw, already?" James said jokingly, forcing a mock pout.

"Not you, James!" She laughed. "Give me Harry."

James scooped him up, Harry's black hair falling back a bit. "He looks just like you." Lily said, tickling the baby.

"He has your eyes." James said, giving her a peck on the cheek as she walked out of the room. He flopped back onto the sofa, yawning and throwing his wand onto the table. Lily walked up the stairs, singing a soft lullaby to Harry. The house was peaceful.

Bang!

The door crashed open, knocking out one of the lights. James sprinted into the hall, and saw the hooded white man. His eyes widened in shock. Peter, that bloody bastard!

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"

James glared at Voldemort, who simply sneered back. James stuck his hand into his back pocket, ready to attack-

Oh no.

His wand was still lying on the coffee table.

Voldemort laughed, a sickly, high pitched, inhuman sound.

"Not so tough now, Potter." He said, no higher than a murmur.

Upstairs, Lily ran towards Harry's room. She heard a laugh, turned, and then-

"Avada Kedavra."

Voldemort could have just been saying 'Accio' for he said these words so calmly. They had no meaning to him. An eerie green light filled the hall, and Lily saw James fall back, his glasses flying off, and he hit the wall. There was a sickly crunch, and then it was quiet.

"James!" Lily screamed, unable to contain it. The cold white face glared up at her, and she ran into Harry's room. She slammed the door, holding back sobs, and began barricading it. Harry's rocking chair, his toy chest, anything.

"Dada?" He asked, looking up at her. His eyes asked: is he coming back up to play?

Lily just hugged him, pressing him close to her chest. But the moment didn't last very long.

Voldemort forced the door open with his wand, and the objects barricading it flew into the wall, leaving a giant hole. Lily screamed, dropping Harry in his crib. He crawled over to his bear and started chewing on the ear happily, just thinking it was daddy under that cloak, making pretty lights.

Lily guarded the crib, throwing her arms around it. "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl, stand aside now." Voldemort said, unfazed by her pleading.

"Not Harry, please no, take me instead, kill me-"

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"

Lily had to think fast. James was dead. Her son was on that path, and so was she. She whipped around, grabbing Harry and the bear.

What do I do?

It was close. It was split second thinking.

"Avada-"

Lily concentrated, as hard as she could.

"Kedav-"

Pop.

Lily and Harry were gone, just as green light filled the room. Screams of outrage filled the night, as Harry and Lily began a journey into the unknown.

AN: Okay, hello there lovely person. Thank you for reading this, I nearly cried while writing it, it was horrible to think of. But, you know, Lily's alive?
Please review, I want to finish this story, I think it will get really good. Any ideas? Tell me. I love you!