It was a night like any other at Godric's Hollow; Lily was clearing the table, and James was playing with baby Harry. "James, what's that thing in the cloak outside?" Lily asked pointing to a hooded figure. "It's Him!" James yelled throwing Harry to Lily "Go upstairs! Hide!" He yelled to his wife and son. Lily reluctantly obeyed and ran upstairs with Harry, and locked the door behind her. Back downstairs, James was looking for his wand 'How could I be so stupid? I should always have my wand!' He thought to himself. The door opened and a Black figure stepped into the house. "AVADA KEDRAVA!" A white hand had held a wan and shouted the curse. James dropped like a puppet with it's strings cut. Dead. Lily whimpered upstairs, holding Harry to her chest. CRACK. The figure apperated into the room and laughed a cold high laugh. Lily screamed and put Harry in his crib and stood in front of it. "Get out of the way you stupid girl!" Lord Voldemort yelled. "Have mercy! Tale me, leave Harry, take me! Have mercy!" She yelled. " Get out of the way you silly girl!" He yelled again. Lily turned around looking into her son's eyes "You are loved, Harry. Mummy loves you, Daddy loves you" she whispers. At that moment she screamed and fell to the floor, lifeless like her husband. Harry and Voldemort sat in the room, Voldemort raised his wand ready. He shouted the curse, but felt a horrible pain. He fled. Young Harry was only left with a scar, and that night he became the boy who lived.