Harry Potter fanfiction short

I wrote this one a long time ago, please don't laugh!

It's called "I will always love you."


Disclaimer: JKR owns everything you can recognize

James woke up suddenly as he heard a creak on the stairs.
"It's probably the house," he thought. "Just settling down"
Next to him, Lily, his wife was waking up.
"Did you hear that?"
"What?" she said, half asleep.
"Never mind. I thought I heard something."
She sighed. "It's probably Harry"
Their one-year-old son, Harry, was the love of their lives. He was already sporting tufts of black hair like his father, James Potter.
"I guess I'll go check on him. I need to write a letter to Sirius. I mean, I just got the sudden instinct."
" Do you think you did the right thing, using Peter instead of him?" she asked.
"I don't know. I have this bad idea that it was the wrong thing to do."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Well I better go check on Harry."
James crossed the room and threw on his night cloak. He was barely out the door when a voice snarled, "Potter, have you got any last words?"
James turned to face the most evil wizard in the world. Lord Voldemort.
"Lily!" he screamed. "Take Harry and leave right away!"
Lily ran out of the room. She shrieked and hurriedly scooped Harry up. She turned to see her husband dead on the floor.
"Stand aside, you silly girl!"
"Never!"
Harry began to cry uncontrollably. She yelled, "Kill me instead."
She was gone.
Voldemort turned to Harry. He performed to Killing curse. But Harry had not died. Voldemort was growing weaker and weaker. He cried out softly.

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Sirius made his way to his best friends house. Peter wasn't at his house. He knew something was wrong. He revved up his flying motorcycle. He didn't care about the muggles spotting him.20 minutes later he came to Lily and James' street. He then came to what was left of their house. He saw their dead bodies and Little Harry, weeping softly in blankets. He bent down and yelled,
"Peter! What have you done?!?"
He wanted to kill, rip him apart from piece to piece, for what he had done to James and Lily. He then crouched beside Harry and wept with him.