"But that poor little boy..." sighed Minerva sadly. Harry Potter had been only a year old, and despite being a child of prophecy, despite all the experimental shields Lily had put on him, it would seem he had died as easily as any other helpless child. Albus had checked all three wands left at the scene, and gotten a fairly clear picture of what had happened. James" indicated a protracted duel, and Lily's had cast a veritable battery of protective charms, including some they hadn't yet tested properly, or at all. She must have been desperate. And she had reason; Voldemort's wand's last three spells had been three Killing Curses, in quick succession. Lily had been protecting Harry until she died, not defending herself. Neither of the Potters would have been foolish enough to stick around and fight if both Harry and their partner were dead; and either of them was quick enough on their feet to get across the wardlines and Disapparate, if that had been the case.