Lily glanced again at her husband before retreating back into her mind, muttering to herself. A big boost of energy brought she and Voldemort out of their musings. The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes and cast a quick "diffindo’ to slit her throat. It looked like she had accepted what happened, for she sighed and just closed her eyes, waiting for death. It unnerved Harry slightly, he didn’t think that it was his mother’s fault that she was an abuser. It seemed like she tried to fight what made her do it. There was a loud bang and Tom whirled around, putting has hand behind his back, in a protective stance in front of Harry. After hesitating slightly, he went up and picked Harry’s light body and clutched him tightly against his chest, moving his body slightly to partly cover his soulmate. His eyes were staring at the door, wand in hand. He didn't have time to leave. He would have to fight his way out of this one.