James Potter
James died next, on Halloween night of 1981. He had a little more time, enough time to get married, enough time to have a son, enough time to see his son's first birthday. But even still, he was just 21 when he died.
James shouldn't have died, James was one of the best fighters they had, him and Lily had already personally defeated Voldemort himself three times.
James should have seen the end of the war, he should have been a father, he would have been a great father. That was all he had ever wanted in life, a family.
James was just so ALIVE, if any of them were to make a bet on who would make it out of the war, their bet would have been on James and Lily potter.
But James was caught off guard that night. Because if James Fleamont Potter had a fault, it was his tendency to trust his friends completely blindly. James never ever would have anticipated Peter betraying them, he would have been offended if anyone had suggested it.
But that's what happened, and when Voldemort broke down their door on halloween night, James didn't even have his wand.
He never stood a chance, but he tried, he did, he died believing that Lily, his Lily, the only girl he had ever, ever wanted, the girl he had had his heart set on since they were 11 years old, and their beautiful son, had survived.
It was quick, in the end, a flash of green light, and James Fleamont Potter, who had been so full of life, was gone
James knew the second that door opened what had happened, he knew that he would die, but it was worth it, if his wife and son made it out. They would always be worth it.
But it didn’t matter, they’ll all die in the end.