Prolog
This is the rewrite for The Lost Son, some of the material is the same as the original. There will be name changes as well as complete personality changes. Updates may take a while as I am still trying to figure out some of the things that are needed for my story to go the way I want.
Warning: This is a slash story, if you have a problem with it don't read it and don't throw a fit about it. There will be PDA.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any songs that may be used in this story.
James and Lily Potter were playing with their one year old son in the living room when they heard a strange noise coming from outside.
"What was that?" Lily asked as James got up to look out the window. Suddenly the front door was blown open. As James ran for the hallway he shouted, "Lily take Harry and run! It's him!"
"What about you?" she cried as she picked up her, very confused, beloved son.
"Don't worry about me! Just save the baby and yourself! I'll hold him off as long as I can!" Lily ran past him and up the stairs with Harry in her arms to his room. Once there she put him in his crib and waited for the inevitable for she knew they could never run fast or far enough to get away from the man that was downstairs. She heard the thump of James body as it hit the floor. Suddenly the door to the nursery was thrown open.
"Move aside you stupid girl!" The Dark Lord orderd.
"NO! Take me instead, Please spare my son!" She begged and before she had a chance to pled with him some more she was thrown to the floor and knocked unconscious. The Dark Lord, with his murderous red eyes, turned to the baby. He raised his wan and said "Avada Kedavra" only to have it rebound at him.
An hour later a muggle couple were walking by the house when they heard the cries of a baby. The rushed up the steps and into the house. They found a man in the front hall, they assumed he was dead and run up the stairs following the cries. When they got to the nursery they saw a women lying on the ground, much like the man downstairs, in front of a crib. They walked over and peered into the crib. Inside they found a baby boy, face red, and crying. They picked him up and he started to clam down almost immediately.
"Oh Connor, what happened here? Who would do such a thing?" The woman asked as she rocked the baby to clam him further.
"I don't know Maggie I just don't know. We can't leave him here that's for certain." They moved around the room and picked up things he would need until they got home. As they were finishing up Maggie walked over to the woman and rested her hand on hers. "Don't worry, I'll take care of him for you."
They left the house in a hurry, worried that whoever killed the poor boys parents would come back. As they hurried down the street they never saw the man wake up.
James woke up and rubbed his head wondering what had happened. He suddenly remembered and run up the stairs to the nursery and found lily in front of Harrys crib just waking up. He helped her to her feet and they both looked into the crib hopping their son was just sleeping. Lily gave a sharp shriek when they saw that Harry wasn't in the crib.
That brings our story to fifteen years later…