Author's Note: I do not own any of the Harry Potter books or its characters of even the first paragraph. That comes from J.K. Rowling's Order of the Phoenix. Obviously the Prophecy plays a big part of this story, because that used to be the name of this story. So for those of you who don't exactly remember what it says, I put it there for reference.

Second A/N: Edited 9/19/07

The Prophecy:

'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…'
- Order of the Phoenix, chapter 37, The Lost Prophecy

James stood over her grave, the tears openly pouring down his face. How could this have happened to him? Why him? What had he done to deserve such a fate? As James knelt down beside the freshly dug earth, he put his hands in his face and whispered, "I'll never forget. Never. I'm sorry. And I love you. I always will love you. Nothing, nothing will ever change that. Not even death. Especially death. Remember that, please. I love you."

He stared down at the stone, half- expecting her to jump out from behind it. But she didn't. And in the back of her mind, he knew that she never would.

Watching James from a distance away, stood Frank Longbottom. Seeing James like this, Frank felt the world crashing down on him. Because he understood how James felt. You see; he, Frank Longbottom, had a secret. Now it would be one that he could never tell.
Dumbledore sat in his office, feeling much older than he should. He thought of an interview he had had just a few weeks ago with a young woman by the name of Sybil Trelawney. And he had received more than just another member of his staff. He had received much, much more than he had bargained for. But Dumbledore couldn't help but feel responsible, he should have protected them, he should have saved them, but now it was too late. And it was all his fault.
The Dark Lord stood before his followers, looking dismayed and pleased at the same time. Dismayed, because it was predicted that one would be able to destroy him. Pleased, because he thought that he had eliminated that little problem. It was so easy. Just one girl, one simple spell, and then there was nothing to worry about. But in the back of his mind, Voldemort had this nagging feeling, like there was something he had overlooked. He ignored this feeling though, because he was the Dark Lord, there was nothing that could get past him.
Lily was sitting on her couch, motionless. She couldn't believe it. Alice, her best friend, dead. She sitll could not grasp it. Lily had known it could happen. Alice had known it could happen. Everyone in the Order knew it would happen. But Lily still could not grasp it. She gasped; she couldn't even imagine how James was feeling right now. He and Alice were serious. Real serious. So serious, that the very last time Lily saw Alice, she was wearing a ring on her left finger. Lily didn't get a chance to ask her about it though, because as soon as Alice noticed that people were staring, she removed it. At first she wondered why, now, Lily realized that it didn't matter.
Everything had changed.
Author's note: What do you think? Review and let me know. I know its a little short, but I always start my stories with a little short prolouge. The other chapters will be longer. And don't worry, from here on out, there is no Alice/James. Trust me. I love Neville too much to get rid of Frank/Alice and Lily/James. I repeat NO MORE ALICE/JAMES!