Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (wish I did though :P)
Summary: Lily found out about the prophecy before Dumbledore told them, and fled with Harry. Voldemort still found them after six years though. But now, fourteen years after Lily left, the order finds Harry, and he must deal with new friends, a new school, AND his new found father!
Chapter one:
The Beginning
In the little town of Godric's Hallow, someone was crying. On 7722-halfmoon crescent, a woman could be heard crying. The woman in question was a beautiful woman, even with her now red and puffy eyes. She had beautiful dark red hair, which flowed down her back to halfway her arms. She had the brightest emerald eyes, to which she was she was complimented a lot. She sat on the couch, hugging her knees, and crying into them. Her husband was not home, he was at the Ministry doing reports on a battle that happened yesterday. The woman, whose name was Lily Evans, now Potter, looked over to her one-year old son, who was sleeping in his playpen in the corner. Her eyes swelled up with a fresh wave of tears.
After she had calmed down, she looked over to the clock. It now read 08:37 PM. Her husband, James, would be home at around nine, unless he had to stay in late. It was time to make her choice. She had the information, now she had to decide between hurting, perhaps breaking, yet protecting her husband and son, or put them in danger. Should she choose the latter, she could be putting more in danger that she was aware of, like Sirius and Amy, and Remus an Aeris and their children.
Her eyes got a determinating look in them. She had made her choice. Family was everything to her, and so were her friends. It was going to be tough, but this was war. All is fair in Love and War.
Wiping the remaining tears from her eyes, she got up and went upstairs. She packed what she needed most, and shrank some small furniture as well. Then she went over to her son's room and did the same. She took some money out of their reserve drawer, and packed some food as well as her son's bottle and diaper stuff. In total she now had a carry on, a backpack and her purse. She went to get her son, before her eyes fell on spare bits of parchment. She had to prevent James looking for them, no matter how much it would hurt her. She got a quill and some ink, pulling a piece of parchment over to her.
When she was finished, she looked it over. Deciding it would do, she got up and went to Harry. Picking up her son, she took one last glance at what was her home. What would always be her home. Because this is where she would be with James. Taking one last look around the room, her eyes found a picture of her and James on their wedding day. She took the photograph of the shelf and stuffed it into her bag.
She didn't dare look back again, for fear she would chicken out. She quickly and quietly slipped through the front door, thankful that Harry was still asleep. She got to the sidewalk and aparated to a place she and her family had once gone to when she was little.
Too bad she hadn't noticed the letter she had written to James had teardrops all over it.
Almost an hour later the fireplace erupted in green flames, and a man stumbled out and landed flat on his face onto the ground.
'Bloody floo.' The man thought. 'Why do I always have to fall out and onto the floor?' He got up and dusted himself off. He looked around and noticed the room was dark. "Lumos" the man whispered, and the tip of his wand lid up. 'Lily's probably already in bed. I've got to complain about Moody's workload.' Though there was something different about the room. It seemed colder, and… was there furniture missing? 'Has Lily been redecorating already? Women… Mmm, wonder if she left anything in the fridge for me?' He flicked on the light in the kitchen and got out some milk. When he sat down at the table, he noticed a piece of parchment that hadn't been there before. He picked it up and read it. When he was finished his eyes where as big as sausages, and he sat still for at least an hour. The letter read:
Dear James,
I am finding it hard to write this letter, though I don't know why. It really is fairly simple, really. I am leaving you. I don't feel we can be together like this, and I am not happy this way. There is a war going on and we cannot forget it. You are busy fighting, and barely have time for Harry. You could die any moment, and I don't think it good for Harry growing up with that insecurity. Nor is it good for me. Especially when you come home hours late without as much as a call!!
So I am leaving, as I feel this will not work out. I have taken Harry with me. There is no hope for us James, so don't go looking for us. Don't make it harder than it already is.
Love,
Lily
When James got his thoughts back in order, (or as much as one can after finding out the love of your life left you without as much as a goodbye in words, taking your son with her) he noticed a couple of subtle wrongs in her letter. She wrote it in a way saying 'I don't care much' yet she writes not to make it harder than it already is. The letter was also covered in teardrops, so it had hurt her to write it. And her reasons where all bullshit. And at the end she wrote Love Lily. Something was just not right with this, and James was going to get to the bottom of it.
Six years later the news of Lily's death, Voldemort's defeat, and Harry Potter being "The-Boy-Who-Lived" reached their ears.
Well, this is my first chappie!!
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