Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

"Come on, Harry, open up for the train. Choo-choo," I said, bringing a spoon up to my son's mouth.

"Choo-choo!" He laughed. I put the spoon in his mouth and watched him swallow.

"That's it, Harry, choo-choo!" My husband, James, watched me amusedly, picking at his own dinner. He had messy black hair, and hazel eyes behind black-framed glasses. I had long red hair and emerald eyes which I hadn't ever seen on anybody else except my mother, and now, Harry. He had inherited his father's untamable hair and my eyes. Harry had been named after his grandfather, Harold A. Potter. He had died back when we were still at Hogwarts, as had James' mother and my parents. The only people left from my side of the family were my sister, Petunia Dursley (formerly Evans), her husband, Vernon Dursley, and their son, Dudley Dursley. Where they came up with that name, I can't say. All three of them are horrible; Petunia and Vernon hate magic and anything to do with it, which includes James, Harry, and I. There is nobody left from James' family, unless you count Sirius Black who is like a brother to him.

I remember when I first met James and Sirius. It was when I was eleven, on the scarlet train called the Hogwarts Express. I was searching for a compartment and everything was full, so I asked them if I could share with them and they had let me. We had great fun playing all sorts of magical games and they explained all about Hogwarts and the Wizarding World to me. We became friends.

We remained friends all through first year, but in third year James asked me out. I turned him down because I thought he would play me like a bunch of other girls. After that it had become awkward whenever I would be near him. Our little group (which now contained Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew) split apart, but luckily I had a group of girls I made fast friends with.

In fourth year, James asked me out again. I said no, like the last time. But now he was asking me out all the time. I would always say no to him. Over the summer he had turned arrogant and self-centered, in my eyes at least. He would always ruffle his hair to look cool, and he would play with a Snitch (he had made Seeker on the Gryffindor Team). Everyone would think he was awesome, and he was always surrounded by girls, but it just disgusted me. He, Sirius, Remus, and Peter were the most popular kids in the school. They were called the Marauders. James and Sirius were the leaders.

I was considered the cleverest witch in my year. I was the top in every class, except Potions (which Severus Snape beat me at) and Transfiguration (which the Marauders beat me at). Being the smartest witch of my age was most likely the reason I figured out Remus' secret. I often wondered how it had happened to him but, after I told him I knew, I never wanted to bring it up again. To this day, I remember our conversation.

Flashback…

"Remus," I said, cornering him. It was two days after the full moon, and he was walking to Charms. I had noticed scratches on his face.

"Yeah?" he asked. He and I were friends.

"I – I need to talk to you."

"About what?"

"Where you go every full moon." He paled. "I know, Remus. You don't have to pretend around me. Don't worry, I'll still be friends with you and I promise I won't tell anyone." But he still seemed reluctant to admit it.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. "My mother is sick. Once a month, Dumbledore lets me visit her."

"So she's been sick for four years? And, if she has, how come you only visit her most months? There're times when you are here all month. And another thing, you only visit her on full moons. How come?" I could see him desperately searching for an answer. Finally he sighed.

"All right, fine. You're right. I am a werewolf," he whispered.

End flashback…

From that day on, we grew closer. I knew that James, Sirius, and Peter knew about Remus being a werewolf too. Remus told me. He even said they were doing something to help him with it, but he couldn't say what. It wasn't until James and I got married that I found out about it.

Our fifth year was much like the fourth, but I found that Sirius, James, and Peter would start disappearing at the same time as Remus did. I was worried they were doing something stupid and would get hurt.

One night I was walking on the grounds, even though it was the full moon. Remus told me he went to the Shrieking Shack to transform, so I wasn't worried. Until I heard a growling behind me. When I turned around, there was a wolf standing behind me, and I could tell it was a werewolf. I knew that if I ran it would catch me, so my best bet was to stay still. But then it started advancing and I had no choice but to run. I heard it start chasing me and thought I had no chance…except suddenly I heard hooves and barking and a yelp. When I looked back around a beautiful white stag and a big black dog were trying to get the wolf away from me. It was the strangest thing I had ever seen. I saw the wolf cut scratches into the stag's side and across the dog's face. I wanted to help but I couldn't so I ran away.

The next day at dinner, a scratch started to appear on Sirius' face. Apparently, he had used a charm to cover it up but it stopped working. The scratch was identical to the dog's. And when James pulled off his sweater in the common room, his shirt came up and I saw a large gash on his side. It was identical to the stag's. That's when I started suspecting something. I confronted Remus about it.

Flashback…

"Remus!" I called. He turned around.

"What?"

"I need to talk to you! Last night I was walking on the grounds, and I saw you behind me. No, don't worry, you didn't hurt me," I said, seeing the look on his face. "But a stag and a dog tried to keep you away from me and you scratched the dog across the face and the stag on its side. Tonight I saw a scratch identical to the dog's on Sirius' face and one the same as the stag's on James' side. What's going on?"

"Nothing. It must be a coincidence. Maybe they got in a fight or something," Remus said quickly. Before I had a chance to reply, he hurried off.

End flashback…

I had forgotten about it after a while.

In sixth year James kept trying to ask me out, but I would always say no. It had gotten to the point that, if I saw him coming up to me, I would automatically say no, even if he didn't say anything.

In seventh year, I was made Head Girl. When I walked into the Heads' Compartment on the train, I got the biggest shock of my life. James was sitting there. I thought he was substituting for Remus for some reason until Dumbledore announced the new Heads. Around Christmas time, we had a ball. There was a singing contest and when the winners were announced, James didn't say "Oh, it's obviously going to be us. I mean, with me singing, how could it not be?" or something, like he would have usually done. Instead he accepted his prize (they won) like anyone else would. That's when I noticed he hadn't asked me out all year. Until the Christmas ball, when I decided to give him a chance, as he had changed very much. James and I were together for the rest of the year, and it was the best year at Hogwarts I'd had, even though I was sad to leave.

Then we had some silly argument; I can't even remember why. We broke up and went our separate ways. James became the Seeker for the England Quidditch Team and I was a Healer at St. Mungo's, the wizarding hospital. We both had had Auror training, as backup. My friends took me to a game once, three years after we left Hogwarts. I had forgotten James was on the team and was fascinated at how well the Seeker was flying. I couldn't recognize him; he had gotten stronger, his hair was still messy, but not as much and he was a little taller. I don't know why I didn't recognize him.

After the game we joined the line of people (mostly women) hoping for an autograph from the Seeker. He didn't even look up as I approached.

Flashback…

As I walked away from him, I looked at the signature. I could barely read it, but I could make out the words.

"James Potter?" I shouted. Luckily, we were far enough away by then for him not to hear me. I couldn't face him yet.

In a week, I was at the hospital when a man was brought in on a stretcher. He was wearing Quidditch robes and his head and right arm were bandaged. I recognized him this time. It was an unconscious James. Apparently, the Beater from the other team had hit a Bludger right when James caught the Snitch. The Bludger broke his arm and broom. He had fallen off the half of his broom that was left and landed on his head. He had a severe concussion and was lucky he hadn't broken his neck. He was in a coma for a couple of weeks. When he woke up, I could tell he didn't recognize me either because his eyes widened when he saw my name tag, not my face.

"Lily Evans?" I nodded.

"You've suffered a really bad concussion, Mr. Potter. Lie still while I fix it." After I had done so, he propped himself up on his elbows (his arm had been mended). We talked for a while and soon he was ready to leave.

Once he had changed into normal clothes, he turned back to me.

"Lily?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to have dinner tonight? You know, to catch up?"

End Flashback…

Six months later, we were married. I became Lily Potter, instead of Lily Evans. Nine months after that, we were blessed with Harry. We were perfectly happy, until Dumbledore called us to Hogwarts, for a meeting of the Order of Phoenix. It is an organization to defeat Voldemort. James and I were able to join, having had Auror training. Dumbledore told us about a prophecy. It stated that Harry was either to kill Voldemort…or be killed by him. We were hardly consoled by the fact that it could be Neville Longbottom, son of Frank and Alice Longbottom, fellow Order members. He was born on the same day as Harry, and his parents, like James and I, had defied Voldemort three times.

We had to choose a Secret-Keeper. After much debating (James wanted Sirius and I wanted my best friend, Alicia) we decided Peter would be the Secret-Keeper. He was the least obvious choice and we trusted him.

I reflected upon this as I picked up the now empty can of baby food and threw it away. I wiped Harry's mouth and gave him his bottle. He drank it all and was almost falling asleep right in his high chair. I was carrying the bottle to the sink when I heard a strange noise at the door. Suddenly I heard it blast open. I looked at James. He looked terrified. He stood up and opened the kitchen door a crack. Suddenly he grew pale.

I heard footsteps advancing towards the kitchen.

"Come out, come out," said a chilling voice. I knew who it was. "Bring little Harry out, and your lives shall be spared."

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-" James yelled. I shook my head.

"I can't!"

"Do it! Do it for Harry!" For a split second I hesitated, but then nodded. With tear-filled eyes, I picked up Harry and gave James a kiss. I knew I'd never see him again. I stumbled up the stairs and heard the door to the kitchen blast open too.

"Mr. Potter," said Voldemort. "Stand aside."

"No! You won't hurt Lily or Harry. I won't let you!" I heard James send a curse at Voldemort, but I knew it didn't work. Voldemort laughed.

"It's too bad you're so stubborn. On the one hand, it got you your wife. But it also lost you your life. Goodbye, Mr. Potter. Avada Kedavra!"

"No!" shouted James. I heard the sound of glass shattering and knew he had dodged the curse. With hope in my heart, I stood on the landing. Voldemort growled.

"Crucio!" he said. I heard James scream. I wanted to help him but I couldn't leave Harry. Finally, the screaming stopped. I could hear James breathing heavily.

"Crucio!" he shouted in turn. Nothing happened.

"I must admit, you put up a good fight, Mr. Potter," said Voldemort. "However, as much as I'd love to stay here and duel properly, I really have no more time to waste. Avada Kedavra." This time I heard a soft thump. Tears were starting to pour from my eyes, but I heard footsteps on the stairs.

I ran into the nursery and tried to Disapparate, but there was some sort of spell on the house that wouldn't let me. Voldemort was getting nearer. I saw the door handle turning. The door opened and Voldemort stepped inside. He was in a long black cloak and his face had a malicious smile on it. His red and cruel eyes were gleaming. "Mrs. Potter. Please, move aside." I was standing in front of the crib Harry was lying in.

"No! Not Harry! Not Harry! Please – I'll do anything -"

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"

"No! I'll never let you have him!"

"You are stubborn as well. Do you want to end up like your husband? Like this?" he waved his wand. An image appeared in the air. It was James. He was lying on the floor, his glasses askew and his eyes opened wide.

I started crying again. Harry was wailing.

"Now, let me have him!"

"No! No matter what you do or say, I will not let you kill my son!" Voldemort's eyes were angry. I knew what was coming next.

"Avada Kedavra!" he shouted. The last sound I heard was my son's crying as his killer advanced on him. Then everything was black, and I knew no more.

Please review and tell me if you liked it! I really want to know what people think. This was originally a one-shot but I decided to continue it. I have the first five chapters written already.