Author's Note: Here's the first redone chapter of "The Potion-Master's Son." I am not sure when the next update will be. Please read&review&recommend! ~Jazzy

Prologue: Lily

Lily smiled, turning away from baby Harry, whom she had just set in her crib. The crib was bright blue and decorated with tiny stars and moons. Harry grabbed a yellow blanket in one hand. She blew him a kiss, listening to his pleased giggles. "It's about dinner time. Mommy will be right back…" she whispered to Harry, before walking outside his room.

She closed his door quietly, then jogged down the stairs. They didn't have a big home, but it was big enough for her and James. Speaking of James, he sat on the loveseat, frowning.

"Honey," Lily asked "What's wrong?" I hope it's not about Voldemort… she grimly thought. Many were disappearing lately, and the war was getting worse. People were dying. The Order could only do so much.

James sighed, fiddling with the zipper on his jacket. His face bore the expression of restrained anger. "I-I've been hearing things, Lily. Awful things. I need to know if they're true." James' voice contained a stutter.

"What have you heard?" She asked. Lily walked towards the kitchen, but James rapidly stood up and blocked her way. What was going on? What had gotten into James? Oh please, let it not be another one of his episodes… James had always had anger issues. When he was at Hogwarts, it was more restrained. Controlled. Only used against Snape, her childhood friend.

"Is it true he's not my son?" He asked. He didn't shout, but Lily felt herself flinch at the poisonous words.

I have to lie. She thought. Even though it's futile. "Where would you hear that? Of course it isn't true! I love you, James! You!" The last part was true. She'd done regrettable things in her life, and she didn't want her world to fall apart because of it.

"People, Lily. People told me. There's been rumors…" His voice grew louder and louder. "Was it with him? Him? You told me it was over… and I believed you. Fool!"

"It was over! It is over-"

"No! Do you see him, Lily?" James strode over to the fireplace. He picked up a picture of Harry, gesturing at it. "Look at him. Black hair. For one thing. Where would he get that? Not from me!" James pulled at his brown locks. He dropped the picture on the ground. The glass shattered and scattered across the floor.

"James- you don't understand! It's not what you thin-"

"I know what I very well am thinking, Lily!" He shouted. "Now tell me, I need the truth." He leaned towards her face, his warm breath on her forehead. "Is he my son?"

She faltered, then hung her head. "No."

James drew back, muttering something. He walked over and grabbed a bag and his wand off the countertop. He opened the door. "James?" Lily cried "Where are you going?"

"Not here. It's clear you've made your choice. You chose him over me. Now live with your decision." The door slammed behind him.

Lily sank down in a slump, sobbing uncontrollably. James was gone. Because she had made a mistake. She had fallen in love with her best friend and his worst enemy. She deserved it. Or did she? Something told her James wasn't coming back.

Upstairs, Harry started crying. Lily ran up the stairs, glad to have a distraction. She opened his door, picking up the small child.

"Oh Harry," She whispered, cradling him in her arms. "What are we going to do?"

James was right, Harry had his father's hair. His father's face. He didn't look anything like Lily, except for the eyes. His beautiful blue-green eyes. She brushed a small black lock of hair from his face. "But don't worry, we'll be safe. We just have to go and…" She sighed, "find your real father."