At the conclusion of his 6th year at Hogwarts, James Potter noticed a large piece of parchment plastered on the corkboard of the Gryffindor common room.

MUGGLEBORN SAFEHOUSES NEEDED, it read, DO YOU HAVE ROOM TO SPARE? SIGN UP TODAY AND OFFER A SAFE PLACE FOR AN AT RISK WITCH OR WIZARD. CONTRIBUTE TO THE CAUSE AGAINST YOU-KNOW-WHO.

Reading anything related to You-Know-Who tended to spark a fire within the 17 year old wizard, who immediately scribbled a note on his hand reminding him to bring up the topic to his parents when he returned to Potter Manor later that day.

Whilst packing away several of the Gryffindor ties strung around his dormitory and disposing of several empty Chocolate Frog wrappers, James mulled over who else he knew that was able to help.

Asking Sirius' family was straight-up laughable, not to mention useless as he mostly lived at James' anyway when they weren't at Hogwarts. With a slight feeling of dread James remembered that Sirius was in fact spending the majority of these holidays with his distant uncle of sorts. He lived in Germany and shared a mutual dislike of the Black's blood purity craziness that had infiltrated so many of the minds of Sirius' relatives, and it was in fact James who urged his best mate to take advantage of this and spend some time with a level headed family member for once.

Great. James thought to himself. These holidays are going to be properly dull. Maybe I can rope Moony in to staying at mine for more than one night. I swear the bloke reckons he might turn in to a wolf if he has more than one dose of mum's corned beef. Remus was definitely out of the question as despite the fact that he is the nicest bloke probably in the history of forever, it isn't likely that residence with a werewolf would be considered a 'safehouse' in the eyes of the Ministry. Peter on the other hand could definitely help out, he's got a spare room that the guys use when they all stay over. James scribbled another note to owl Wormtail about it when he got the chance, as Peter had left the day before to attend his cousin's Wedding.

James felt another flare of excitement. He was helping out! He was going to assist in the fight against Voldemort! He had been itching to do something since the bastard Death Eaters had imperiused a sweet curly haired third year to poison her own family during the Christmas holidays the previous year. It made him livid. She had not returned to school when the holidays finished, rumours had it she had turned mad with guilt and now resided in long term care at St. Mungo's. No matter how small the task was, James was glad to help out wherever he can and however he can whilst he was still in school. The Auror academy could not come soon enough.

Satisfied with his amateur packing skills, James said his final goodbyes to the sixth year dormitory and shuffled his trunk downstairs with the pile of other Gryffindor's luggage who'd already gone down to breakfast. He knew Padfoot and Moony would be down there, enjoying the waffles they so often worshipped whilst chastising James for his regular and apparently dull choice of toast and marmalade.

Glancing around, James hoped to catch a glimpse of dark red hair, but the common room seemed to be filled with mopey seventh years hugging and weeping over how much they'll miss this place/eachother/the food. Despite wanting to join the war effort as soon as humanely possible, James couldn't help but sympathise. This castle was like a second home; he couldn't believe he only had a year left. Sighing heavily, James sauntered through the portrait hole to retrieve his owl. He didn't see Lily on the train either.

"James, love, is it really a good idea? I'm out on missions more often than not these days. It'll mostly just be you, them and Shelly all holiday break." Angora Potter spoke to her son as she shuffled out of her long Navy senior Auror robes.

"Exactly mum! If they don't come it'll just be me and Shelly, and conversations with a house elf can only be so interesting. Plus, it's the right thing to do. I know loads of muggleborns at school mum, and I can't live with myself if I know they're sitting at home terrified they're going to have their door blown down." James whined, his eyes boring in to his mothers. She was more likely to say yes to him when he was giving her the eyes. They looked so much like his fathers had. Combined with a slight pout, she was putty in her son's hands.

"Fiiiine. We'll send the application off in the morning. You better brush up on your defensive spells though, James. This isn't just like having a mate over for the holidays. These people need protection." James nodded his agreement enthusiastically and plonked himself on the kitchen table, gesturing to a number of DADA books he had previously put there, apparently having the same idea as his mother.

Angora smiled and kissed her son's forehead before retreating up the stairs to join her husband who had ungracefully collapsed in to bed the moment they returned. James opened Unusual Spells to Combat Dark Forces, adjusted his glasses, and got to work.

Lily's eyes stung. She hated crying. It was just so wet and messy and noisy, but right now she couldn't help it. Late during the night before the last day of sixth year, Professor McGonagall pulled Lily out of her dormitory to tearfully tell her that her parents had died in a horrific car accident just hours previously.

McGonagall had hugged her, handed her several handkerchiefs and assured her that they'd set up a direct Floo network between the fireplace in her office and Lily's own house. Lily complied, staggering zombie-like into the fireplace. She couldn't believe it. She was supposed to see them the very next day. Her dad was supposed to pick her up from Kings Cross with his ridiculous moustache and gigantic hugs that made her forget the impending doom that was facing her in the Wizarding world. He would make up some ridiculous excuse as to why Petunia hadn't come; the latest being that Vernon had accidentally sat on her, passing off his fiancée's screams rippling through his giant buttocks as some sort of horrific stomach issue.

Lily giggled at the memory, earning an exasperated look from Petunia on the couch opposite in their living room. Her eyes too were red-rimmed. Lily swallowed her laugh immediately and felt the leaden feeling of dread fill her once more. She was an orphan. The policeman cleared his throat.

"There wasn't any foul play involved, girls. It was the weather. Hard to see when it's raining like this, they lost control and… yeah. You've seen the car. I'll need one of you to come down to the hospital to confirm the, um..." He drifted off. "You have to be over 18 though." The officer glanced at Lily.

"I'll do it then." Petunia stood, her pointy elbows shook at her side. "My um, fiancé will be here any second. He can come?" The officer grunted and they made their way outside. They were gone a solid 6 minutes before Lily registered she was alone. Her lip trembled as she fought back the overwhelming urge to sob. She knew that when she started she would not be able to stop.

She stood up. She walked around. She sat down. Everything felt wrong. She'd just finished in the shower when there was a loud cracking noise outside that made her jump. Towel wrapped in her hair and clad in a pair of old flannelette pyjamas, Lily returned to the living room to find an elderly wizard with a long white beard perched on her couch. She noted on the way past that the clock on the wall read 2:56am.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Lily gasped, suddenly self-conscious about her appearance.

"Miss Evans. I'm so sorry to hear of your loss." Dumbledore rose and gestured to the couch. He waited for her to sit before continuing. "I'm here to drop off your belongings, Miss Evans. And of course to offer my condolences. It is an unimaginable horror to lose loved ones. But, it is the price we pay for love, is it not?"

Lily looked at him warily. This was such an unusual situation. With a shaky breath she answered, "I suppose."

"I am here also, to discuss your living arrangements. I understand you have enough on your shoulders at this moment Miss Evans, but these are dark times." Lily noted Dumbledore's eyes harden. "I presume now, with what has happened, your residency for the holidays will be quite solitary. Your sister has moved in with her fiancé, has she not?" Lily wasn't even surprised that he knew this. She nodded. "It would not be wise in current times to remain here alone, I'm afraid. Is there a possibility of you staying with a friend? Perhaps Miss Tinker?" Lily's thoughts turned to her best friend Sally. With 5 younger brothers, Sally's residence was already quite crowded. Lily shook her head. "She already has so many people living there. I wouldn't want to be a burden." Dumbledore nodded in understanding.

"I thought you might say that. Which is why I strongly suggest partaking in this new program." He reached inside his emerald green cloak briefly and pulled out a piece of parchment. Her eyes scanned the page.

"The Muggleborn Safehouse Program?"

A/N: Hello everyone! I know there is another story with similar idea, but I haven't actually read that one and I've been toying with this idea for a while so I thought I'd have a crack at it. The next chapter will be Lily and James-centric and will be up in a couple of days, so follow if you don't want to miss it!