AN: Hey guys! This is the second story I'll be working. Not really sure where the heck the idea for it came from but…it's here and it's beautiful so I'm posting it for you guys. Let me know what you think.

TrueWinchester168

Prologue

For the first time in all their years of friendship, the Marauders were completely silent. The words of the prophecy ringing in their ears, the group sat silently in the sitting room of Malfoy Manor. Voldemort had come the night before, while they were out of the house. It was only by some miracle that the children had survived. No one was sure what had happened but he'd been destroyed by a mere child. Harry James Potter had destroyed the Dark Lord. Still, they were in great danger and everyone knew it. They stared at each other, each of them offering silent comfort to the others. None of them knew what to say, not even James Potter who always had something to say. At his side, Sirius Black was white faced and grim, the smile that normally graced his face wiped clean. Lucius Malfoy was frowning, for the first time in all his life he couldn't muster an indifferent expression. Peter Pettigrew was terrified, not for himself but for his family, the men he'd grown to love and their wives and children. Severus Snape was silent, his face was expressionless but his black eyes were wild with fear and...rage. Remus Lupin was biting his lip, searching for the words that would calm them all. There were no words. Nothing but endless expanse of fear that seemed to emanate from them all.

"We've got to do something. We can't sit here and quiver with fear. We're Marauders. We can figure this out." James said, looking at his brothers with a mixture of defiance and fear.

"He's right. You-Know-Who is after Harry now...we have to protect him. Protect them all. They're only babies. If Albus has his way, Harry will be taken from us and raised in a non-magical home. You heard him tonight."

There was no question about Lucius' words. The Dark Lord may only want Harry but he would have to go through all of them to get to him. Albus, once a trusted adviser, had suggested that they send Harry to live with Lily's sister. Bloody stupid move that would have been. Petunia Dursley hated her sister...hated magic. Harry would be tormented there. No, listening to Albus was not an option. But what would they do? Above them, speaking in quiet voices, their wives had the answer.

"We've got to leave England. You-Know-Who may have vanished this night...but we heard Albus. He'll be back. Harry is not safe here. And Albus...I fear he'll take him from us should we stay." Narcissa said, staring around at her sisters'.

"Cissa is right. I don't believe Harry killed him. Voldemort is out there somewhere...biding his time. Leaving Britain will keep us all safe. At least until the children start Hogwarts." Lily answered, smiling slightly.

"Where will we go?" Adeline, Severus' wife, asked quietly.

"We'll leave that up to the men. They're better at planning than we are. Let's go downstairs. They're most likely in the sitting room." Selene Lupin spoke, rising to her feet.

Agreeing, the other women stood and pulled their children with them. It was late and they all knew that the babies should be in bed but they couldn't leave them. And even if they hadn't been terrified to leave them in their cribs, they had been unable to separate Harry from Draco, Narcissa's boy. It was easier to carry them along. And so they'd placed the babies in bassinets and levitated them along. They got down to the Sitting Room just as the men were asking each other what they were going to do.

"We're going to leave Britain. It's our safest bet." Narcissa said, laying a hand on her husband's shoulder.

"You're a genius Cissa. Whyever didn't we think of that?" Severus asked, wrapping an arm around his own wife and daughter.

"You're better at the planning aspect of things. Which is why you're deciding where we go." Isabella Black said, grinning as her husband kissed her soundly on the lips.

"I've got a place in Ireland that's big enough to fit us all. I think...after this we ought to stick together." Lucius said, looking at the others.

"He's right. We'll pack tonight and leave first thing in the morning."

"Telling no one where we're leaving to." Sirius said, smiling a little.

"We'll leave tonight. Albus is returning in the morning and I don't want him to find us."

"All right. We'll go pack and meet down here again in...an hour."

The doorbell rang before they could so much as move and Narcissa stood up.

"I'll get that. It's probably Andromeda."

It wasn't Andromeda. It was Augusta Longbottom. In her arms, she carried Neville Longbottom, her grandson. Opening the door, Narcissa stepped aside and led her into the Sitting Room.

"What can we do for you, Augusta?" she asked.

"Alice and Frank...they're gone. Tortured into...into insanity. Lily and James were labeled as Godparents...and I...I need to know if they'll take little Neville. I can't raise him, you see."

Lily gasped, tears filling her brilliant green eyes. As she started to cry, James wrapped an arm around her and spoke.

"Of course we will. But Augusta...we're leaving Britain. Taking the babies somewhere safe. We won't be back until the children go to Hogwarts."

The old woman smiled. "That's all right. He'll be safer with you."

"Then we'll be proud to take him."

And take him they did. All the way to the Malfoy place in Ireland which, as it turned out, was a castle. They lived there for the next ten years with the children. They were years of laughter and happiness and pranks and the Marauder Family - for they were a family - were very happy with how things had turned out. On July 31 exactly 10 years after the night they'd left, the Hogwarts letters arrived and with them came a new life.