James Potter sat down on the sofa with that day's Daily Prophet. In the distance, he could hear his son Harry softly crying as him wife, Lily, changed him. Everybody said that Harry was the spitting image of James as a boy, only that instead of James' deep blue eyes, he had Lily's sparkling green ones.

The time was half-past seven. James' friend, Sirius Black, was to call around at eight o'clock with something important. That gave James plenty of time to read the Prophet, if there was anything good in it. Of course, there would be deaths. There were deaths every day. Lord Voldemort had been killing more and more people, Muggles and wizards alike. Sure, he was after the Potters. They knew that. Therefore, they had performed the Fidelius Charm. Sirius was their Secret-Keeper. As long as Sirius didn't go up to Voldemort and say where they were, he'd never find them. They trusted Sirius very much.

Ding-Dong, went the doorbell. James answered it, to find Sirius standing in the doorway. He was fifteen minutes early, which surprised James very much so, as Sirius was usually late for things. When they were in Hogwarts, Sirius had always been late for classes, much to the annoyance of the professors. But here he was, fifteen minutes early for something. It must have been the first time he was ever early for anything.

"Hello Sirius!" James said. "Come in, it's freezing outside."

"Hi. Listen, I have something important to tell you. You should probably get Lily."

"Okay. LILY! SIRIUS IS HERE, AND HE WANTS YOU!" James shouted into the kitchen where Lily was having a cup of tea.

"You couldn't have just walked into the kitchen and said that normally, could you?" she asked.

"Nope. So, why exactly are you here, Sirius?"

"Well, you see...I...I think...I was thinking that maybe...ugh, I can't say it. Right," he said, taking a deep breath, "I was thinking that maybe it would be wise if you changed Secret-Keepers. I keep being asked where you are, and I'm afraid that I might crack one day, stupidly, and, well, I couldn'tlet that happen. I know that I'm usually trustworthy, and that I really shouldn't tell, but I don't mean it in a way that I'll get scared and tell to save myself, no, I'd never do that. I'm afraid that I'll get tricked. What if they had Veritiserum? I think I'd be able to tell then...I don't know, I wasn't paying attention when you explained it."

"Oh. Well, who do we trust more than you? Who do you have in mind?" Lily asked.

"I was thinking. How about Peter? He's low-profile, he doesn't know any Death Eaters, he's not an obvious choice, wheras I think the Death Eaters suspected you were under the Fidelius Charm, and your best friend is the kind of obvious one to know. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"Yes. It makes perfect sense," James said.

"And do you think it's a good idea?"

"Actually, yes. Nobody would suspect Peter."

"Right. So should we remove the charm?"

"Yeah, OK. Fundormus!" he said, waving his arm in a complicated way. A burst of blue light came out of Sirius, and seemed to disappear into James' wand.

"OK. I'm going to find Peter. Be back soon," James said, pulling his coat on, and stepping outside. The evening was cold and bitter, and he shivered as he walked the long streets of Godric's Hollow. Luckily, Peter didn't live far from there. His footsteps echoed in the silence of the evening, and there was a strong breeze by the time he reached Peter's house.

"Yes?" he said when James knocked on the door. "James, what are you doing here?"

"Sirius has just been around. He thinks that I should change Secret-Keepers."

"Why are you telling me? You don't want me to be your Secret-Keeper, so you?" Peter said, with a mixture of delight, and what seemed to be a little panic on his face.

"Well, yes. We thought that because you don't know any Death Eaters, you'd be a good choice."

"But-"

"Hold on, let me perform the charm," James said raising his wand.

"No, you-"

"Fundormin!" he said, not hearing Peter. There was another burst of blue light, this one coming from James' wand, and circling Peter for a second before going into him. "There. You are now our Secret-Keeper. As long as you don't tell anyone where we are, they won't know. Bye!"

"No, James! You don't see!" Peter shouted, but James had already closed the door.

As he walked home, the breeze got gentler, but it was still very cold, so he quickened his footsteps a little until he reached home.

"I'm home. Is Sirius still here?" he called when he got in.

"No, he left a few minutes ago. Did you do it?"

"Yup. I'm tired. I think I'll go up to bed," James said.

"OK. I was just about to put Harry up. Or do you want to do it?"

"Sure!" he said, taking Harry in his arms and bringing him up to his cot. He looked so cute, his eyes were closed, he was breathing gently, his hair was a mess over his head. Now I know why people think he's like me, James thought, leaving him in his cot and pulling his little blanket over him. He'd just turned one, and was the cutest thing James had ever seen. He even had glasses like those that James had, black round ones.

After he'd put Harry to bed, he changed into his pyjamas and climbed into his own.
He was soon asleep, and dreaming of playing Quidditch against a very good troop of monkeys...

He woke the next morning at ten o'clock. Lily was awake, and so was Harry.

"Morning," he said to Lily as he got his usual breakfast, a few slices of toast and a cup of tea.

"Morning. Sleep OK?"

"Yeah, it was fine. I'd better go out later, you know, it's Halloween, and we don't have many sweets for the kids. And you know how many kids we get knocking on Halloween!"

"True," Lily agreed.

So, when he'd showered and dressed, James went down the road to the nearest shop. He bought sweets of every kind imaginable. As Godric's Hollow wasn't entirely made up of wizards, he had to pay in Muggle money. What James loved to see was a child dressed up as a witch or wizard. If only they knew that they had wizards for neighbours. They'd probably put on jeans, a t-shirt and glasses and say they were him!

He returned home and sat down, playing with Harry. He was an extremely intelligent baby, and was lovely to play with. Before he knew it, an hour had passed. He sat down like he had done the day before, and read the Daily Prophet. Voldemort had killed more, no surprise there. There wasn't much point in reporting the deaths any more, he thought, they were pretty normal now. Everyone was used to the fact, really, but nobody wanted to be killed. There'd be more deaths today, and the day after that.

There was nothing much in the Prophet. The Ministry had banned something silly, there were more weird stories, but nothing much after that. His eyes started to droop, everything went black, and he started another Quidditch game against the troop of monkeys...

CRASH. He woke with a start. Something had been hit outside. He went to the door and looked out to see what it was. He froze. It was him. He was outside. Voldemort. And it wasn't a harmless walk by the house, he was shooting spells, trying to knock the door down.

How? He thought. How does he know? Surely - Surely he didn't tell! No, Peter wouldn't tell! He couldn't have told! But he knew that he must have. How else did he know?

BOOM. He'd successfully broken the door down. James could hear Harry crying in the next room, and Lily came out to see what had happened.

"What was that noise? Who-" she stopped. "No. No. It can't be."

"It is," said a cold voice that belonged to belonged to Voldemort. "And now. Now I have you. Say goodbye to your life, Potters!" he said, and he shot a blast of green light at James, which he tried to dodge, but failed. He fell, his head hitting the wall, and everything went black for him. He could no longer hear Harry crying, Lily screaming, or Voldemorts laughter. He'd never hear anything again. He was gone.