A/N: This is the translation of my first fanfiction. I hope you like it :)

Special thanks to MandarinBridge for looking over the grammar and vocabulary as English isn't my native language :)

Enjoy :)

Chapter 1 – Nightmare

"What... Harry!"

She ran toward her former hidden house – the Fidelius Charm was broken. She could still see the strands of magic hanging around her house. Some were falling to the ground and fused with it. The garden gate was open, the front door left ajar.

How could this happen?

"Harry!" Her husband James ran after her, down the street, through the open garden gate, along the path leading to their home straight toward the open front door. The door flew off its hinges as he threw himself full force against it.

The hallway looked like it always did. The pram stood next to the stairs which led onto the first floor. There was still a glass of water sitting on the coffee table, Harry's toys were scattered all over the rug. Everything was how they have left it behind when they got summoned by Dumbledore a couple of hours before.

She sat on the couch and watched her husband and son play. James had his wand pulled out and was puffing different coloured soup bubbles out of his wand which Harry tried to catch. Every now and then he was successful. When he did snatch a bubble, it burst and puffed multicoloured smoke, Harry began to giggle and James followed suit.

It was a very normal Halloween afternoon. In the evening Sirius, Remus and Peter would come over as they planned on having dinner together and afterward to dress up Harry. They wanted to introduce him to the muggle tradition. A couple of days ago, she had won a rather heated discussion considering her son's costume – seriously... why did James want to dress up Harry as a toilet? Honestly! My son will never ever be seen in public dressed up as a toilet! The tomato-costume lay waiting on the dining table.

Just as a blue soap bubble burst causing a new giggle spell on their son, they could hear a soft knocking on the living room window. A brown owl was seated on the window sill, carrying a letter.

That has to be from Dumbledore, she thought and let the owl fly into the warm room.

"Dumbledore wants to see us", she said while reading the letter. "It says he wants us to meet him at headquarters."

"Now?", James blew a couple of colourful bubbles out of his wand and walked over to his wife. "What would he want from us?"

"We'll have to wait and see. Let's tell Sirius se he'll look after Harry and then we can go. The earlier we leave, the earlier we'll be back home. I don't feel well leaving Harry all alone."

"Me neither but Sirius will be with him. Nothing's going to happen to him", and with these Words he threw a handful of floopowder into the chimney, calling out "12 Grimauld Place, Sirius Black."

After a couple of minutes he withdrew his head from the fireplace and sighed.

"Sirius has a date. Remus is with his family, that means I'll have to floo Peter and ask him whether he could come over."

Lily rushed up the stairs, down the hallway, her husband following her every step but it was too late. She saw a bright, sickening green light coming out of Harry's room... a cold laugh...

"HARRY!"

"Lily! Sssssh... it's okay, everything's alright!" She sobbed and warm arms entwined around her shaking body and drew her toward an equally warm body.

"It was just a dream. Sssssh..." James held his wife in his arms. She was shaking so badly that he pulled her even further into the embrace.

He didn't need to ask what kind of nightmare she had had. It was always the same one – a constant memory of that one evening fifteen years ago. On that evening when their son Harry became the victim of the betrayal of their so called friend causing his death at the hand of none other than Voldemort.

Even after such a lone time the nightmares didn't cease – letting neither him nor his wife live in peace. Whether in light or darkness, at day or night. If he saw a pram, he thought of Harry's pram in which he loved being pushed around. If he saw the green of the nearby trees, he thought of his from laughter sparkling eyes, looking like big round emeralds, just like his mother's eyes. He could literally hear the light laughter of his son. Simply everything was a reminder of his little baby.

They had trusted Peter, he thought angrily. They had trusted him with the most valuable thing they owned, the most valuable thing they had owned in their entire lives – their son's life. And he betrayed them. He stole their joy of life.

He was their friend! He got invited to family dinners, to birthdays. Damn it, he even was one of the first people he allowed to hold Harry when he, beaming of joy and pride, brought his son to meet his friends – his pride, his everything. But that was just a facade. Peter was the reason Harry died – he had his son's blood on his hands. And he, James, did not foresee it.

"He was there, James! Voldemort! I heard him laughing! I saw the light. I heard the fizzling. Why, James? Why do I have to watch over and over again how my son gets killed?" Lily sobbed anew and burrowed her face into James shoulder.

"I don't know, Lily. I don't know."

Today was Halloween, 1996. Today was their son's day of death. Today was the day of death of both individuals holding each other and crying at three am, hoping that the night mare was just that – a nightmare.

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