PROLOGUE
Lily Evans cradled her one year old son in her arms. His emerald green eyes sparkled at her touch.
"Dadda..." Harry Potter managed. Lily pushed back his unruly jet black hair that was so much like his fathers.
"He's just gone to speak to Dumbledore, he'll be home soon".
There was a swish of a cloak and footsteps on the stairs. Harry was hastily put in his crib. There was a flash of Green light. A scream. Cold high-pitched laughter.
James Potter stood at the alter, palms sweaty and mind filled with doubt. He watched with bated breath as his bride-to-be walked up the aisle with her father.
A small tug on his hand made him look down into the face of his 4 year old son. His beautiful green eyes mirrored James' doubts and fears but James knew what he had to do.
'It's for the best… for Harry', He thought. He squeezed Harry's hand gently as the recently divorced Petunia Evans stood before him.
Harry pulled free of his step-mum and dashed into the living room of Godric's Hollow. Tom Marvolo Riddle lay on the ground defeated. James also lay on the ground… defeated? Harry couldn't move. He stood with his ears pounding, his heart thundering, staring at the lifeless form of his father.
It must have been hours later, a pair of bony hands grabbed him around the waist and dragged him away…
He was being dragged outside, down the street.
Harry looked back in time to see his home aflame. It had been burnt to the ground…
Harry awoke with a jerk and customarily banged his head on the ceiling, if you could call it that. He was really getting too big for this cupboard.