Hi everyone. This is a new story idea that was bouncing around in my head today, so I'm going to write chapter 1, and see how it goes. Let me know what you think.

In a quaint cottage sat three people, a mother, a father, and their young child. Currently, the father was sitting with the child on his lap, while the mother watched fondly. It was late, past 9, and the women stood, saying "James, let me put him to bed." The man, James, nodded, stood up, and passed the babe to the women. She took the child upstairs, and laid him in his crib. She leaned over the walls of the crib, and kissed the child on his head, saying "Goodnight, my beautiful baby Harry."

She walked back downstairs, and took a seat next to James on the couch. They sat quietly for a few minutes, enjoying each other's company. After a while, the woman turned to James, and said "I can't keep doing this, James. Eventually he'll find us. I know the fidelius is supposed to be unbeatable, but I can't shake this feeling I have. Peter has been acting weird lately. I'm scared, James, scared that we won't be able to save Harry." James enveloped his wife in a hug, saying "Don't worry, Lily, everything will be ok. I think Peter is just under a lot of stress lately."

Suddenly, a wailing alarm sounded. Cursing, James flew off the couch, waving his wand in complicated patterns as he ran to the door. "Lily, run upstairs, take Harry and get out of here," He shouted. Lily seemed to want to protest, but he cut her off. "Now, Lily!" She looked at him wistfully, and then nodded, running up the stairs into the nursery where she had laid Harry only minutes earlier. He had been woken from his sleep by the shouted, and had begun crying. She pulled him into her arms and tapped the bracelet she wore. It was her emergency portkey, and should have taken her to an old bunker in Russia, that, upon entry, would have locked down wards and prevented anyone else from coming in. unfortunately, nothing happened. A feeling of dread coursed through Lily; she knew that if her portkey wasn't working, they had set up anti-portkey and apparition wards.

Downstairs, James was sweating from the effort of keeping his wards up against Voldemort. He was determined to give Lily as much time as possible to get away. Suddenly, the door glowed red, and he jumped out of the way to avoid the explosion that followed. He dove over the couch just as the door blew inwards. He looked over the back of the couch to see a pale, skeletal man with red eyes walk through his door. Following behind the man, with his head bowed, was the one person James had entrusted the safety of his family to. "Well done, Wormtail. You have served me well." The red-eyed man said. "Thank you, my lord," said Peter Pettigrew. James saw red. He couldn't contain his rage at the man he once called a friend. Jumping up from his position behind the couch, he shouted "REDUCTO!" the violent red curse flew past Voldemort, who had erected a shield, and hit Pettigrew in the chest, throwing him out of the house. While Voldemort was momentarily distracted by Pettigrew's sudden expulsion, James turned his wand on him. He started firing curses at the dark wizard.

The first curse, another reducto, impacted against the shield Voldemort had raised earlier. The next three curses, all cutting curses, also crashed into the shield. However, the third cutting curse managed to shatter the shield that the Dark Lord had thrown up. By that time, Voldemort was once again focused on James. Responding to the curses flying at him, he began to shoot curse back at James Potter. After nearly a minute of shielding and cursing, he suddenly flicked his wand at the armchair next to James. It immediately flew towards the man, and knocked him down. Voldemort quickly summoned his wand, and flew into his hand. "James," He said. "I've been wanting to talk to you for quite some time. You see, you've quite the thorn in my side for several years. You and young Mr. Black. The fact that you have faced me three times and lived speaks volumes. That in and of itself is proof of you prowess. As much as I would like to kill you for having the audacity to oppose me, I also am in need of loyal death eaters of your caliber. So I shall not kill you. You will have to forgive me if I stun you while o go and kill your mudblood wife and abomination son. Stupefy!" James slumped, unconscious.

Reveling in his victory, Voldemort slowly made his way up the stairs. When he arrived at the nursery, he saw the women standing protectively in front of the crib, which held the young child. "Brave, but unnecessary," said Voldemort. "You need not tell me to go through you to get to the whelp, you both shall die tonight." She raised her wand, but before she could utter a spell, he said "Avada kedavra." With a cold thump, Lily Potter fell to the floor, dead. Harry started to cry. "Worry not, child. You shall see her soon. And soon, my immortality shall be complete. Avada kedavra!" Voldemort watched in slow motion as his spell raced towards the child. Just as it would have impacted its forehead, there was a golden flash, and suddenly the spell was flying back at him. This was so unexpected that Voldemort could only watch as the acid green light of the killing curse hit him in the chest, and then everything faded.

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Only minutes later, a man no older than 21 appeared in the street, distraught. He rushed into the house, and upon seeing his longtime friend lying unmoving, he ran over to him and wept. He put his hand on his friend's chest, only to feel a heartbeat, and it rise up and down. He quickly whipped out his wand, and cast "Enervate" on James. When James woke up, he saw his brother in all but blood sitting across from him, tear tracks marring his face. Jumping up, he shouted "LILY?" not waiting for a response; he blew past his friend, flying up the stairs, to the nursery. He ran into the nursery, his friend behind him. Seeing both his wife and son lying soundlessly was too much for James, and he broke down crying. As he cried, his friend came and hugged him. "James, what happened? How did he get in?" asked the man. James sniffled, but said "Wormtail. He told him the secret. I blasted him out the door. Is he still there?" the man shook his head. "No. I didn't see anyone." James hung his head. "Damn. I was hoping he was dead. Sirius?" Sirius released his friend, and said "What, James?" "I need to get out of here, Sirius." Sirius nodded, but asked "What about Lily and Harry?" James looked lost. "I don't know, I can't leave them, but I can't stay."

Sirius didn't say anything. Suddenly, he shifted into his animagus form, a shaggy, black grim. Turning his head back and forth he perked his ears, ran to the crib, and then shifted back. "Padfoot, what are you doing?" James asked. "James, Harry is still alive!" James ran over to the crib, and sure enough, Harry was still breathing. Scooping him up, James noticed a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. "Pad, take a look at this." When Sirius noticed the scar, he looked confused. "If Voldemort wanted to kill him, he would have used the killing curse. How did he get this mark? And, where is Voldemort? Also, why were you only unconscious?" Sirius asked. James shook his head. "I'll answer all of that later. We need to get out of here. The Muggles are going to notice something happened. I want you to take Harry back to Potter Manor, and stay with him until I come and get you, no one else. I'll move Lily, and then go to Potter Manor." Sirius Nodded, and took Harry from James. He walked out of the room, down the stairs, out of the house, and apperated away. James watched him go from the window, and after he left, turned back to his wife. He swallowed his tears; he didn't have time for them. He picked her up, and followed Sirius's footsteps out of the house. He also apperated away.

Only a few minutes later, an elderly man, wearing what could only be described as the oddest robe in the world, with a long flowing beard appeared in the street. He made his way into the ruined house, but upon finding no one there, he quickly went back to his office. His sensors told him that the wards at Godric's Hollow had failed. He quickly checked the sensor that was telling him Harry was still alive, but for some reason, his location was hidden. Resolving to find out at the ministry, he retired back to his bedchamber.

So this was really short, but i want to get this out. i have a plan for the story to be patient with me. im a little frightened at th prospect of juggling 2 stories, but others have done it, so i think i can manage.

review for me.

thanks.