Hey guys! This story goes from the time Lily and James are murdered until when Harry's school years start. Possibly considering a prologue with the marauders and all. Tell me what you think! I don't actually think any of my story is possible, but hey, with JK you never know!

xoxoxo Ree

Lily sat on the couch, stroking James' hair and thanking God what she had. She was going to tell James tonight. Some exciting news that she was sure he would be thrilled about.

It was Halloween 1981 and Harry was lying in his crib, snug and warm. His flannel green night shirt was warming his body effectively and the cool night's air drifted him off to sleep.

"James," said Lily, "I have some news,"

"Oh?" James asked, turning toward Lily.

It had been a long day at work. Being an auror was extremely hard at this time. People were getting killed in their homes, and worse in broad daylight on streets. Lord Voldemort was at his worst, and no one seemed to know where he was. They had swept over the world, trying to find some trace of him, and yet everything seemed to seem to slip out of their hands. Therefore, James was particularly stressed.

Lily too had had a long day. She was Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and what a tiring job that was. People had been aparating everywhere since word got out that Voldemort was on the move toward London. Even kids, who were only 15…even more frustrating was that the Minister of Magic had fled the office after an attack near the Ministry. So of course, everyone was trying to find a new candidate for Minister of Magic. So far they had Cornelius Fudge, a stout man with a bowler hat on every time Lily saw him.

All in all the wizarding community was in a complete state of turmoil. Yet, nothing could ruin this moment for Lily.

"James, I am pregnant," Lily told him.

"No," he smiled as he said it.

"Yes!" she replied happily.

"That's great!" he said, giving her a kiss.

A cry came from the nursery. Lily ran to get Harry and bring him out for the young parents' pleasure. She unwrapped him from his curled up position and held him near. He had her shimmering green eyes, but everything else was from James. She was about to walk out into the hall, when she heard a thunderous bang.

"James?" she called into the hall.

"Lily, he's here! Take Harry and run! Run! I'll get rid of him!" James screamed.

Lord Voldemort had come for Lily's only son's life. She watched James send jinxes and hexes and curses Voldemort's way. The Dark Lord looked more evil then the other two times him and Lily had crossed paths. His tortured face was pale, and empty. His eyes were lit up and looked like the fires of Hell, burning, always burning. Lily couldn't watch anymore. She ran into the nursery and locked the door.

Apparate, she thought. Come on…

Meanwhile, downstairs, James was fighting a battle he knew he couldn't win. That didn't stop him. Within seconds, he heard the words he had dreaded.

"You know Mr. Potter; your life can be saved. You don't have to die tonight. It's not you that I want."

James kept firing every hex he knew at the evil creature. But soon, Voldemort was holding him at mercy; he could've been dead by now.

"Potter, this is your last chance, either you step away and live or you die."

"You can't have Harry,"

"Well you can't have a life either," Voldemort screeched. In a second a green bolt had shot across the living room and killed James Potter.

Lily who had been listening, not watching, screamed at the silence. Her husband was dead.

She knew what she must do now.

She wanted to apparate, but an unspoken force stopped her. She must kill the Dark Lord. She had to. She put Harry down into his crib and kissed his cheek. In a matter of seconds, the black robe or Lord Voldemort had come into the nursery.

"Ms. Potter…Your husband is dead…your only son is also gong to be dead and well, let's face it; you're going to be dead pretty soon also."

It took all the strength in Lily to keep from breaking down and weeping.

"Do not kill Harry. Kill me if you must." She said this and tears came to her eyes.

"Risky, don't you think? Giving your life when you know that as soon as you die, I will kill the last Potter."

"Kill me, not Harry." Lily repeated, ignoring his last comment.

"Move aside you foolish woman!"

"No! Kill me in my child's stead,"

"As you wish my dear," Voldemort replied. With a flick of his wand, Lily Potter had too, met her fate.

He walked solemnly toward the crib in which Harry Potter sat. He looked at the child's eyes. They were as green as the grass on the hillside. He raised his wand when he heard footsteps coming up the hall. He sleekly walked toward the door and saw Wormtail hunched over.

"Fool, you dare come?" Voldemort yelled.

"You killed James…a-a-an-d-d Lily?" Wormtail stuttered.

"Yes of course, what did you expect?" Voldemort said, chuckling.

"B-b-but you said…that they…they w-wouldn't be harmed.

"You are a fool Wormtail, to think that I, Lord Voldemort would keep a silly promise! Now leave, or you will join your friends." Voldemort exclaimed.

Wormtail glared, but left Godrics Hollow, and London for that matter. James….dead. Lily….dead. How could he?

Meanwhile, Voldemort had business to attend to. He came back to the nursery. There sat Harry. Voldemort glared at the child who was foretold to vanquish the Dark Lord.

Voldemort raised his wand, pointed at the child and shouted,

Avada Kedavra!

All of a sudden a chilling sensation came over Tom Riddle. He felt his arms and legs and head feel slightly detached. His head flouted into space and he no longer felt human. He reached for his wand. But no, he was a ghost. No, less then a ghost. He was on the string between life and death.