A/N: Hey guys, this is my first proper fanfiction, so I'm not quite used to this, so please bear with me. This is the first part of a long fanfiction I wish to write. This is one where Lily and James survive. I've always wondered what would've happened if Lily and James survived. But I also wanted to explore their years before and during Hogwarts. I also want to explore what happened after the Battle of Hogwarts, but with Lily and James being a part of it, if you get what I mean. So this is going to be the first in a series of stories. This first one is going to be about Lily and James' lives before Hogwarts, the next during their years at Hogwarts, and the third about after the left Hogwarts to when Harry arrives at Hogwarts. The one after that will be about Harry's return to Hogwarts, with changes considering his parents will be alive and finally will be from the Battle of Hogwarts to Harry's death. Sorry about the massive novelish author's note. I just wanted to explain this all to you first before you started reading.

Disclaimer- I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter. I never will, and to tell you the truth I am glad not to. I do not envy J.K Rowling and her popularity. This is all for my own enjoyment.

Prologue

It's funny how long our lives go for, to us. But to others our lives are short and insignificant. I've always wanted to make a difference in my life. And I believe I have. So I want to tell you my story, but it's not just my story, it is the story of many more people.

This story started long ago, before the time when I start this, but I think that it would take a lot longer than my final few weeks to tell you. So I think I shall tell you from the most important part. To where it all began for me and my family.

Life is not a simple thing, it is fearful and strange and something you wish not to encounter. Ever. I have given life to three beautiful young children. And every time I look at them I can't believe that they are here today because of me.

My children are all grown up now, all so beautiful, and I will never give them up. I still care for them, still call into them every day and make sure that they are ok, make sure that they are doing fine. They say a parent's job is never done. And it is true, my job will never be done. Not even when I breathe my last breath.

My children are all married now, and I am glad that they found a better life than we did. Our teenage years were horrible, but I fought to give my babies what they have now. I have grandchildren you know, seven beautiful grandchildren.

I tell this story to them every time they come to stay with me. I do not tell them it was their family who were the heroes. That's for them to find out when they get older, but I tell them the horrors. I want them to understand, so that they will never do what the Dark Lord did to us.

Sometimes I fear that he is still out there, still waiting for me, wanting to kill us all. We all are fearful, he may be dead but his spirit still lives. That's what I believe. And we're scared, terrified to drop our guard again. But hopefully if we tell enough people the horrors of our past will not come again.

But I know what they say, history always repeats itself. It gives me so much fear to hear those words. I hate it so much, the fact that there may not be enough people to fight the bad guys this time. Or maybe the bad guys have finally learned and they will be smarter and more powerful and it hurts, it's hard.

I don't want wizards and witches to be the only people to read this. I know that these things happen in the Muggle world to, and I know they will think this a piece of fiction but I want them to read something that tells them of the fears of war. I want to tell them something, a lesson that I learnt.

And I learnt many lessons, so maybe if I write this, they will learn their lesson too. I hope that's what happens, I wish that is what they will do.

I am not the best person to write this, but I will try, I will try to be as true to the story as possible, but please bear with me, please understand, that this is hard. This is a true story and I will now have to relive every moment of the most horrible times of my life.

The start of this is not my story, nor was I there to witness it, but I've heard tales and pieced as much together as possible. This happened years before I was born, but I knew people who were alive, so please I hope you understand that this may not be the exact storyline.

I learnt all this from the people involved, particularly Sirius and Remus, before their deaths. I miss them all so much. Everyone who died in that war hold a special part in my heart, and I will never let them go. Everyday I weep for Fred, Made-Eye, Colin, Tonks, everyone, and all those children that lost so much innocence.

I think that was the hardest part for me. Watching the innocence leave those children, and it makes me cry. I am so glad that my children and grandchildren knew innocence, and they kept it for a lot longer than I did.

I lost my innocence that first year at Hogwarts. I lost that naïve hope that everything will work out perfectly, that life is one big fairytale. I saw horrors very few of you can even imagine, and so I tell you this story so maybe, maybe you will understand that life is not a fairytale, it is a daily struggle, and everything you do, will affect you, eventually.

So I sit, on my death bed. I have three weeks left to live, and so I tell the tale from the beginning, because it is time the world knows.

A/N: Ok so I know it was really short, and I know that it was very soppy and there was no real story in it. I did not feel comfortable starting it with the first chapter, just because the first chapter seems to be a bit of a sudden. It's hard to explain what I mean, it just did not fit without this prologue. I would also like to say that the character writing this prologue is not who you will expect it to be. I personally dislike this character, don't ask me why because I'm not sure. So writing from this point of view was really difficult. The rest of the story will not be them talking, it will be in third person. Just to make that clear, this isn't really too important to the storyline, other than to give a bit of an introduction.

Sorry for all the long notes, I felt it was important to tell you those things before we get started. And I am really sorry it was such a short chapter, but it is difficult to write a longish one to fit the prologue.