AN: My first fanfic...

Disclaimer: obvs i dont own Harry Potter

Lily Potter sat in the living room of the home in Godric's Hollow that she shared with her husband, James and their young son, Harry. She stared into the crackling fire, smiling slightly at the sound of James and Harry playing in the next room. Oh how she wished that she and James could take Harry outside to play but, because of the threat of Voldemort, they stayed indoors and hidden. Although she wanted to keep her family safe, Lily couldn't help but feel restless cooped up all the time.

Tonight she was especially sad as it was Harry's second Halloween - but first that he could somewhat participate in. As she heard Harry emit a squeal of delight from the other room, she pictured how cute he would look dressed up in a costume celebrating an important Wizarding holiday. Even at such a young age, Harry looked the spitting image of his father, except for the two emeralds that were his eyes that he had inherited from her. Oh James, how Lily was able to resist him for so long, she will never know, and she could tell just by looking at her baby son that he would be the same lady-killer with the same "Potter charm" as his father. She would be beating the girls off with a stick from the moment he arrived at the Hogwarts express. Lily was suddenly jolted away from her train of thought when the fire before her turned emerald. There in the flames sat the handsome face of James' best friend and partner in crime, Sirius Black; only something was clouding his usually smiling features. Was it worry? Fear? Concern?

"Lily," he said, "where is James?"

"He's in the den playing with Harry… Sirius, what's wrong? You look so….. serious" she finished with the lame pun.

"I'll explain in a minute, just get James in here, and hurry, this cant wait."

"Okay, okay….. JAMES!" she shouted the last word.

James came sauntering into the room cradling a sleepy looking Harry against his shoulder.

"You rang?… oh hi Padfoot" he said upon seeing his best friends face in the fire.

"Hey Prongsie… okay, listen… Dumbledore just caught word from an insider that your location has been revealed. Apparently that little fucker…"

"Sirius… Harry remember?" Lily hissed.

"… Pettigrew" Sirius continued as if not interrupted "is working for our dear pal Voldie. He knows where you guys are and he's coming for Harry. There is nothing you guys can do now but leave. Get out. Who cares about anything… just get the three of you the hell out of that house. Come to Hogwarts. Apparate to Hogsmead where somebody from the order will meet you and get you into the grounds. You can figure out what to do from there, but at least you will be alive. Go now and Dumbledore can give you better information when you get here. I just happened to be at Hogwarts regarding a mission, thank Merlin. See you soon."

With a soft pop Sirius' head vanished. By this point, Harry was sleeping on James' shoulder and James and Lily whispered so as not to wake him.

"What do we do now?" Lily cried, tears in her eyes.

"It's obvious, we get the hell out of here…" James replied absentmindedly stroking his sons messy hair.

"But…"

"No Lils, there is no time to think, lets just go and, like Sirius said, figure it out once we know that we are safe; that Harry is safe."

At the mention of her sons safety, Lily gave in and she and James prepared to apparate.

Together they arrived in the heart of Hogsmead village, right outside The Three Broomsticks. Sitting in front of the door was a grey tabby cat they both instantly recognized. The cat se off quickly for the gates of the Hogwarts grounds with Lily and James, still holding Harry, hurrying to keep up. Once inside the gates, the cat materialised before their eyes into none other than Minerva McGonagall, their old transfiguration professor. She quickly locked the gate with her wand and set off at a swift pace towards the castle. James and Lily exchanged a fleeting glance before they followed towards the front door of the castle that had been their home not so long ago.