A/N : Hey guys! This is my first fanfic in a long time! Haha, I hope you like it, and if you have any questions or comments feel free. ALSO if you have any ideas, let me know. DISCLAIMER IN SYNOPSIS!

Chapter 1 – Reminiscent

James Potter wrapped his arms around the sleeping figure next to him, breathing in the scent of her hair. The woman snuggled even closer to his body and snored loudly. Somewhere in the house, a baby cried out, looking for something. Lily moaned, and started to get out of bed until James gently pushed her back down, so that he could go take care of the baby. James walked through the door into the connecting room, looking at his year old son, Harry. Looking at this baby was like looking at himself, with Lily's eyes. He was wicked smart like Lily, and had spunk like James. No one could contest that this was not their son. Picking the child up, James began to walk around the room, thinking about how soon enough; Harry would be at Hogwarts and be making friends like James'.
"Those poor teachers!" James chuckled, remembering the trouble that they had caused.

James, Sirius, Remus and Peter were something of rebellious pranksters. Rules were invented to be broken, or so they thought. James and Sirius had been best friends since the day that they were born, always put together, then never without the other. Remus was the lonely child that James decided to befriend, and Peter, well he was the tag-along that became a good friend. These four friends caused much trouble in the school and were usually at the cause of most pranks that were pulled on campus. James, Sirius and Peter all became Animagi so that they could travel with Remus to the 'Shrieking Shack' when he transformed. Remus was a werewolf, so he was taken out of the school once a month at the full moon so that he could transform by himself so that he was no longer a harm to the students or teachers. James and Sirius were always curious to where he went once a month because his excuses were never really well thought out. After three years of hard work, there were three unknown Animagi running around with a werewolf.

Looking at the clock, James noticed that it was 5:30 in the morning already. He had spent over an hour reminiscing on his school memories. Harry was long back to sleep, so James laid him down and went down to the kitchen to start breakfast before Sirius came over to play with the child, and maybe a quick game of Quidditch before they went over to the Order. James, Remus and Sirius were leading members of the Order to avenge the death of their friend Peter. Lord Voldemort had killed Peter in one of the many valiant battles that the Order had fought against the Dark Lord. Voldemort was the darkest wizard of the century. He mercilessly killed thousands of brave wizards who stood against him. The Order of the Phoenix was created to oppose Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Although the progress of the Order was not broadcasted as that of the Dark Lord's, they were doing very well, and were winning the fight.

The stove ignited as he flicked his wand at it so that he could start a pot of tea and make some bacon and eggs. Opening the fridge, James grabbed the milk, eggs and bacon and turned back to the stove to start cooking. James was legendary among his friends and family for his cooking. Every time there was a gathering, James was nominated chef. Cracking the eggs into a bowl, he started whipping them so that he could scramble them for Lily. Turning around so that he could turn on the radio to listen to the latest on the fight, he noticed Lily standing in the doorway, smiling at him sleepily.

"Good morning beautiful." He smiled as he turned back to the stove, without turning on the radio, figuring that she didn't want to hear the gruesome news.

"Good morning Mr. Potter. What's for breakfast, I'm starved."

"We've got eggs and bacon, just how you like it, my dear. Then Sirius is going to come over, then it'll be off to the Order for us." James said carefully, knowing how it would upset her. She was terrified that he would leave for the Order, and never come back.

The eggs and bacon were serving themselves onto plates, so James and Lily sat down to eat, when there was a knock on the door. Sighing, James rose from the table, with Lily right behind him to go answer the door. Who knocks on a door at 6:00 in the morning? James thought. He opened the door to a little boy who was positively quivering from head to toe.

"Son, what's happened to you?" James asked, as he got down on one knee to look the child in the eye. The child spoke in such a way that scared James to the bone.

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has killed my parents. I don't know where to go sir." He broke into tears.

"Come in, come in. James! Take this child to Dumbledore. He'll know what to do." Lily whispered.

James stood up, and jogged upstairs to get his robes on and kiss Harry goodbye. He needed to get to the Order as soon as he could to talk to Dumbledore. Voldemort was getting closer and closer every single day. Throwing on the first robes that his hands touched, he sprinted down to Harry's room and kissed him goodbye. Running down the stairs, he grabbed Lily and kissed her passionately. He looked around for the child, and saw him sitting at the table eating his breakfast that he hadn't touched. He smiled, and nodded towards the fireplace. They would travel by Floo Powder to number 12 Grimmauld Place, the Order of the Phoenix's Headquarters. Before jumping in the fireplace, he said,

"Lily, let Sirius know where we are as soon as we're gone. I'll need him!"

"Yes, of course dear, I'll let him know by Floo."

James grabbed the boy, and threw the green powder into the fireplace, stepping into it he smiled again at Lily.

"Number 12 Grimmauld Place!"