Disclaimer - i own nothing to do with Harry Potter

A/N - ok this is some crazy idea that popped into my head, am not entirely happy with it and after much arguing with my beta, i have decided to post and see how it goes.

thanx to Mitchicul for help and putting up with me. Ok now this story is based after Chapter 20 in the Prisoner of Azkaban, from Chapter 21 onwards it is an AU, so no flames please you have been warned

Summary - At the end of POA, Harry believed he saw his father svae him and Sirius from the dementors. . . .What if it was James and how would things have turned out that night?

Chapter 1 – It Begins

He felt a rush of stale air fill his lungs, his eyes flew open and he faced darkness, he blinked trying to make the darkness go away but it remained.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and took in another, he coughed as he felt the stale air rush into his lungs again. What was happening? Where was he? Lily? Harry?

He tried to roll to his side but his shoulder hit something solid, he lay back in confusion and tried to roll the other way only to have his other shoulder meet the same fate as the other.

Where was he? The question ran through his mind again as he tried to figure out what had happened to him. He remembered telling Lily to run, to take Harry while he tried to hold him off, to hold who off?

He tried to sit up but his head came in contact with the same solid object as his shoulders, he cried out in pain as his forehead began to throb in pain. Was that him? He voice sounded distant and raspy like he hadn't spoken in years.

He couldn't remember where he was or how he got there all he knew was that he had to get out. The air surrounding him was stagnant and his lungs were crying out for fresher air. He tried once again to move but every time he tried he came in contact with something solid.

…. Then it hit him the horrible memory that had tormented him in the place he was, continued to remind him about his failure as a husband and a father. His duty to protect his family, to look after them not matter what, to rise about all and not to fail them. Like he did.

Cold tears streaked down his cheeks and he pounded his hands against the solid object ahead of him, his memory coming back to him every second he lay there.

Flashback

James crawled behind Harry, who had just disappeared behind the couch,

'Am coming to get you' he called out to Harry as he crawled behind the couch to see Harry desperately crawling to the other end, he smiled at the sight off his small son at such a young age he was highly intelligent.

Harry looked back at James and let out a baby squeal and tried to crawl faster, James roared playful and crawled after him. He caught Harry around the stomach and began to tickle him, Harry began to laugh and kick his legs out catching James on the chin.

'OW' he cried, stopping his attack on Harry to hold his chin

'That's what you get for tickling him' said a voice from the doorway, 'You know he hates it'

James shrugged and stood up picking Harry up with him, he walked over to where Lily stood at the door and kissed her lightly.

'He loves it really' he said handing Harry to her so she could get him ready for bed

'Sure he does James' she laughed at the look on his face as Harry reached out to grab his glasses

'I don't think so tyke' he stepped back at the same the sound of glass smashing was heard. Lily instantly held Harry closer to her while James pulled out his wand.

'Lily, take Harry and go! It's Him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off'

'James-' Lily began to say

'Lily please, you have to go' she looked up into his hazel eyes, and nodded he kissed her quickly then kissed Harry, 'I love you' he whispered to the both off them

'I love you too' she whispered back, James wiped the tears on her cheeks away before he smiled and gave her a gentle push out of the room, he watched as she disappeared

end of flashback

He continue to pound against the solid object as he pushed the memory away he didn't want to think about it now, he had to get out of this thing that he was in. He aimed his fist at the object and felt it crack, a small hole had appeared and something fell through into his face.

He wiped it off and made the hole bigger so he could get out, when it was he pushed his way up and out. He wasn't sure what surrounded him now it was suffocating him but he pushed up he lungs cry for air.

After what felt like an age he broke through the substance and took in a gulp of fresh air before he blacked out.

So what does everyone think?

please review this is my first turn at writinga story like this and if i get enough reviews i'll continue.

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