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Chapter One

A different Halloween

"Lils," James Potter kissed his wife sweetly on the lips.

"Hmmm?" she mumbled only half awake. "I'm going with Alastor, I'll be back around 2- 3."

Her eyes sprang open and she popped up. "You can't leave!" she whispered, terrified, her eye began to water. It was the middle of the biggest war and her family was being hunted. Her son was supposedly one that could end this all, Voldemort was the threat. The Potter's were under the fedilus charm.

"Love," James brought her into his arms and hugged her tight. "It will make me less grouchy. I'll send a patronous every hour or so. I promise." he kissed Lily passionately.

"I'll miss you," she whispered with her forehead still against her husband's. James smiled and thumbed her tears off her cheeks.

"I love you." he told her.

"I love you too."

He let his lips linger on her's for a moment. "I'll go tell Harry bye." it was when James stood up that Lily realised he was fully dressed in muggle cloths, Lily got up behind him and tied her satin robe around her waist. She left her room and went down the hall past the bathroom where, at the end of the short hall, stood her son's bedroom door, that was open.

She stayed by the frame and watched her husband and son.

"Dada!" Harry squealed.

"Hey mate," smiled James, he kissed his forehead and put Harry to his chest. Harry put his hand on his father's chest while the other was bended down on his hip, under his father's arm.

"Dada?" he asked sadly.

"I'll be home later, okay?" James bounced his son. Harry nodded and whimpered as if he knew how dangerous it was for his dad to leave. "Aw, Harry," he put him above his face in the air, Harry giggled making James grin at him. "Why don't you go back to sleep and then when you wake up Padfoot can be here!"

"Pafoo'!" Harry exclaimed happily.

"Yeah!" James exclaimed back in equal excitement. "So go to sleep okay?" he told him. His kissed Harry and put him back into his crib.

Harry layed on his stomach with his head to the side. He smiled at his father as he walked the distance of his room and hugged an kissed his wife good bye. With one last glance at Harry, James walked a few steps and turned, heading down the stairs.

Lily smiled at her son and patted his head when she bent over his crib. "Go to sleep, sweetie," she whispered. "I'm going to clean up, call Padfoot, and make breakfast for us! So go to sleep?" Harry moved his head down and nestled into his stuffed stag.

"Mam" he yawned.

"I'll be downstairs, love." she promised she left the room, leaving it open and went into her room.

Lily changed into light brown khakis and a navy sweater. She combed her hair and went down to the kitchen.

"Sirius, do you want to come over for a little?" Lily said for the doe patronous to repeat to Sirius. It soared out the window and to where ever Sirius Black was. She began making a small breakfast the muggle way, she was better the muggle way. That's how she was taught and she just felt more confident.

A minute later there was a pop outside. Lily supposed it was Sirius but raised her wand walking carefully to the front door. There was a knock.

"Who is it?" she called.

"Sirius Orion Black, Padfoot. I'm an illegal animagus- a black shaggy dog. A maraurder. Member of the Order of the Phoenix, and I'm godfather to your son, Harry James Potter." Lily breathed, muttered the charm and opened the door. Sirius stepped in.

"Lily!" he said happily an hugged her.

"Hi Sirius," she smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Why'd you want me over?"

"Well James left with Alastor and we promised Harry when he woke up you could be here.." she smiled.

"Yeah, I'll hang around." he grinned. "Is that pancakes I smell?" he sniffed.

"And eggs. Go get Harry and I'll get the breakfast out."

Sirius bounded up the stairs and into the hall. Harry's door was open so he walked in.

"Harry?" he sang loudly.

His eyes snapped open. "Padfoo'!" he exclaimed, pushing himself up. He held up his arms, bouncing.

"Hey bud," Sirius cooed picking him up. "I like your pajamas." he grinned at Harry's snitch pajamas Remus had gotten him.

Harry grabbed some, smiling. "Jammies!" he tried to say.

"That's it!" smiled Sirius encouragingly. "Come on, Mommy's making breakfast."

"Hello," Lily smiled she had two plates one the table and a cut up s pancake and scrambled eggs, he refused to eat off a plate if he had to be in the high chair.

Sirius set Harry in his high chair and sat at one of the plates. Lily put a sipie cup with milk in front of him. Harry crossed his arms, glaring at her. She sat down and Sirius chuckled.

"Harry!" Lily huffed when she saw her son's angry expression. "You have to learn sipie cups before you're two!"

"One!" Harry pouted, they had taught him to say how old he is, Sirius snickered and Lily glared at him.

"Oh hush you," she said to him, then to Harry. "Drink from the cup!" she told him.

He shook his head and looked away from it.

"Harry Potter!" she said sternly. Harry looked at her. "You need to learn."

Harry had already mastered the Potter look. He gave her a pleading, put out look from his eyes and puckered his bottom lip a little. Lily stayed firm- for five seconds.

"Oh, alright!" she exclaimed and pushed out her chair, switching it to a bottle. Sirius laughed and patted Harry.

"Don't encourage him!" she told him angrily.

"Sorry, sorry.." Sirius grinned to himself.

Throughout the day Sirius and Lily played with Harry, they gave him a bath and tried to dress him. The problem is, Harry gained Lily's stubbornness. So while he didn't want to wear cloths he ran around most the day wearing a diaper.

Soon after lunch it was time for Harry's nap. For that, thankfully, he wanted to wear pajamas. So he got put in light blue footie pajamas.

Sirius and Lily talked in the living room about everything, and the Order, and the spies, and the prophecy. After a couple of hours James appeared. And, still in the hall, with two wands pointing at him, he proclaimed;

"I'm James Potter, married to Lily Evans, father to Harry Potter, Prongs, an illegal animagus, it's a stag. I left this morning to do something with Alastor Moody."

"James," Lily whispered and ran into the hall, she kissed her husband. The hourly patronous wasn't enough for her.

"Hey Padfoot," James grinned at his friend over Lily's shoulder.

"Hey Prongs," he grinned back.

"Have you been here all day?"

Sirius laughed. "Yup! Playing with your stubborn son."

James chuckled. "You mean your stubborn godson?" he asked cheekily. "Are you staying for dinner?"

"Of course! I don't have food at my house," he barked like laughed. James and Lily both shook their heads smiling fondly.

"Is Harry still sleeping?" James asked heading towards the stairs.

"Yeah, I'm amazed he's still sleeping," Lily answered.

"I'll get him," James said. "Do you think maybe you could make me a grilled cheese sandwich?" he asked hopefully.

"I'll make a few so we can all have one." she nodded and turned for the kitchen, Sirius followed after her.

James ran up the stairs, he already missed Harry. He got up to the room quietly to see Harry still passed out, drooling, with his stuffed stag under his feet and his lion blanket covering only his head but reveling his face. James had to laugh at how active his son was in his sleep.

James got the blanket and held it in his arm while he gently picked up his son and covered him in it. He held him with his forearm under his bum and rested his body against his chest. He put the blanket under the same arm an held it with his other hand so Harry would remain under it.

He bounced Harry gently as to keep him sleeping and began his way down the stairs.

The audlts were sitting and eating the late snack with Harry still sleeping. After finishing his, James cut up the last one and waved a piece in front of his nose.

"James!" Lily laughed, half stern, half amused. But it was complete laughter when Harry's eyes popped open.

James slowly fed Harry his sandwich as Harry drank through o straw from his father's glass.

So Sirius ended up staying for dinner too, but he left around seven.

They had not drawn the curtins; James sat there on their couch making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand for the amusement of Harry who was still in his blue pajamas, visibly beginning to get tired. Harry was laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in his small fist ...

A door closed and Lily entered.

"It's Harry's bed time, James," her long dark-red hair falling over her face.

Now James scooped up his son and handed him to his wife. He threw his wand down upon the sofa and stretched, yawning...

Minutes later Lily came back in the room, she smiled and sat down. He leaned into James and he put his arm around her shoulder and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips.

"I love you too," she murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

They discussed their days and James said a few things about what he did with Alastor. James and Lily went to sleep around ten because it had just been a long day.

The gate creaked a little as the intruder pushed it open an hour later, but James or Lily Potter did not hear it from their slumber. His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open silently.

He walked through the hall, not even glancing to the side into the sitting room. He walked quietly up the creekless stairs and right to where a door was ajar.

Voldemort remembered his promise to Severus. Killing the man would wake the woman, then he would have to kill her as well. So Voldemort went straight for the kid- the reason he had come.

The child was sleeping but woke up as the intruder opened his door, most likely thinking it was his father under the cloak- the child stood up and held onto the bars of his' crib for support, looking the unknown monster right in the hidden eyes.

Voldemort stepped close to the crib, unknowingly a step closer to the protective charm Lily and conjures out of love and worries of herself and her husband, closer to his down fall that would be questioned for years.

Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it directly at the child's forehead, he wanted to see it, he wanted to watch the life stream from the eyes of the helpless child that was supposedly his final downfall. Although Voldemort had nothing to worry, he had six safe horcrux's, hidden, one in himself.

The child finally began to whimper quietly, knowing it was not his father now.

James and Lily blearily opened their eyes- barely awake- Harry's whimpers weren't loud enough.

Voldemort looked in the child's eyes as he began crying louder, James and Lily opened their eyes, silently arguing who would get up this time, like any other normal night.

But as Voldemort whispered the killing curse and the explosion and the child's screams were the last thing he heard before he was gone, James and Lily lunged out of bed and sprinted to the burnt nursery.

They knew the dark lord had been there at the same second as one another, with their wailing son, and the blasted hole, and the jumble of black robes on the ground- in front of the crib.

Lily sobbed and ran to her son, she ripped him out of the nearly broken crib and ran to James. But James had ran to the master bedroom, had began to summon all the clean cloths in the house and shrunk them into a duffel bag. He kissed Lily hurriedly and Harry on his nose.

"James," Lily sobbed into whispers. "Voldemort got to him, look at his head..."

And James looked, there was a bright red new scar of lightning carved into the head of his baby boy, making a singe tear run down James' cheek as he tightened his hold on them and apparated to the safest place he could think of, knowing Albus had answers, knowing their thirteen month old son had just ended the first war.

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