Author's Note: Written by RabbitohsGirl, with help from SharkiesGirl. Okay, so this is a take on what would have happened if Voldemort was squashed by a falling tree at the age of four and the Marauders could grow up with a lesser evil. Yes, this does mean there isn't really a story to tell, but it means Remus, Sirius, Lily and James live on. And I love Remus. Oh, I do so very much love him.

"Now, Tom," said the boy's caretaker for the evening. "I will let you play near the forest if you promise not to go in. Okay?"

He nodded and sped off. Lousy Muggles.

Breaking the rules. Jumping across logs, oh-so-fun. Trees, leaves, wet. Walking...crack...falling - squashed...help!

It was tragic. Really. A complete bore, but still tragic in its little, insignificant way.

Mr Donald Hagrid had opened the local, Magic newspaper to a random page and started reading, as he always did.

Job offers? Boring.

Birthdays? Get outta here!

Car advertisements? Do I look like I drive? My feet can't reach the pedal things!

Death notices? Hmm...now there is a thought. Time to feel a little less 'high and mighty'.

RIP: L. R. Swill

13/2/1913 - 4/8/1924

Died after a Potions Exam was mingled with.

A Rainbow Will Always Show After the Rain.

Loved dearly.

Okay, that one was sad. Very, very tragic. Potions Exam? Very tragic.

In Loving Memory of A. S. Remington-Pipe

18/8/1890 – 6/8/1924

A Prank that wasn't meant to harm caused a fatal conclusion.

She will be remembered.

Missed forever.

Ooh. Even more tragic. And only thirty four years old? What a shame.

Okay, so Donald Hagrid was being rather mean and horrible. But he was suffering a hangover. A bad one. He wasn't to blame.

Here's a good one...

Tom Marvolo Riddle

30/10/1920 – 1/2/1924

Squashed by a tree branch and killed painfully.

No parents, no family, no life.

Forgotten.

Now, Donald may have been in a very bad mood, but even he couldn't ignore the sadness of the situation. Who wrote that anyway? It surely must have been a very naughty kid to deserve a death notice that harsh. He scanned the rest of the page and found the section holding funeral dates. He ripped a section away and shoved it in his pocket. He was going to the funeral. Somebody had to.

Author's Note: Yes, I am mean. Very, very mean. This prologue is no bigger than my hand. But, it is a prologue and the first real chapter will be about 3000 words or so. I know Voldy does die, but at least I gave him a funeral. I'd like to thank SharkiesGirl for coming up with those first two, very creative, death notices. My sister and I held a mini funeral for them.

RG and partially SG

xoxox