This is my first chapter. Hope you like it.

This is my take on what happens if Lily is forced to go on the run meaning both the Potter's never die.

"Come on Harry, you need to say your goodbyes." Lily said as she walked over to the fireplace. She had charmed her bag to hold everything. "Harry?" she turned around and noticed her baby boy standing there trailing his favourite toy on the floor with his eyes full of tears. He kept looking at his surroundings, trying to remember all the memories he had once made in that house.

Everything from: jumping on the sofa and believing it was a trampoline to being, sitting on his mother's bed being fed soup and tea. "Do we have to leave?" he begged, now looking up at his mother, he had recently turn eleven and all he wanted to do was run around, play with Trevor (his toy owl) as well as his quidditch set.

The beautiful ginger mother, crouched down to almost the same height as her son while she cupped his hands in hers, "Yes baby. We are going to where I grew up and went to school. I promise you, that you'll love the place." She held up her little finger, "I will pinky promise you." Harry wiped away his tears with the sleeve to his jumper and made a pinky promise with his mother that he would give this new place a try.

Lily held onto her son's hand as tight as she possible while holding the dust in the opposite hand, looked at the place she had lived for 11 years and 6 months of her life and then gazed at her baby. "Ready?" he nodded in return.

"Diagon alley." She proclaimed as loud and as punctually correct as could be done. A flash of green light appeared surrounding them and they were gone. There was nothing left in their old house, only what was there before they came. It was dead quiet, the wooden floors laid still, the only sound was a constant flow of water droplets falling from the slightly open tap in the kitchen.

A good detective could tell you a lot about a person by what their bare house looks like, the lounge had a hole in the wall.

A couple of months into living here, Lily was scared and afraid of running anymore. It had started to make her ill, until she relieved that wasn't an illness she had; but a baby, and really bad morning sickness. When she found out that she probably would never go back home to England she punched the wall in anger. That night Lily lost all wanting to go back home for a long time, her new goal now was to raise her child as well as she could away from all the pressures of being who he was meant to be: the chosen one.

"Mummy, are you okay?" Harry asked pulling his mother's sleeve, Lily stood there in shock. It was like time had not touched this place, the shops were as vibrant and full of joy as she had once remembered, being a younger girl.

"Yes Harry, do you want to get some sweets?" her emerald eyes were full of life and happiness. She was a child again, and she was taking her baby to her favourite sweet shop in the world. It was a dream, no better than a dream, dreams you have to wake up from; but not this. Harry's face lit up, it had been really upset with moving and he wanted to eat something sweets.

With that, Lily and Harry were off through the crowded streets into an even busier sweet shop. Harry was eager and when it came to his turn, he ordered as much sweets as he was allowed and walked out of the shop with his head held as high as he could with his little chest pumped out feeling proud of all his sweets as he licked a owl lollipop.

They crossed through the shops one by one, Lily wanted to go to the bookshop and Harry wanted a new broomstick. Some wizards were trying to sell the newspaper, and shouted the headlines as they went, "You-Know-Who followers responsible for the death of the Longbottom family! James Potter still hasn't found Barty Crouch Jr. Should they get someone new to do his job?!" Lily looked at the floor, she was reminded her old close friends had died. Alice and Frank Longbottom, as well as their child Neville had been murdered. It was their funeral in the next couple of days and she wanted to be there.

Lily found out the news through a letter from Dumbledore, asking her to come back.

Dear Lily Evans/ Potter,

I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this but, last night Alice and Frank were murdered in their home. Alice had notified me that if she was ever to pass away to give you this message.

'Lily, baby, you need to come home. I know you're scared and on the run but we can protect you here. I got your final letter years ago now saying about your baby boy, and your thoughts about who he is and who he will become. But this cannot stop you, we all miss you. I didn't tell the boys why you left or where you went as said but they are worried about you. They are your family now. Come home, you need to find James and tell him about Harry. He needs to know, he needs you, although he will never say this: he misses you. They all do, I know that I'm gone now but please for the sake of your son and the wizarding world please come back to England and help us win the war.'

I know I probably wasn't meant to read or hear any of this, I believe she is right. And in Hogwarts right now we have a position opening as a Potions professor. So now you have no reason not to return. I know that you have put your son down to attend Hogwarts. Which his letter will be coming in the post when I get your new English address, I hope to be hearing from you soon,

Albus Dumbledore.

Tears rolled down Lily's face as she read the letter, she knew that she had to return. She couldn't put it off any longer however talking to James was the biggest step she was going to have to take. She hadn't seen or heard from him in 11 years now. James must hate her, Lily don't know how he could forgive her for what she did to him.

She knew she had to talk to him. She knew she had to explain what she did, but wasn't ready to tell him she was too scared.

Lily stopped and looked at the pub right in front of her 'The Leaky Cauldron', it smelt disgusting like owl pee and cigars but this was right. "Come on Harry, we need to get you some really food." she walked in and got a corner booth, ordered the food and sat back down. "Do you like Diagon alley, Harry?" she questioned looking over at Harry with him hugging onto his new broomstick.

"Yeah, it's amazing. Everything is so nice and happy here. When are we going to go to our new home?"

"Well, because of my new job. I'm going to be working where you will be going to school, so are going to spend most of our time there. But we will have a some house in London to go to at Christmas and in the summer. You know the school I went to and I met your dad…" Harry nodded "... well that is where you are going to school, Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. It will feel like home."