1Do you ever wonder what would've happened if A) Lily and James didn't choose Peter as they're secret-keeper or B) Found out Peter was the spy? Well, my friends, this is another one of those stories!

I assume everyone has read Deathly Hollows by now, so there shouldn't be any WTF moments during the story.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. I DO however own the plot and a few OCs..

Don't forget to review! Oh, and I might make a few references from various TV shows and movies, so...yeah.

Pairings: LilyxJames, SiriusxOC, SnapexLily, OcxOC.

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Prologue

April 5th, 1980

In a run-down house just outside of Yorkshire sat two men dressed in black robes. It was almost midnight.

"Three months, Severus." Said one of the men. "Three months until I know my equal."

Severus pulled down his hood. "Yes, my Lord. What do you intend to do?"

"You say there is a group of wizards loyal to Dumbledore working in London?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"We need to get one of them to work with us." Voldemort stood up and began pacing. "They won't come easily...we'll have to force them to."

Severus thought for a minute. There had to be someone too weak to work for Voldemort. But who?

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April 7th, 1980

Peter Pettigrew sighed as he apparated into his flat. With his job at the Leaky Cauldron, he finally raised enough money for a flat of his own.

Peter stiffened as he heard a creak. He gulped and pulled out his wand. "Who's there?" His voice quivered in fear. After a few minutes, he heard nothing. He sighed in relief and headed to his kitchen to make some lunch.

"Drop the sandwich." Said a voice from the doorway of the kitchen.

Peter yelped, turned around and threw the samdwich at the intruder, but missed. Peter pulled out his wand...

"Stupefy!" Cried Severus.

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"Who is he?"

Severus brought an unconscious Peter to Voldemort. He tied Peter up so he wouldn't escape.

"His name is Peter Pettigrew." Severus explained. "He and I used to go to school together. He was in Gryffindor, and he had this little circle of friends who nicknamed him Wormtail."

"Why such a nickname?"

"He and his friends are animagi." Severus went on. "Pettigrew's form is a rat."

"I see." Voldemort raised his wand and aimed it at Peter. "Ennervate!"

Peter's eyes snapped open. He gasped as he surveyed his surroundings. He sat up and scrambled against the wall looking for his wand.

Severus held Peter's wand up. "Looking for this?"

Peter sweated and shook with fear. "Pl...please don't hurt me."

Voldemort chuckled. "I've heard about you, Wormtail. You're loyal to Dumbledore. You're weak. I need information."

Peter gulped. "And...wh-wh-wh-what m-m-m-makes you th-think I'm ju-just g-gonna give it t-to you?"

"Crucio!" Voldemort bellowed. Peter screamed in pain and twitched around. When he stopped twitching, he was sobbing. Voldemort raised his wand again. "Crucio!"

Peter continued screaming. "No! Stop! I'll give you the information you want!"

'That was fast...' Thought Severus.

Voldemort smirked in satisfaction. "Good. You will give me any information I need or want from Dumbledore, but you will tell no one else that you are working for me. If you do...I will not hesitate to kill you. Understood?"

Peter gulped and nodded. Voldemort smiled in satisfaction. Hios plan was slowly forming...

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April 10th, 1980

James Potter sighed as he plopped on his couch in his sitting room. 'One more year of Auror training...' he thought wearily. He pulled out his wand and summoned a bottle of butterbeer. He took a swig when the doorbell rang. He got to answer it. "Professor Dumbledore? What a surprise! Come in." James led Dumbledore into the sitting room.

"Thank you, James. You're very kind." Dumbledore sat down on one of the chairs facing the couch.

"Can I get you something to eat or drink?" James asked politely.

"No thank you." James sat down across from his old headmaster. Dumbledore sighed. "I have something very important I need to talk to you about, James.

"Okay." James leaned forward, listening intently.

"Six months ago, I went to see the great-granddaughter of the celebrated seer Cassandra Trelawny for the post of the Divination professor. After our meeting, I was met with disappointment. I turned to leave, then all of a sudden, Sybil Trwelawny spoke as if she were in a trance."

James raised his eyebrows. "What did she say?"

"She said that at the end of July, a boy will be born to those who thrice defied Lord Voldemort. Voldemort will mark him as his equal, but he'll have powers Voldemort knows not. Neither can live while the other survives." Dumbledore explained.

James was speechless. "Uh...well...what does that have to do with me?"

"Your wife and Alice Longbottom are both due at the end of July of this year. Correct?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes..." James said slowly. "But...birth isn't always accurate, right? I mean, James Jr. Could be early or late. Same goes for Alice's baby."

Dumbledore nodded. "You have a good point there. I just wanted to warn you about this in case something happens."

"All right, then." James stood up and smiled. "Thank you. And...would you mind keeping this a secret from Lily?"

"Of course not." Dumbledore replied. "You'll have to tell her eventually, though. She has a right to know."

"I know. I will tell her when the time is right."

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July 31st, 1980

It was nine minutes to midnight. Lily had been in labor for almost seven hours. James sat on a chair in the waiting room of St. Mungo's. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

'Please don't be born for at least another ten minutes, please don't be born for at least another ten minutes, please don't be born for at least another ten minutes...' James kept repeating to himself.

"Oi, Prongs!" James looked up to see Sirius walking to him.

James smiled. "Padfoot. Glad you could make it."

Sirius sat down. "Ah. Wouldn't miss it for the world. How's Lily doing?"

"Well, she's been screaming in the delivary room for the last half hour." James gestured to the room. "Should be any minute now."

Sirius hesitated, looked aro8nd and sighed. "Have you told Lily yet?"

"About...?"

"The prophecy, James."Sirius rolled his eyes. "She's bound to find out sooner or later."

"Yeah, I know..." James picked a spot on the wall he was facing and stared. "It's just...the thought of our son being the most likely target as Voldemort's equal...and...either he'll come out as murderer or victim..."

Sirius shrugged. "So what if he is? He'd still be your son. If he is targeted, we'll protect him at all costs. We'll also give him the best damn life anyone's ever had."

James smiled. "You know what? You're right. I shouldn't let this whole prophecy thing bother me."

"There you go." Sirius clapped Jame's shoulder. "Now...go see your wife. You're almost a sodding father now."

James chuckled and stood up. "See you in a bit, Padfoot."

As James approached the delivary room, Lily let out one ast loud ear-piercing scream. Then James heard the sound of a baby crying. His son. Jame's checked his watch. It was 11:59.

'Yeesh. Talk about "born as the seventh month dies"...' James thought wryly. He smiled, opened the door and walked in.

Lily turned to her husband and smiled. She was covered with sweat and tears. "Oh, James, we have a son!"

James walked over and kissed his wife on the head. "He's beautiful, Lily."

"He has your hair." Lily said, smiling.

"And your eyes." James commented. "What shall we name him?"

Lily thought for a minute. "How about Harry. After your father?"

James swallowed the lump forming in his throat at the memory of his father. "I think that's a good idea."

"Harry James Potter." Lily smiled fondly at her newborn son. "I love you."

James took one of Harry's timny little hands. "I love you, too, son."

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A few days later, James and Lily were able to bring Harry home. Lily had just put Harry to bed. She walked into her and Jame's bedroom and sat on their bed. James sat on the edge in deep thought.

"James? Wht's up?" Lily asked, concerned.

James took a deep breath. "There's something I need to tell you."

Lily listened intently asa James explained about the prophecy...and who it might be talking about. After Jaes finished, Lily just stared.

"I...I don't know what to say..." Lily looked away. "I mean...Alice had her baby the day before Harry was born. There's a good chance he'll choose her son. Do the Longbottoms know about this?"

James shrugged. "I didn't talk to them about it."

"Okay." Lily nodded. "Thanks for letting me know."

"We can protect Harry, Lily." James assured her. "Voldemort may not even target him."

"I know." Lily said looking at James now. "It's just...the thought of what would happen if You-Know-Who does target Harry..."

James pulled Lily in for a hug. "I know. I'm scared, too."

They both let their minds wander to what would happen in one year, five years, or even ten years.

'Hopefully Harry isn't targeted...' Both parents thought sadly.

Little did they know, their wish did not come true.

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