James awoke with a jolt. Last thing he remembered was that Voldemort had arived and knocked him unconscious. All he could think about was his wife and twins, Harry and Daniel.

He climbed up the stairs and opened the nursery door to find an unconscious Lily and two wailing babies.

"ennervate" he whispered at Lily's body.

She groaned and asked if the kids were okay.

"Yeah." James said as he approached the crib. He noticed Harry had a lightening shaped scar and Daniel had a large gash on his face that James quickly healed, forming a scar.

A minute passed before Dumbledore arrived.

After a brief ten minutes Dumbledore came to a conclusion.

"Your son Daniel was hit by Voldemort's spell, causing that scar. I think the blast knocked Voldemort out of his body, I don't think he's dead. Now your son will forever be known as The Boy Who Lived." Dumbledore said.

"Okay." The parents said in unison.

"Now in a undetermined amount of time, Voldemort will return, we have to train Daniel his entire life if he is to fulfill the prophecy, which means no distractions, we'll have to send Harry to your sister's until he turns eleven." Dumbledore said.

"But she hates magic." Lily argued.

"She won't hate her own flesh and blood relative." Dumbledore assured her.

"Okay." Lily mumbled, tears streaming down her cheeks. James hugged her, and said everything would work out.