I do not own Harry Potter. Now that thats out of the way. This just popped into my head and I had to get it up before I forgot it. Please enjoy.

The Possibilities Of A Different Path

James and Lily were dancing. They had just been married in a beautiful ceremony, they were just out of school and they had their whole lives ahead of them with some very promising career aspects. Life was looking up in spite of the war with Voldemort.

James looked around at the guests. Sirius was dancing with his date, Joy, and even Remus had been dragged up to dance by Amelia. Frank and Alice looked lovely together and Minerva was sitting with her husband. She was smiling, but he could tell it was fake. Her husband was dying, hit with a curse by Voldemort himself. The curse was draining his life-force. He only had a few more months to live, but he came out in public, he showed them that he would live and fight until his dying breath.

He looked down at his new wife and smiled. She looked beautiful. Even better, she looked happy. And that made him happy. He truly loved her and everything about her. She looked up at him and shared his smile, her eyes glittering, and laughed as he spun her around under his arm a couple of times. The night was truly perfect.

And then James felt a tug on the wards. Someone who wasn't meant to be there was trying to get through. He pulled out his wand and motioned for others to do the same. They cleared the dance floor of all but a dozen people who had their wands out ready. James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, Joy, Amelia, Minerva and her husband, Amelia's brother and sister in law and Frank and Alice all stood in a crescent, so as to avoid hitting each other, and raised their wands ready to stop the gate crashers. Dumbledore had gone straight back to the castle after the ceremony stating that he did not have time to party, but that he wished them all the best in married life.

The intruders broke through the wards and appeared in the middle of the dance floor. People barely had a chance to recognise the Death Eater cloaks before they were hit with a combination of a dozen blasting curses and cutting hexes.

Severus Snape was standing outside the wards, waiting impatiently for them to be brought down by the ward master with them. Now Snape was usually a very patient man, you had to be to be a potions master. For this particular mission though, he couldn't wait to get started. For he would finally get everything he always wanted, revenge, power and Lily.

He had been a Death Eater for over a year and, as a reward for recruiting Peter Pettigrew to the ranks of the Death Eaters as a spy, he was granted the honour of leading this raid against Potter's own wedding party. True he was only leading five other Death Eaters, two of which were inner circle members as the Dark Lord wanted some experience on this mission, but everyone would scream and run when they arrived anyway, including Potter and Black, all bark and no bite that they were. It was what always happened. And when he returned to the Dark Lord victorious he would be offered a place in the inner circle.

As for Potter, well, he would torture him of course, to the brink of insanity, but not with the cruciatus, no, something far worse. He would take Lily in front of him. He would show him what a real man could do. He'd throw a few spells at him every now and again. And then, when the pathetic excuse of a man had given up hope, he'd kill him after assuring him that he'd be reunited with Lily. Of course he wouldn't specify how long it would be.

The Lestrange brothers, the two inner circle members, were very exited. They had their own grabs to make. They planned on grabbing Andromeda Tonks because she had been meant for Rabastian, the older brother, before she went and eloped with a mudblood. First they would kill him and then they would put her through so much pain that she'd be begging them to take her just to end it. And yes, they would both take her as they always shared everything, just like they would share Bellatrix when she married Rodolphus. They also wanted her four year old freak of a daughter. She would grow and as a Metamorphmagus she would make playtime all the more fun. And the Dark Lord could always use another spy, something she would be perfect for. While they were at it they might as well go for the package and take Sirius. Not Narcissa, she was promised to Lucius Malfoy, besides he'd already promised them some time with her, but they could always make Sirius pay for betraying his family. And when Regulus finally joined he would be given free pass to do what ever he wanted with his family as rewards. They had it all planned out.

The other three were new recruits, just about to start their seventh year at Hogwarts. They had no illusions of power or rewards yet, they just wanted to kill and rape, but they would soon rise amongst the ranks, or so they thought.

Finally the ward master broke through the last of the wards and the Death Eaters left with a crack.

They arrived in the ball room and found a dozen wands pointing at them and a bunch of spells racing towards them. Snape's last thought was wondering why nobody had run screaming from their presence. The rest just thought 'Oh Shit!'

The failed raid of the Potter's wedding would come to be known as the turning point of the war. The photo in The Prophet of the Potters and ten of their guest's cutting down and blasting through Death Eaters brought hope to the people that they could be killed, they weren't invulnerable, and so the people fought back. Voldemort found himself outnumbered. His troops were being killed fast and no one wanted to join him for fear of being killed. Regulus joined him and then began to pass information to his brother. Some of this information was about a spy and led to Peter being discovered. Lucius Malfoy was killed in a desperate raid attempt not one month after his son was born. Narcissa requested to take the name Black again and was allowed. When Regulus went missing and was presumed dead the House of Black showed its true colours and backed the Potters. Their motto meant 'Always Pure' and everyone had always assumed that they meant blood. They liked it that way as it meant they could infiltrate dark organisations and take them down from the inside. Dark organisations weren't pure. The motto really meant 'Always Pure' of mind, of soul, of heart and of magic. All magic was naturally pure, it was how you used it that mattered. Ripping your soul to pieces by killing was not pure.

They had never wanted the daughters of the House of Black anywhere near Voldemort. They knew he was a master of Legilimency and thus had the power to brainwash people to believe what he believed. They had taught all the children of House of Black occlumency to protect their minds, but to be able to protect completely against Voldemort they would need decades to practice, decades they didn't have. The girls were prepared to do what they had to do. Andromeda was in love though and wanted to marry Ted Tonks. She came up with the idea that she would elope with him and she would be 'disowned.' It would look like discord within the house and people would under estimate them.

The Blacks had sent their heir into Gryffindor with his cousin, James, to protect him, and they made it seem they hated him. They pretended to disown him just as they had 'disowned' Andromeda. They were waiting for the end of the war to 'bring them back to the family' so to speak, but Orion died of grief when Regulus died, his wife wasn't too far behind him. She left behind a cursed painting of herself. It would revert to its normal state only when the next Lord Black accepted his position. When people thought about that they had to admit, it was no wonder they were a Slytherin family.

James and Lily had a baby boy who they named Harry James and decided to take a small break from the war to look after Harry. During this time Dumbledore told them of a prophecy that could be about their son. So they extended their break for a while to wait out the war.

Voldemort's army was decimated. He had lost so many. He was powerful yes, but without funding, powerful political allies and an army he couldn't do any damage. So he crept away to plot. He went into hiding. He disappeared and the war officially ended on October thirty first Nineteen Eighty One. People celebrated his fall from power, but no body believed he was gone for good. Fudge ran for minister claiming just that and was told to literally piss off by someone in the crowd. Bartemius Crouch Senior became the next minister and he prepared the country for Voldemort's possible return, to make sure he, nor any other Dark Lord, could never get a foothold in Britain ever again. His son Bartemius Crouch Junior, having just left Hogwarts, was already in auror training. If he didn't become head of the DMLE, then he could at least become head of the Auror office and still make his dad proud.

Sirius took up his position of Lord Black and 'welcomed' Andromeda back to the family, along with her husband and daughter. His mothers portrait reverted to the mother he had known growing up. Unfortunately Kreacher seemed to be a bit demented and wouldn't trust Sirius. He truly believed that Sirius had broken his mother's heart and wouldn't listen to anything otherwise. Sirius knew it would be cruel give him clothes, so he allowed Kreacher to stay and asked the Malfoy's odd elf Dobby to help around the house.

In the spring after Voldemort's disappearance, Lily gave birth to twin girls. Lily Selene and Rose Marie were born identical twins on the twenty third of April Nineteen Eighty Two at ten in the morning. By one that afternoon they both had changed their hair colour, they were Metamorphmagus'. Harry grew up loved with many family and friends, but was it to last.

So ... Reviews, thoughts and comments are appriciated. P.S. In this story the twins are their own characters and not other people. Also, I am not sure yet as to what ship this should be, please review and let me know if you want a Harry/Hermione or a Harry/Luna fic. I really don't mind for this fic, either will work.