NOTE: This was up on my old account as "free all angels", but I deleted it and continued the story on my new one. I didn't write harry potter so don't sue me it's a fanfic!

Prologue

"Come on big boy, time for bed." A fiery redhead smiled down at a tiny baby - evidently her son. She lifted him off the floor into her fragile looking arms, which were the colour of fresh milk, dotted with a few freckles.

The little boy curled his chubby little baby fingers around chunks of the glowing red hair into pudgy little fists. He giggled as his mother brushed the messy mass of black on the top of his head that made up his hair, away from his forehead to reveal a startling pair of green eyes. She remembered that colour, it was the same as the fresh pickled toads that she had used in potion classes at school, a few years ago. These eyes, James - the boy's father, her husband – said, looked like emeralds, glistering in the sunlight, radiating happiness and joy. Looking into her only son's eyes, she felt happy. They were the same eyes as she had. She noted that he would soon need glasses, like her, probably. Their eyes were incredibly similar.

"Daddy!" the little boy tugged at his mother's hair, which was still in his fist, at the sight of his father. Their hair was incredibly similar; James's darker than Harry's was, and a little bit messier. Harry's mother handed the boy to James, and left them in the lounge, after greeting James with a kiss. She pulled a long stick out of her pocket, and flicked it, producing some gold and silver sparks. The little boy, though he did not know it yet, was a special boy. He was unlike many one-year-olds in Britain; indeed Harry Potter was a wizard.

He was also and extra special wizard. He was, with his parents, in hiding. In hiding form the most evil and terrible wizard that had lived in a long, long time. The most evil and terrible wizard since Grindewald. Nothing was going to stop him. Harry didn't understand his parent's worries their fears. He sensed that they were rather uneasy, but didn't inquire it any further, for his range of vocabulary, at the age of one, did not extend far enough for people to understand fully what he meant when he spoke.

Harry squeezed a fistful of fabric from his father's robe, trying to be reassuring.

"James?" Lily came back into the room, carrying a bottle of frothing substance, labelled Butterbeer' and handed it to James. She looked right up at James. Her eyes were full of fear and worry, but most of all love. She loved James, and feared loosing him more than she feared loosing herself. She was so scared that they were going to die.

"Lily, go to sleep, I'll tuck him up. Sirius was going to come check on us tonight. But he has stuff to finish at the office so he'll be late. I can handle Sirius you know, we've been best mates for a long time." Lily smiled, gave James a quick kiss on the lips, making her way to the mahogany staircase in the hall.

"Thiriuth!" Harry felt a little forgotten; he also loved his godfather very much.

"Yes Sirius is coming tonight." Lily, laughed, doubled back to give Harry his kiss.

"Look! Peepa!" Although he was only one year old, Harry already had his sharp seeker instincts, and he saw, out of the corner of his eye as a cloaked hooded figure passed the front of the house. Although there was not a trace of evidence that the figure was Peter, Harry knew.

Lily looked worried. Frowning she turned to her husband, who was laughing.

"No Harry, Peter is in Devon, we can go visit him when all this is over."

When all this is over, was a great topic of conversation in the Potter household. No one actually knew when "all this" would be over. Voldemort was the most evil Wizard in centuries, and he seemed unstoppable. He was taking over Europe by storm, his followers (who called themselves Death Eaters) were taking over most Asian Countries, he had complete rule of Japan, Indonesia, Malaysia and Korea, China was putting up a good fight. Western Countries were overflowing with refugees, hospitals all over were short of staff, some of the injuries were terrible, others fatal. The death toll rose by hundreds every week.

Lily and James had gone into hiding a year ago now. Albus Dumbledore was the greatest wizard around for centuries. He was the wizard that had defeated Grindewald in 1945, and he had made many exceedingly important discoveries, some say magical breakthroughs. Anyhow, Albus Dumbledore was a great friend of the Potters, and was one of the few wizards who did not fear Voldemort and would do anything to stop him. Slowly, one by one, Voldemort killed off all such wizards, and the Potters were his next targets.

The Potters and their friends, but they didn't matter; he just needed to kill the Potters. And most importantly Harry, for there was a prophecy. About a boy, the son on those who had escaped him three times already that would rise and be as powerful as him. Voldemort of course could not have this. He was the great ruler in the wizarding world, so he must get rid of this child. But was it the Potters or the Longbottom's son? Whichever it was he would kill both boys, and their parents too. However, Lily and James, (and Frank and Alice), being how they were, had a few advantages in this situation.

The first and biggest one was the fact that Albus was a good friend of theirs. This meant that they had a lot of protection from him, and also had the Order of the Phoenix (a network of spies) all trying to find information for them. Albus Dumbledore was the one that came up with the idea of the Fidelius Charm. Well, he didn't invent it, but he told Lily and James that they ought to use it. After a lot of discussion they decided that living at Hogwarts (they had been hiding there for 8 months then) was getting of hand, and not the best for Harry, their baby boy. Naturally James' best friend, Sirius was to be James and Lily's secret keeper and so it was all arranged. As far as anyone else knew it. James and Sirius however, had another plan up their sleeve. No one else, not even Lily knew that in fact, Peter Pettigrew was the secret keeper of the Potters. Sirius could not see them, which was why James had to always make up excuses for why he would be late. He never could come and see his friends.

The Potter just moved into their new house a few days ago, they had stayed at Hogwarts a couple of days to make sure the charm was fully sealed and working. The had bought a small house in Godric's Hollow, a tiny village in the outskirts of Edinburgh in Scotland a couple of years after leaving school, but hardly had a chance to live in it since. There were still boxes and bags to be unpacked which Lily couldn't be bothered doing, even the magical way. James still went on regular meeting with Dumbledore, and the spy network, which had been created, therefore it seemed to Lily as if he was working again.

Lily hadn't worked at all since her maternity leave a year and a half ago, as they immediately went into hiding. She didn't mind, she just stayed at home and cared for Harry. She had no contact with her friends from school. It was too much of a risk to tell anyone where she was, or in fact that they were even in hiding. The thing was that there was definitely a spy working for Voldemort but no one knew who that was. Was it a close friend of James'? Or Lily? It was anyone's guess. The only person, according to Lily, who knew where they were, was Sirius and Sirius would rather be tortured and killed a slow and painful death than betray his best friend.

***

But it was not so. At that very moment, Peter Pettigrew – their true secret keeper - was standing outside the Potter's house, an evil grin spread on his face, looking up at the sky, chanting. The words that escaped his mouth were full of hate, twisted and disgusting words in a dark, long-dead language. The words, as soon as they left his lips, dissolved into the air each word adding another part to the picture. The picture was a revolting sign in the sky. It was an enormous skull, composed of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue. It rose higher and higher, blazing in a haze of green smoke.

When the Dark Mark was complete in the sky Pettigrew, who also went by the name of Wormtail, looked at it with pride in his eyes. He touched the tip of his wand on his forearm, which was tattooed with an identical sing to the one in the air – the Dark Mark. He winced with the pain that penetrated his veins, as it seethed through his body like fire burning his every cell. The mark glowed black and a tall man, cloaked in black apperated beside him.

This man was cloaked in black velvet, he had a pale, pale white face, with slits for his nose, an evil twisted smile, and red eyes. A trickle of blood ran from his mouth, and he rose a crude, raw, bony finger to his mouth and wiped away the blood.

"I was busy Wormtail. This better be important." The man did not speak. He hissed, a vile voice that was similar a snake's hiss leaked his mouth and terror was in his eyes. Power. Absolute power, a terrifying power was what filled those repulsive red eyes.

"I have them My Lord. The Potter's are all yours. They are at this moment in the house that we are standing beside."

"They are? Good, good. Wormtail for this you will be honored beyond your dreams. The greatest Death Eater to ever live. I will even give you gratification of Killing that Evans girl after I am done with the stupid Potter."

A wave of guilt passed Wormtail's face and he momentarily felt like throwing up.

"I would be honored my lord." The memories of Lily and James in their school days passed his mind briefly, but were soon replaced with dreams of how wonderful life was going to be. Him, Peter Pettigrew, the right hand man of the greatest Wizard to ever walk this earth! That would show everyone, everyone who thought he'd amount to nothing.

"Take me to them Wormtail."

***

Lily put her arms around James. He had come back down to the Lounge after putting Harry to bed.

"He asleep?" she muttered into his shoulder, as he held her close.

"Was muttering about how he wanted to see Peepa.' Miss him myself, I must say." He kissed Lily, and they sat with their glasses of Butterbeer in front of the roaring fire, idly chatting, keeping close.

"James, you know I love you no matter what?"

"I know," he said kissing her, "I love you too."

A sound came from the garden, waking Harry, and making Lily and James jump. James went to check out what it was, while Lily grabbed her wand, which was around the back of the house in the Kitchen.

"It's him! Lily Run, get Harry, and run! I'll hold him back! JUST RUN!" James shouted frantically. Lily didn't need telling twice, she ran faster than she had ever in her life up the stairs to grab Harry. She loved Harry and James so much. She would not be able to stand it if either of them died. Her heard was racing she was so scared.

"So Potter, we meet again." She heard Voldemort talking to James downstairs. Frantically she tried to think of a way to escape. The only way to get out would be to Run for it. She couldn't apperate, not with Harry, and the broomsticks were downstairs. She heard a crash. James and Voldemort were duelling. It was followed by another explosion, and she felt the walls shake. If she didn't hurry up she would be crushed to death by the rubble of the house.

Deciding to run for it, she sprinted down the stairs, Harry grabbing on to her tightly. In the lounge, Voldemort was sending more spells in James' direction. He was badly hurt, and had blood trickling from his brow. The Evil wizard looked to be enjoying himself. Lily looked in disgust. She couldn't just leave James. He was about to open her mouth when Voldemort cornered James, and flicked his wand. The house shook again.

"GO LILY RUN" screamed James, as Voldemort laughed, "Avada Kedavra"

James fell to the ground in a flash of green light.

Lily Ran. She could hear Voldemort behind her, but she carried on blindly. She couldn't believe it. Sirius, he couldn't have been the spy; he would never betray them, never. She was confused and scared. Something grabbed her, making her trip. She protected her head, doing her best not to hurt him; she fell roughly to the ground. Voldemort was standing in front of her.

"Give me the boy."

"Never" The last thing she would do would be protecting her son. With James dead, he was the only thing that she had left.

"Stand aside you silly girl"

"Have mercy! Please not Harry!" she forgot all of her pride and begged, begged for her son's life.

"Stand aside!"

"NO, take me instead, not Harry!"

"You leave me no choice! Silly, silly girl! Avada Kedavra!"

With those words, Lily squeezed Harry's tiny hand and fell motionless to the ground.

Before she hit the ground, her whole life flashed before her eyes