(All Characters belong to J.K. Rowling.)

Chapter 1: The Curse

She was hiding under the bed with Harry. Harry was sleeping, thankfully. He would not make any noise. Maybe Voldemort would pass. It was then she heard it. The shrill, evil scream. The noise stirred Harry, and he crawled towards it.

        "Harry, no!" screamed Lily. The house was dark, and it would be hard for Voldemort to spot his small body, she hoped.

        Harry was a fast crawler, and Lily knew she would have to run after him. But again, she heard Voldemort's voice.

        "Harry William Potter, you are mine now," whispered the evil voice. Lily heard Harry giggle and pictured him smiling his toothless grin.

Lily was inching along the dark hall, hoping to stay out of view of Voldemort but trying to get to her son. Voldemort had placed Harry in his bouncer and lifted his wand.

"AVADA KADAVRA!"

Lily closed her eyes to shield herself from the bright green light. She heard Harry wail, then a gasp. After, there was nothing.

        "I'm sorry James." Lily then went to collect Harry's body. But, when she turned on the hallway light, Harry was alive. Yes, he was unconscious, but alive. Voldemort was gone. The curse had reversed.

        Lily picked up Harry and hurried downstairs. James, she knew, was dead. But Harry wasn't. Lily wrapped Harry in a blanket and left for a muggle hospital, where no attention would be called upon either of them.

        Two years later, after James was buried, Harry and Lily moved to a small wizard town. It was a ramshackle of a house, but Lily used her magic to make it look like a beautiful cottage.

Harry, however, was not well. He had nightmares every night. Often, he would get terrible headaches after seeing flashes of bright green light. Lily knew it was the curse. She needed help. She needed James.

One morning, as Lily brought Harry's breakfast to his room, Lily witnessed something amazing. Harry was playing on the floor with his quidditch action figures. Harry had been frail and bedridden ever since James was killed.

"Harry, honey, breakfast," said Lily, trying to hide her amazement.

"Mummy, look at the quidditch field. I made it, Mummy."

"Harry, does your head hurt you?"

"No. Watch me play quidditch."

"Come on Harry. Go sit at your table."

To Lily's surprise, Harry ran to the table. He was not winded the least bit. Harry had never run before.

What will happen next? Is Harry cured? I know this wasn't really good, but it's my first FanFic. Please rate high.