What's with Potter men and Red-heads!

This story is based on Goblet of Fire and does not apply to the books after that.

Chapter 1:

Lilly and James were now living in Godric's Hollow. It was the safest place for hiding, and Voldemort would probably never suspect it.

"I don't know, James" Lilly said quietly, "There's something I can't put my finger on. Maybe we shouldn't of changed secret keepers."

"What could possibly posses you to say that, Lils" James asked, "You don't trust Peter?"

"I don't know, James" she repeated, "It's a feeling I have. About something going to happen soon."

"Maybe you're just worrying too much."

"You think?"

"You need a break, Lily. You've been tiring yourself at the ministry to much. Live a little. Look at the beautiful autumn landscape outside. There's nothing like autumn in England, huh? Today's Halloween we should celebrate."

"Except for the fact we can't see are friends anymore and we can barely go outside for the fear that Voldemort would pop up and kill us along with poor Harry. I'm scared, James."

James sighed, and looked away. "So am I, Lily. So am I."

Silence followed, and it was only shattered when there was a piercing cry from baby Harry from his crib. Lilly hurriedly went to him, and picked him up gently, humming a soft lullaby in the process. James watched his wife and son tenderly from the corner of his eye, and held out his arms.

"Let me hold him."

Lily handed him Harry, and he rocked his fragile son like he was a piece of glass. Harry gurgled, and looked up at his father with large almond-shaped eyes that sparkled brightly. His small hand went up to the growing tuft of black hair on his head, and squealed.

"Look at him!" exclaimed Lilly, laughing, "Already like you, James, messing up his hair like you used to do when you were at Hogwarts."

"Nah." James shook his head, "I don't think Harry's like me at all, Lilly. There's something about him that I just can't put my finger on. I actually feel myself vibrate whenever I hold him, and I feel a sense of power radiate from his body. This boy will grow up to powerful, Lils, I can feel it. He may look like me, but he has your personality, and that's something Harry's blesses with. Having my type of personality is something he'd hate me for when he is older."

"You aren't that bad."

"Oh?"

"You aren't an arrogant, bullying toerag anymore, that's for sure. Why else would I have married you? I wouldn't have looked at you twice if you didn't change and actually start to grow up in are sixth year."

"You were rather harsh on me, though, I have to say. You hated everything about me, and were suspicious whenever I did a good deed. By Merlin, it was if I was the Devil himself."

Lilly was quiet for a few moments before she spoke. "I have that feeling again, James."

"Lilly…"

"No. I have to tell you this. I fell as if we'll get killed and won't be together again. However, I have a feeling Harry will live. We will die, but Harry will live and thrive in the Wizarding World once more, and defeat Voldemort."

"Oh, so now you're like Trelawney, that old hag?"

"James, I'm serious. I know it sounds completely ludicrous and fantastic, but it's a strong feeling that I just can't shake off."

"You could of a least spared the part where we're supposed to die. I'm only twenty-one, and I have my whole life ahead of me. We're the famous pair of Aurors at the ministry, and everyone knows and respects us. I'm not about to have my life ended by some insane Dark Wizard who's going to take over the world.

"What if it's true, James? What if we do die, but Harry miraculously lives?"

James looked thoughtful for a moment, as he rocked Harry back to sleep again. "Harry will be a hero, then. He'll be popular as soon as he steps onto the grounds of Hogwarts, though many people might fear him. He'll be kinder and more considerate then I ever was, and wouldn't be cocky, arrogant or cruel. He'll grow up to be exactly how I'd want my son to be." Tears came to his eyes as he said this.

"No one will watch him, though."

"Plenty of people will. Sirius, Remus, Peter, and your friends, not to mention the rest of the order."

"James, what happens if those people can't watch him?"

"Then Harry will have to raise himself up without us. Lily, why are you brooding about this? It's not like this is really going to happen."

A loud knock interrupted James, and Lilly clutched her husband's arm fearfully, her heart pounding loudly.

"Lily, take Harry and go! Go! Run! It's him! I'll hold him off—"

The door flew wide open, revealing the skeleton-like body of Lord Voldemort. He laughed harshly, and his red eyes scrutinized the scene.

"James Potter, we meet again" he said softly. "I remember you as a boy at Hogwarts. Rude, arrogant, just like your parents. However, there needn't be any reason for you to be anymore. I will make this death quick and painless, shall I?"

"You'll never get to them" hissed James.

"Avada Kedavra!" roared Voldemort.

James eyes' widened, as his body turned stiff and fell to the floor with a thump. His expression was a mixture of fear and also of determination. Though he did not want to, he had been prepared to die.

Lilly gasped, as she held Harry closer to her chest. No, it couldn't be. She looked over her husband's dead body, as tears ran down her cheeks. James Potter, the man she'd known ever since she was eleven, was dead. Her love, the light of her life beside her son, was gone.

Memories of her Hogwarts days flashed in Lily's mind. The first train ride to Hogwarts… She and James glaring at each other… dancing with James… laughing with James… James proposing… James kissing her…

It was all too painful. Though they did not like each other many times in their life, they were still in love. Now, James was gone. She stared at his face, her whole body shaking. If Voldemort would kill her, she would be prepared for it.

"Please" she whispered. "Not Harry, not Harry!"

"Stand aside now, girl, stand aside-"

"Please, not Harry! I'll do anything!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl."

"Take me, kill me instead."

There, she had said it. She wanted Harry to live and flourish. She didn't want him to die at the hands of this man. Lilly wanted to see her baby boy grow up, marry, and be happy, and she would risk her life to see that happen.

"Avada Kedavra!"

One partnership ended that night! Another one began, when Ginerva Weasley was born, a few months later.