Note: Hello there, wife of the author, RJMP3. I'm an avid fan of Harry Potter fanfiction, and my husband is an aspiring writer. So naturally, I asked him to write me a Harry Potter fanfiction. I've challenged him to write me an entry every day, so although the chapters may be short, hopefully it will be frequent. I've decided to post what he's writing me here, so that he may be able to get feedback. He's not all too familiar with the HP world, so just consider all of this non-canon. Enjoy, and any reviews are appreciated!

Oh, and we don't own anything.

PROLOGUE

"You shouldn't stay in Godric's Hollow anymore, James. You know he's out to get us."

James Potter shook his head. Leaving was unthinkable. Not when there were so many others at risk.

"Think of the boy, James. Think of Lily! You can't possibly intend to put your family at risk."

"She wants to stay too. We can help in this fight, Albus, you know we can."

"I know. And that is precisely why you must go. Because he knows it too. He'll come for you."

"We'll be fine. Lily and I can take care of ourselves."

"Of that I have no doubt. But can Harry?"

James turned away then from the white-haired wizard. Despite the age difference between them, the two talked as old friends. But being friends doesn't mean you always agree. In this case though, James knew he was right. With Voldemort rising in power and gaining followers faster than anyone ever thought he could, the Potters couldn't just turn their backs on their friends. There was a reason he'd been sorted into Gryffindor, after all. It wasn't in his blood to run in the face of danger. And Lily would agree with him. He knew she would.

But what about Harry?

Their son was not yet a year old, and in the face of a Death Eater attack, what would become of him?

From his chair behind the desk, Albus Dumbledore smiled softly. James had conviction and talent, but he also had conscience. That's what made him who we was. And no matter what happened to the Order, if Lily and James survived, well... There was still hope.

"I don't know where we'd go, Professor."

"It doesn't matter where you go, James. And whatever you do, don't tell me -or anyone else for that matter, where you're off to. Find someplace safe and send an owl. We shouldn't be in touch but once every couple of months. I'll keep you apprised of the situation, and when the time is right, the Order will need you to return."

"How long do you think it'll be?"

"We can only hope it isn't too long, my friend. The world needs the Potter family."

"Albus," James paused slightly, unsure how to frame his question, "How will this end?"

Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkled behind his glasses like they always did. Even in these dire times, he seemed as ready to tell a joke as to speak a hex.

"The way it way it was meant to, my dear boy. It always ends the way it was meant to."