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Early October, 1981

The door opened to reveal a young redheaded woman with dazzling green eyes. She squinted into the dark and upon recognizing the man standing in the shadows cried, "Dumbledore! What are you doing here? Oh, but come in of course." She opened the door further and stepped back to allow him entry.

"Good evening, Lily," said Dumbledore smiling at her. "How are the twins?"

"Just great," she laughed as she led him into the living room. "They run all over and get into everything."

"Where is James, Lily?"

"Upstairs. He should be down in a minute; he's just finishing putting Harry to bed. I had just gotten Emily down before you knocked." She paused and looked at Dumbledore. "Was there something you needed, Dumbledore?" she asked.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and sighed. This was not going to be an enjoyable conversation. "If you don't mind, Lily, I'd like to wait for James to join us before I explain."

At that moment, they heard a soft pounding on the stairs, and a second later James appeared around the corner. "Lily, you won't believe how long it took to get Harry to go to sleep, but of course Emily's already—Dumbledore!" he broke off, seeing the headmaster for the first time. "What are you doing here?" Seeing the twinkling in Dumbledore's eyes, he added, "Not that we don't enjoy your visits; I mean. . ." James plopped down next to Lily across from Dumbledore and stared at the older man.

Dumbledore sighed again. How to explain . . . . "Well, James, I have reason to believe that your son is in great danger from Lord Voldemort."

"Harry?" gasped Lily staring wide-eyed at him.

"Why?" demanded James at the same time. "Why is he in danger from Lord Voldemort?"

Glancing between them, Dumbledore said, "You must understand I can't reveal how I know this, but Lord Voldemort believes the boy will grow up to destroy him. The solution, in Voldemort's mind, is to kill the boy before he grows old enough to become a threat. To protect him, you must go into hiding immediately. I would suggest a Fidelius Charm. Your location would be known only to one, your Secret Keeper, and it would be impossible for Voldemort to discover your whereabouts unless told by your Secret Keeper."

He paused to see if they had any questions, but James and Lily were silent staring at each other, looking deep into each other's eyes and holding a silent conversation. Dumbledore coughed quietly, and they whipped around to face him. He added quietly, "I want you to know that I will assist you in whatever way I can."

"He's after Harry?" asked James for confirmation. Dumbledore nodded. "And the only way to keep him safe is to go into hiding?" Again, he nodded.

"What about Emily?" asked Lily. "Is he after her as well?"

This time Dumbledore shook his head saying, "And since he's not after her, it would be best if Emily did not remain with Harry."

"What?" gasped Lily staring at Dumbledore, her mouth hanging open.

James spoke up. "Dumbledore, why would you ask us to send Emily away? We're her parents. We need to take care of her."

"I know," said Dumbledore, his eyes troubled. "But since she's not the one Voldemort is after, she would be safer farther away from Harry. If something went wrong, it would be far easier to run away with one baby, not two."

Lily acknowledged the truth of his words in her head, but she couldn't get her heart to accept it. James scratched his head, glancing at Lily who was staring into space, misery etched across her face. "When you put it that way, it makes sense, I guess. What would you suggest we do to protect Emily?"

"Do you know anyone who would take the girl in for an extended visit? Relatives?"

Lily was shaking her head, "My sister and her husband hate us. They would never agree to take Emily in."

"What about family friends?"

Lily bit her lip, thinking. "I suppose Mary might take her in. Mary MacDonald, or rather Mary Freeman now, is Emily's godmother. She loves Emily to death; I'm sure she wouldn't mind taking her in for awhile."

"Good," said Dumbledore rising from the couch. "I'll leave you two now. Remember, everything must be taken care of as soon as possible. You know where to find me." They nodded and walked him to the door and silently watched as he walked a short distance away before disapparating with a loud crack.