A/N: Hello my lovely readers. I know that it has been a while since I have updated any of my other stories. I am extremely sorry for that. My dementors have been attacking me relentlessly lately and I am trying to keep my head above water. This was actually the first plunny to pop into my head in a while and it was all because of my lovely and dear SaintDionysus posting a picture of Kit Harrington and Rose Leslie, mentioning that they could be Sirius and Lily if James hadn't been in the picture. So, in hopped this little idea.

I promise that I am going to get back to work on my Dramione's soon, but right now, I am quite literally terrified of opening them. I feel that if I do, I will do something to the story line that I regret. So, I'm going to steer away from them for just a bit longer.

This story here changes quite a bit, so it is definitely AU. I really hope you enjoy this prologue. It's not very long, but it gets the story started. Please let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, just the plot line in this story where it deviates from Queen JK's original story.

XoXo,

Elle.

Prologue: October 1981

"LILY! GO! PROTECT HARRY!" James' terrified voice echoed through their house in Godric's Hollow. This was it. This meant that Peter had betrayed them, that Voldemort had found them. Lily ran into Harry's nursery, scooping up the now screaming infant and wrapping him in his favorite blanket.

Downstairs she heard a crash, some glass shattering, and tears speared into her eyes. She could hear the muted voices calling jinxes and curses back and forth, could just envision her beloved home being blasted apart. Lily lifted her wand and quickly summoned all she would need for Harry.

She and James had discussed the various outcomes if this happened. Every plan had always come back to Sirius. James had told Dumbledore just before they went into hiding that if both he and Lily died, they wanted Harry to go to Sirius. Of course, that was if Voldemort didn't succeed in his mission to murder her precious baby.

Lily shook herself back to the task at hand, shrinking the lot of Harry's things and levitating them into a small bag. There was a loud yell from down below, which was abruptly cut off, and the house shook on its foundation as she felt a shockwave blast through the house. Lily felt her heart rip in two. She knew with absolute certainty that James was dead.

Her tears trailed hot and thick down her cheeks as she slung the bag across her chest, her wand clenched in her hand, a white-knuckled death grip on the elegant piece of wood. Lily was just about to spin on her heel and Apparate Harry away to safety when the bedroom door was blasted off the hinges.

Harry was red in the face. His green eyes - the mirror of her own - were clenched tight. His screams were the only thing she heard as her own green eyes, darkened to an olive color in her absolute terror, turned to meet the eyes of Lord Voldemort.

"Give up the babe." His voice was as smooth and warm as honey in a comforting, steaming cup of tea. How someone could make that sentence sound so normal, so welcoming, was beyond Lily.

Her eyes narrowed, her volatile anger flaring along with her nostrils. "I will never give up my son to you. He is just an infant. Harry has done nothing to you."

Gone was the buttery tone, the laugh that left Voldemort's mouth was cold and cruel. "It's not what he has done. It's what young Harry will do, sweet Lily." Lily watched as the most feared wizard in Europe began to lift his wand.

"What makes you so sure it is Harry?" Lily asked. She wasn't sure why she was stalling her escape, but she wanted to hear why this man - for that is all he truly was, just a man - was so sure that her son was the one in the prophecy. Lily knew the full prophecy; she also knew that Voldemort didn't. Severus, traitor though he was, hadn't wanted to risk being discovered by Dumbledore while he eavesdropped and had left before he had heard the full thing.

Those cold, dark eyes looked at her and she could see a slight reddening around the irises, as if they were beginning to change color. "Because, my dear, you and poor James have thrice defied me. Now, give me the babe and I will spare you, just as I promised Severus."

Lily felt sick to her stomach as she heard her former childhood friend's name. "I don't care what you promised Severus. You're not murdering my child."

"Very well then. Avada-" As the words began to drag out of his mouth, green light gathering at the tip of Voldemort's wand, Lily gave a primal scream. A surge of magic and power left her body in a wave as she began to twist on her heel just as the last word left his mouth. The green light filled the room, the jet racing for Harry. Lily prayed to whoever would listen as she Apparated that Harry would be fine when they arrived at Sirius' flat in London.

Seconds later, Lily popped into Sirius' flat, tears still leaving a hot brand down her cheeks as she pulled Harry's blanket from his face. The infant's face was blotchy, his eyes were swollen from crying, and his forehead had a bleeding cut on it in the shape of a lightning bolt. But he was breathing, asleep and breathing. Lily sank to her knees in relief, a grief-stricken sob echoing in the small space. "Oh Harry, thank Merlin, my dear boy, you're okay. But your poor daddy."

Lily buried her nose into her son's unruly black hair that was just like his father's and inhaled his sweet scent, closing her eyes as another sob was wrenched from her chest.

Harry slept through it all, tears dried on his cheeks, the salt staining the corners of his eyes. Lily wet her thumb with her tongue and wiped away the evidence of his distress just as Sirius stormed into the room. "Lil? Where's James?"

Lily looked up at Sirius from her spot on the floor, her eyes red-rimmed and sniffling. What little bit of happiness Sirius had at seeing Lily and Harry disappeared as he took in her forlorn look. Sirius sank to the floor next to her, his eyes glassing over, "He found you? Is James coming in a few minutes?" Lily shook her head, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. "No...no, you-James is? No, he can't be. He's my best mate, he's-we're supposed to go-Peter! That sniveling, backstabbing, traitorous rat. I'm gonna fucking kill him."

"Sirius, you can't. We have to keep Harry safe now. It's what James sacrificed his life for, it's what we planned for in this scenario." Lily rose from the floor, carefully cradling Harry, her thumb swiping across the still irritated, but now scabbed scar on his forehead. "Voldemort will be searching for him even more vehemently now. We can't take any unnecessary risks. And if Peter is indeed working for Voldemort, he will have told his master all about our plans."

Sirius ran a hand through his shaggy hair, closing his eyes as a heavy sigh left his lips. "You're right, Lil. I'm sorry. My flat isn't unplottable. He'll be able to find us easily. If only my wretched mother weren't still living in Grimmauld Place. No one would be able to find us there. Perhaps we could go to France? But then again, would that be far enough?"

Lily sighed softly, feeling Harry starting to stir in her arms. She looked down at her pride and joy, thankful she had been able to escape with their lives. But her heart was heavy. She felt the weight of her rings on her left hand and wanted to just curl up and cry. But she couldn't. She and Sirius had to decide where to go to keep Harry safe from Voldemort. "America. We go to America."