Prologue

"You see things; and you say, 'Why?'. I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'." - George Bernard Shaw

Harry closed her eyes and let her body fall into the blue depths, all in instinct created by Arthur.

Godric's Hollow, October 31 1981

Lily happily hummed away into the stars outside the window, Harry was playing with the toy brooms at her feet. Albus had warned them of Voldemort and a prophecy to mark his downfall. Unfortunately, the prophecy made Harry and Neville the two lucky winners. That was nothing to be lucky in Lily's mind, recalling how much she had yelled at poor Albus and threated to kill the Diviniation Professor.

But she also had the sense to pick the right husband, and James had taken a lot of injuries to calm her down. And James was due back any moment from the Headmaster, who was explaining him and Wormtail the recent news on Voldemort's search for him. The Dark Lord had some how found out how to infiltrate the Knights, a reconassace group dedicated to fighting Voldemort.

The back door to the apperation point broke her out of her thoughts. James was home. Getting up she walked back into the kitchen, telling Harry not to wander off before she did so; she sighned as Harry ignored her again.

"Hi, " James embraced Lily as she entered the kitchen., "How's Harry?"

Lily scowled, "He never listens to me."

James laughed, "He is my son."

James went out and came back with a loudly protesting Harry. "Hush, it's time for dinner. And if you did have it already, you daddy wants to have his with you." He set Harry down on the table and sat down as Lily brought the steak down.

"What did Dumbledore say today?" Lily was getting worried as the days drew by, something was wrong.

"He couldn't tell who is the spy was, though he has his suspisions."

"Who?"

"The obvious. Sturgis and Vance."

"The new lady?"

"Yes. But I also have my suspicions about Elphias."

"But how can it be him?"

"Slytherin." James grimanced.

"James that's ridiculous. We're not in Hogwarts any more."

"Hogwats!" Harry grinned.

"Yes, Harry Hogwarts. But-"

"Alastor was a Slytherin, and so was Albus's brother Aberforth. Look where they are."

James sighned, he knew that Lily was right. "I don't know what to do anymore, Lily. Voldemort is going to win, I can feel it."

Lily shook her head, "You know that is not true. Albus will find a way."

Harry closed her eyes as she felt neausiated from the sensation of falling. A couple more minutes of this and she will let loose of all the lunch she had that afternoon.

Landing with a thump, Harry groaned as she got up. "Stretch out a bit, we have some bisuness here." Arthur was up above her in an instant.

"And exactly what business would that be?" Harry obliged to Arthurs' advice.

"We are going to have to save you from Riddle." Harry stopped mid-stretch, of all things Harry didn't expect the King to say that.

"We are in an alterate reality, I know what needs to be done and what is the result, and that is all that matters." He took out a pocket watch out and stared intently at it. "He's there, let's go."

Lily was fuming at Harry, who still had decided to ignore her and kept his concentration on the flying brooms and the gnomes riding them.

It was, of course, fake; Lily would roast James's head if the gnomes were ever real.

A loud bang erupted from the foyer, and the house shook. Harry wimpered and Lily sighned and contemplated if she should leave Harry to his misery. Harry wimpered again as cold air seeped into the room and Lily scooped him up. Deciding to ask James she turned around to where James was sitting on the kitchen table and staring at shock at the foyer, which was clearly visible across the dining room.

"Bloodly hell! It's him, Lily! Take Harry and go!" James sprang into action and sprung up a shield as Lily raced up the stairs.

James looked up into the door at the thirteen wizards standing there. Twelve in black and one in red. A green light sped towards James and he ducked and rolled into the dining room.

"DOLHOV!" Voldemort roared, and spun around to his right, only to find that the man had fallen, and he smirked, "Thank you, Fulmineus-" And then stopped and he saw the other eleven dropped dead, their glazed eyes staring back at him. He snapped hid head to the unhodded figure and his suprise flew high enough to shatter the roof.

Hope had her eyes on Voldemort and sneered as she was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

"This was not what I had expected. Very cunning of you, very cunning indeed. Let me presume, you can talk too." Voldemort sneered as he saw amusement in the womans eyes. "And for that you must die."

"You don't know me, how do you know what my limits are?" Hope circled and entered the house.

"You are a mortal."

"And if I am not?"

That made Voldemort skip a step, "Impossible, I am the only being on this planet who is truly immortal."

"Want to see?" Hope rocketed towards Voldemort and at the same time threw spheres of blazing red energy towards the other sides.

Voldemort gave a low growl and lept at Hope, shattering through the shield she had created, cought her by the throught and slammed her towards the ground. He took the table and snapped the slim leg off with inhuman strength and brought it down at Hope's stomach. The leg teared through her skin and ripped across to her spine. Hope screamed as her spine snapped where the wood had hit it.

Voldemort smiled and got up, very satisfied at his new paint work of blood red on the wall beside Hope. But scowled as Hope got up and pulled the wooden leg out of her abdomen slowly and gasped as her body and magic began to repair the tissue and muscle at an alarming rate. In a few tens of seconds her spine was back to being perfectly normal and her pale skin showed where the tear of her robes split.

"Let me get this straight, you cannot kill me Tom."

"YOU have no right to call me by that name."

"Didn't your mother teach you to respect those who are older than you?" Hope knew that she had struck a cord, knowing Voldemorts history. "I am after all nearing the end of my eight hundred years, I probably have another eight hundred more to go."

Voldemort seethed, "Which means that we are even then, you cannnot kill me-"

"-yet." Hope finished for him.

Voldemort looked ready to snap, "My bisness is not done here." He then walked out the door.

Harry sighned and morphed back into herself, Arthur and Hope came barelling in, "You have learned more than I thought you would have."

"But how can I know more, much more? I was struggling to create a simple fire a week ago." After the battle Harry had become even more disoriented then before. Nothing was making sense.

"The more you use your magic, the eisier it will become for you to access it." Hope looked at James and Lily in the door way, "Did you contact Albus, Lily?"

Lily nodded her head, "But what about the other two people?"

"I'm sure Albus wouldn't mind guests I trust with my life." Hope held out the splintered end of the leg to them, and Harry took hold of it with James, Lily and Arthur.