Prologue
I was sleeping, when a clumsy owl dropped a note right on my belly.
Sirius, need your help.
James
Sirius muttered and started to get out of his bed, the note creased in his hand. He came back from France few hours later, and still needed some sleep, but something in the shaking handwriting and short phrase made him run to the bathroom to get ready.
"Thanks for coming." James said as soon as he opened the door.
Sirius gazed around. Sitting in the couch, Lily was crying and shaking as she held a blue blanket with a new born baby in it, heavily sleeping.
"What happened?"
Lily started crying and James walked towards her, whispering something in her ear. She nodded and went upstairs, swinging Harry gently in her arms. I started to get nervous.
"What's going on, James?"
"Sit."
Sirius sat down and stared at his friend.
"Dumbledore came to talk to us."
"So…"
"He said he's been at the Hog's head for an interview with the new divination teacher. He told me she started to act weird at a certain time, and made some kind of prophecy."
"So?"
He stared at me with a face that said "Isn't obvious?" until I gazed back and said:
"I still didn't get it."
"The prophecy was about a boy born at the same time as Harry who could have a chance to defeat Voldemort."
"James, I guess he finally lapsed. Clear you head, man. What Harry's going to do? Steal someone's wand and kill Voldemort?"
"Well, the death eater who heard it believed, told Voldemort and now he wants Harry."
I rolled my eyes. The idea was just absurd. I tried to calm him down, making a joke with Harry saving the world in a yellow suit, but he was really pale.
"We decided to hide the house."
Sirius stopped laughing.
"What?"
"Fidelius, that's why I called you here."