Author Notes: Hi everyone! I'm sorry for lacks of updates…I will always love Harry Potter but sometimes I fall out of writing HP fanfiction. (Or fanfiction in general…) So, I'm attempting to finish 'Through the Mirror' and 'Time Warp' but I figure to get back into the swing of things, I'll write this. It's based on a dream I had…wow, maybe six or so years ago. I remember every detail to this day. I hope you enjoy it.

Important: Some themes involved in this story are darker than my other stories. There is death, abuse, rape and adultery. They won't be described in great detail but it will be there. Be warned.

I also don't own any rights to Harry Potter. I do own this dream. That is it.

Hogwarts School of Intergalactic Species and Races

Chapter One

Lily Evans was the daughter of a human and a Spinner. She grew up on a colony planet in the Galaxy quadrant PS687. She took after her human father in looks; dark red hair and fair skin. Her eyes were from her mother; luminous, bright emerald green. Her talents of from her mother's race and her social skills from her fathers were renowned, even at a young age. For that, she was promised to an influential man. She was also accepted into Hogwarts Academy. It was there that she met James Potter.

James Potter was the sole heir to the Pottermore galaxy. He was dark haired, dark eyed and cocky. All the women wanted him…except for her. For that, he proceeded to woo her through their years that the academy. Eventually, she fell for him.

Lily and her fiancée broke off the engagement amicably enough. Lily and James married straight out of school. In even less time, Lily became pregnant. And in even less time than that, James started to change. It was subtle at first and Lily chalked it up to her imagination. They had their son and named him Harry. They even had two daughters, Joanne and Calla. But through the political dinners and spaceship meetings, the love was lost. It wasn't that she was forgotten. It might have been easier that way instead of what became of them.

After one to many nights of crying and her children asking her what was wrong, she decided to leave. It took some planning and few bribes and favors, but she secured a ship and her children. And that is where the real story begins…

The red head rubbed her arms, staring through the window. Flashes of stars and planets zipped by in a mesmerizing fashion. Bright emerald green eyes tracked one light to another. She looked to be in her late twenties but her eyes spoke of deeper, wiser age. She was beautiful woman, even with the frown lines and air of sadness.

All she wanted was a happy life with family and friends. A life filled with laughter and loved. She had thought she gotten that. She had been wrong. Maybe things would have been better if she had chosen her promised fiancée rather than James.

"Mum?"

Emerald green eyes turned and locked with a matching set. The boy was young looking, maybe a fourteen years old human. His hair was a messy black and thick, just like his father. But his delicate features were hers. His pale skin was hers. The air of kindness and concern for others was hers. She smiled, arms going out to wrap him in a hug. She could never regret her choice. It gave her, her children.

"Hello Harry." She whispered, hand running through his hair. "How are you doing?"

His arms wrapped around her waist. "I'm fine, mum."

"And Joanne and Calla? How are they?" Concern softened her voice. James had never been terrible to his children. He was loving enough to them.

Harry looked up, his eyes bright. "They're fine too mum. They're sleeping in the cabin." He tightened his hold a moment before stepping back. Lily wanted to tug him back. "We want you to be happy."

The red head smiled, hand brushing his cheek. "I will always be happy. I have you and your sisters."

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but suddenly there was an alarm. Flashing red lights and sirens screeched through the corridor, reflecting and reverberating against the metal walls. They both frowned, turning to look out the window. The ship lurched. Lily went to grab her son, pulling him with her towards the wall.

Her back hit the wall. Pain shot up her spine. With one hand, she kept a grip on her son. With the other, she grabbed the handrail on the wall. She eyes sought out the commotion out the window. Her eyes widened.

A small fleet of ships were flying outside the walls. They were dark ships, dark as black holes. And just as deadly. They were pirate ships that flew under the captain of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He was a dangerous man who had destroyed planets and massacred races. He believed only his kind should live. She saw one ship that started with MAL and knew that he wasn't with these ships. But it didn't stop her heart from racing at the fear. "Harry, love." She whispered as she tightened her hold. "I need to get your sisters and run."

"But mum-"

The ship lurched again, tipping to its side. "GO!" She screamed as she pushed him down the hall towards the cabins. She turned to the other way, planning on heading to the deck to help defend when she felt a tug on her wrist. She stared into hers so similar to hers.

"I'm not leaving without you."

A fleeting moment passed before she followed him. They ran quickly, falling into walls as the ship continued to be hit. They made it to the hall with the sleeping corridors. They heard screaming. Lily's hand squeezed Harry's. "Joanne! Calla!" She yelled. They rushed to the door that held their family. Lily free hand went to the doorknob. It opened on its own.

Lily pushed her son behind her back as a tall man with long blonde hair and dressed in black stepped out of the room. "Hello Evans. Though I suppose it's Potter now. I assume they're your spawns?" He gestured to the room behind him. His gray eyes tracked to behind her back. He smiled. "It's best if you give up now. You wouldn't want your children's deaths on your conscience, would you?"

Mother and son hands held tighter. Their family was a stake and they both knew what the answer would be. "Don't hurt them. I'll come quietly."

The blonde leaned closer, the cane in his hand brushing sharply down her cheek. She felt blood leaking towards her lips and a burning pain. "Oh, I very much doubt that."