A/N: Hey guys! As you can see this is my first story so be nice!

Uploading on Fanfiction is one of the most complicated things I've ever done, so if I mess something up, tell me! I'll try to post once or twice a week. Also, I'm American and I hope I correctly wrote the British slang. If not, tell me how to correctly please!

Disclaimer: Don't own it. But we all knew that.

Prologue

August 19, 1980

A woman appeared onto the street with a resounding crack. People usually did not appear out of nowhere in the middle of London. That was because this particular person was not a normal person. She was a witch. Her name was Lily Potter. If there had been anyone to see her, they would have noticed that she was crying and extremely distressed. As her thunderous sobs echoed across the seemingly lifeless street, she made her way up the street to a spot just between 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place. For her, the houses separated leaving a huge manor in its place. She walked up to the door and knocked. After a few minutes of waiting the door opened to reveal a rather good-looking man. Sirius Black. Her husband's best friend.

"Sirius!", she yelled before pulling him into a tight hug as the tears began to fall again.

"Li…Lily," he stammered. "What are you doing here?" He asked surprised by her visit, especially in this state.

"Oh Siri, I just found out my parents died!" Lily wailed. "James is still on his mission for the order and you were the first one I thought of going to."

Quickly getting over his shock, Sirius was quick to invite her in. About an hour later with their thoughts clouded by alcohol, they found themselves in Sirius' bedroom.

October 31, 1981

He was here. The most feared dark lord for hundreds of years. Even Grindelwald paled in comparison to the shear evil of this man known as Voldemort.

James Potter was terrified. He knew he was going to die. He would fight to the bitter end to protect his wife and two sons. As he reached the door, it blew apart blasting him back. As he jumped up, he was hit by a light and knew no more.

Voldemort was in his element. He knew he had to move quickly before Dumbles and his pesky order got here. That's one of the reasons why he only sent stupefy at Potter, the other being that he was a powerful transfigurator and was a pureblood even if a blood traitor.

Without a second glance at Potter he rushed up the stairs. As he approached he heard the unmistakable sound of crying despite the muffling charm. One Bombarda charm later, the door was blown apart. The Dark Lord walked in to see the mudblood filth crying and begging on the floor. Any other time she would be taking the killing curse, but Voldemort was running out of time. Stupefy did its job again as the woman was knocked out. Voldemort then turned to the two Potter offspring.

"Well then now that they've been taken care of, let's talk business, "Voldemort lightly joked. In response the fifteen month old named Harry just cried. "Yes, cry! Your anguish feeds me!" Voldemort said.

"Let's start with the youngest over there," said Voldemort pointing his wand at Perseus the 7 month old. "Avada Kedavra!" The sickly green spell shot through the air and hit the small child right above his left eye. It seemed as though the curse was doing its job, until it turned around. Time seemed to slow down as the curse raced towards the Dark Lord. It hit and after a blinding flash of light, the feared Dark Lord was gone.

James Potter started to rouse. 'Strange to find myself in the floor' he thought and mentally shrugged, 'Probably got drunk with Siri again.' He turned over. He felt several pieces of rock and wood as they dug into him. Why would there be rubble on the ground? It rushed back to him. Voldemort! His eyes shot open as he jumped up. He rushed to the floo. He quickly threw floo powder into the fireplace and stuck his head in. "Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts" he yelled. Not a moment later he found himself staring at the Headmaster's Office. He would have dreaded being here 3 years ago. "Albus, Albus" he yelled out over and over. Eventually, the Headmaster arrived in his nightgown looking quite unhappy with the rude awakening.

Dumbledore put on his grandfatherly smile. "What can I do for you James my boy?"

"Voldemort's here! Hurry!" James said frantically and disconnected the floo.

Dumbledore quickly transfigured a more appropriate robe and rushed to the fireplace. Throwing in some floo powder and then jumping in the fireplace he yelled "Gryphon Den, Godric's Hollow!"

James waited with increasing anxiety for Dumbledore. He knew he could not face off against Voldemort himself. He hadn't heard any sounds from upstairs and he was scared of what he might find. After but a minute, although it felt like hours to James, Dumbledore stepped out of the floo.

"Come James, we must see the result." Dumbledore said. As he began the trek up the stairs, James could have sworn he heard a baby's cry. He didn't get his hopes up though. However, by the top of the stairs, the sound was unmistakable. As James rushed into the room, he saw a sight so wonderful he almost fainted. There was his wife, a little scratched up but overall well, tending to both of their children. On the floor lay the Dark Lord's robes in a heap. Behind James, Dumbledore smiled. 'The first part of the prophecy has come true.'

James rushed up to Lily and grabbed her in a huge hug. "Lily! I was so sure you were dead!" James said as he began to cry. Lily started crying as well.

After a few minutes, an impatient Dumbledore stepped forward and cleared his throat. "We must move on to more important things," "What happened?"

Both James and Lily filled in their parts of the story. "I see," said Dumbledore. He looked around the room. He noticed Perseus had some blood coming off a scar that looked suspiciously like a lightning bolt. He thought nothing of it. His wandering eyes made their way over to Harry, which Dumbledore had assumed would be the prophecy child. 'It gets boring always being right,' he thought. He saw the cut on Harry's hand that was obviously a curse scar.

After Dumbledore had told them the prophecy, although still reluctant, they decided to go ahead with the plan. "Harry is going to need lots of love to fully fulfill the prophecy," Dumbledore said, "Therefore; I think we should send Perseus somewhere else where he won't be trying to divert Harry's much needed love."

Although hesitantly at first, they soon began to agree. "Perseus has always been a little slow I think," James said. "He rarely cries or makes any kind of attempt to pay attention to us." Though Lily was devastated that she would have to give up one of her sons, it was almost a life-saver. Perseus was looking more and more like…somebody else and that scared her quite a bit. At least this way she would have another 10 years or so before she would have to face the truth.

"Where would he go then, Albus?" asked James. After a moment of thought Dumbledore had the perfect place in mind. "You have a sister right Lily?"