Well, this is the start of my series. I have up until Hogwarts planned out (and much of it typed out), and it will be busy. This first part focuses on James and takes place from a few hours before Voldemort attacks Godric's Hollow to around a week after. The End of this section takes place over a few months and is mainly just interlude for the next section of the story. I hope you enjoy, Possibly review, but if you don't I won't hold it against you. I'll be honest and say I'm not writing this for recognition, or for your enjoyment. I'm doing this for a far more selfish reason. I'm doing this in an effort to alleviate some of my boredom. This first part is 10 chapters will be posted over the next few days.

I suppose this is the section where I'm supposed to say I don't own Harry Potter or anything.... So... yeah...... I don't OWN ANYTHING! ... that being said. ENJOY, or don't... I'll be working on this whether or not you do.

Chapter 1 That Fateful Night.

On the night of saturday October 31, 1981, James and Lily Potter were at their home in Godric's Hollow with Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, celebrating Halloween. There son, Harry, was upstairs in his bed, sleeping soundly while the celebrations were going on.

This celebration was not just for Halloween, earlier that day Lily had told James she was pregnant again, and so, he, along with 2 of his best friends were celebrating that as well. Sirius pulled out some firewhiskey to celebrate and soon, all the males were drinking. Lily, being pregnant, and quietly despising the drink, obstained and was having tea.

Remus was still recovering from a particularly bad tranformation which happened earlier in the week, and the normally sober marauder had more than he could handle. Sirius, who was happy for James and Lily, while at the same time harboring feelings of emptiness from all his short-term relationships, and sadness at his brothers recent death, also allowed himself to get more drunk than he planned. James giving into the glares from his wife, only had a few shots and thought it a decent compromise.

By the time Sirius or Remus were really drunk, Lily announced she was going upstairs. She hated seeing her husbands friends like that. She knew the marauders were a rowdy bunch when she was in school, but, it seemed they weren't drinking for fun anymore, they were drinking as a way to cope with the recent deaths, and the failed missions for the Order of the Phoenix. She knew the announement of another child should be a happy occasion, but she couldn't help but feel the depressing times they were all in were getting to everybody and fear of bringing a child into this world.

As the night was rounding out and Sirius and Remus announced they should go. James realizing they had too much to drink to try apparating, offered them the couches on the living room for the night, but, they argued and said that they should go home.

"Listen guys, if you aren't going to stay here, I sure as hell am not going to allow you to apparate in the condition you are in", James said.

"Listen here Prongs," Sirius said. "I know you just found out you were gonna be a father again, but that doesn't mean you are our dad and can tell us what we should or shouldn't do." Remus, in his drunken stupor merely nodded.

"Moony, Padfoot, us marauders got a reputation to uphold." James knew going after them this way would get there attention. "It would be a shame if we died from a horrible splinching accident caused by our own stubbornness when all around there is death and destruction. I mean, just last week Benjy Fenwick was pretty much obliterated from death eaters. Albus said only pieces of him were found. If your gonna go, wouldn't that be the way to do it? Fighting, rather than some stupid splinching accident?"

Moony, the sensible one even when drunk, chose to speak up at this time, "Padfoot, I think he is right... I know for a fact I couldn't have come up with that little speach right there right now, and I'm the smartest of all of you."

"If your not going to stay here," James said, "at least let me side-along apparate you back to your homes."

Remus replied, "Alright, but you better tell Lily before you leave."

Sirius threw in, "And don't you dare tell anyone else I let you do this."

James smiled, "Of course not, like I said, 'we marauders have a reputation to uphold.'"

He ran upstairs to tell Lily he would be taking them home. When he made it to their room he found she wasn't there. He went to the nursery to see if she was with Harry, sure enough she was. She was looking beautiful standing over their sleeping child with a smile on her face. As he walked over to her and put his arm around her. He glanced down at his child, and smiled himself, he was clutching a stuffed animal in the shape of a stag. They watched him sleep in silence for a few moments before James finally spoke up. "Lily, I'm gonna take Sirius and Lupin home. They are not in any condition to apparate without serious risk of splinching." His wife merely nodded and continued watching their child.

He came back downstairs and grabbed hold of his stumbling friends and walked them out of the house to where the wards extended and apparated them to there respective homes.

When he returned he looked around in horror at his home. It was bathed in green light from the dark mark hanging in the air above it. There was part of a wall missing, and he could see right into the nursery. The front door was off its hinges. He ran into the home not knowing or caring if there was any death eaters left there, all he cared for was his wife and child. His legs carried him without concious thought, he entered the front door, didn't raise his wand, didn't look left or right, just ran forward to the stairs.

Walking into the open nursery and tripped on something, as he only had eyes for one thing. His wife, with a look of horror on her face was lying on her side, next to the crib. His son pressed between her breasts. He collapsed to his knees and started crying unashamedly. He absently let his glasses drop to the ground as he covered his eyes with his hands in a futile attempt to block out the images he was seeing.

After a while he realized he was not the only one crying. Still teary eyed he looked up and saw his only child moving. Slowly, as if fearing this was a figment of his imagination, he slid over on his knees until next to his family. He gently lifted his son away from his wife and looked at him. He was scared for his son as he saw an open wound on his forehead and blood dripping down his face.

He whipped out his wand and started casting, as clearly as he could with a throat raw from crying all the healing spells he could think. At first he was glad for his days as the marauders because as they were prone to injuries they had learned many healing spells. However nothing seemed to be working. Knowing something had to be done, he started running towards the apparition point.

He knew of the dangers of apparating with a small child, but dangers of apparating with small child be damned, his child needed help. Lily never would have forgive him if he let there child die from blood loss because he was too thick to see if either of them were alive. He just prayed he was too late, and with that on his mind, he apparated to St. Mungo's.