Summary: During the first reign of Lord Voldemort, Remus finds a vital piece of information while working undercover for the werewolves that could save the lives of his friends James and Lily, will he be able to help his friends in time? And how will it affect the rest of the world?

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own the Potter verse, I just like taking it over for a while. It still belongs to Rowling.

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James and Lily Potter were sitting on a large sofa, cuddling a small black haired baby in their arms. Their son, Harry Potter was newly born and this was to be their first night home. After a heated argument with James about 'Marauder Parties,' Lily had convinced her husband that their first night at home should be a quiet peaceful one. James was sitting, staring into the fire his arm around his wife, wishing that Sirius, Remus, and Peter were there enjoying the evening with them.

James knew that Lily was right, but it didn't stop him from wanting to show Harry off to everyone, especially his friends. Still, tonight couldn't have been better. James Potter was a father! He had finally grown up enough to get Lily Evans, and now, he was here, with her, with their son.

His gaze traveled over to his beautiful wife, her smooth red hair, bright green eyes, and wonderful smile. James was lucky, very lucky to have Lily sitting beside him.

Personally, James was glad that he had been able to get over himself, otherwise he would be in a very different place right now. A place that he knew he would not like.

"James, cut it out." Lily snapped at her husband, who had been absentmindedly been playing with Harry's hand. He had not realized that his son had finally fallen asleep. He quickly pulled away, silently mouthing 'sorry' to his wife. Lily smiled and rolled her eyes. They sat there for a few minutes, watching Harry sleep, until Lily yawned and began to rise. "I'm going to bed," she whispered as she moved around the sofa and headed towards the stairs, "goodnight."

James was left alone with his thoughts. They had been running from Voldemort for months, ever since Dumbledore had been given that prophecy, they had been desperately trying to keep the news of her pregnancy a secret, but the news had still leaked out somehow.

Now they had been moving from location to location, rotating their friends, Sirius, Remus, and Peter, as secret keepers. Only one of them knew their location at any given time, and they had agreed to move locations every two months. It was the best they could do, the best protection they had. Their constantly changing living areas and the protective spells that Dumbledore cast upon each of their hiding places were the only things keeping the Death Eaters from finding them.

He let out a long sigh, he knew that they were doomed, that, eventually, Voldemort would find them and kill them. He was not worried about their death so much as the fate of their son, if he and Lily were dead, what would become of Harry. Would he end up with Remus, or Sirius? Would he end up living with Lily's sister Petunia?

If James had his way, Harry would never be forced to live with Lily's horrid sister, and her fat, angry husband. No, he would much prefer if Sirius could take care of his son after he had passed.

James drew his wand, and flicked it once. Immediately the papers on the table in front of him rearranged themselves, moving into neat, organized stacks. He pulled a blank piece of parchment forward, uncorked an ink bottle, and began to write a letter that he hoped never had to be read.

When he was finished, he looked at his watch, it was nearly two o'clock in the morning. He had been writing for over an hour, and the several crumpled sheets of parchment littered around the waste bin were evidence of his many rewrites of the letter. Content with what he had written, James rose and went up the stairs to go to bed. He had not noticed the concerned face peeking out of the slowly dying fireplace as he ascended the stairs.

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Remus Lupin was feeling very ill, what with the rapidly approaching full moon, and the way he had seen the usually cheerful James acting, Lupin felt as if he was going to have to hold himself, as well as the Potters', up for the next two months. While he knew James would be his usually happy self again in a few days, he would still have to talk with him about what he had witnessed that evening. Until then, though, he would have to be content with speaking with Sirius and Peter about James.

Remus looked around his dingy flat, it was all that he could afford. Being a werewolf, he was highly criticized by the Wizarding world at large and could not get a respectable job that paid well. Still, he managed to get by, doing work for the Order of the Phoenix, and keeping a paying job was enough for him.

How long had it been now, since Dumbledore had heard the prophecy? It must have been over a year ago, for Lily and James had been routinely hiding for about that long, ever since they figured that she would deliver her child at the end of July or the beginning of August.

Deciding that it would be best not to wait, Remus went over to his fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder, and threw it into the flames. The fire roared loudly, turning a deep emerald green. Lupin stepped into the fireplace and said, "Number Twelve Grimmuald Place." While Remus knew that Sirius hated the old house, it was a very safe place to be, and Sirius had moved back in only a few weeks ago, after his turn as Lily and James' secret keeper, was up.

Remus was sucked into the fireplace, spinning around in rapid circles. When he felt himself stop spinning, he took a carefully timed step forward, and walked out of the fireplace in Sirius Black's kitchen.

"Bloody hell Remus!" Barked Sirius Black as Lupin stepped out of the fireplace.

Remus looked up, wiping dust off of himself as he walked towards the large table where Sirius was sitting, wiping fire whiskey off of his robes. "Sorry Sirius, I just wanted to talk to you about James."

Sirius knew that this conversation was going to cover the prophecy, something that Sirius really would not like to discuss, now, or ever. The prophecy meant that he would lose his best friend, a thought that frightened him. He had always had James to help him through tough times, and he had always been there for James. Now though, with the darkness closing in around them, it was James who knew his fate, and it was Sirius that would have to be brave, braver than he had ever been before.

"Well, Remus, we'd better get this over with," Sirius said, pulling out his wand and siphoning up the rest of the mess he had made.

Remus, sensing Sirius's unease, sat down and said, "I'm going to try and get through this as quickly as possible, Sirius." Sirius nodded and motioned for his friend to continue. "Tonight when I went to check on James and Lily, I saw something that was very, well, disturbing."

Sirius leaned forward, begrudgingly interested and terribly concerned. "What did you see, Remus?"

"James was writing a letter, and he was crying. I've never seen him look so broken before. He knows that he is going to die. I think, Sirius, that he was writing his will."

Sirius froze, he had expected something… something… well, not this. James had resigned himself to the fact that he was going to die? Sirius felt his last shreds of hope fade away as he heard this. His best friend was going to die, and there was nothing that he could do to change it.

"We need to have one last get together with them." Sirius's voice was strained, he was holding back tears.

"Yes, we do. We need them to realize that we will take care of Harry after their passing." Remus had given up holding back the tears, and they were now freely streaming down his face.

"Remus, I… don't know what I will be able to do without James. He's been my best friend ever since the beginning of our first year." Sirius dropped his head sadly, defeated.

"We will have to be strong for Harry, and for the Order." Lupin's voice was kind and he reached toward Sirius, who jerked away.

Sirius stood up, wiping his face on the sleeve of his robes. "Goodnight Remus, I need some time alone right now." He turned and left the kitchen without another word.

Remus knew, to some extent, what Sirius was feeling, and he knew that Sirius dealt with his pain on his own. He rose, and made his way back to the fireplace, time was running out.

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Upstairs in his bedroom, Sirius Black wept. He wept for friendship, and for love; for meaning and the death of innocence. Nothing was sacred anymore. No one was safe from the clutches of Lord Voldemort.

It seemed as though all of the time he had spent at Hogwarts, all of the memories he had made with James by his side, and all of the laughs they had had were completely pointless. There had to be some way to save his friends, but how could anyone break away from their destiny? If it was the destiny of James and Lily to die in order for Harry to survive, in order for him to defeat Voldemort, then how was he to stop it? He sincerely hoped that Harry would still be able to defeat the Dark Lord without having to experience the death of his parents. Perhaps, if they were lucky, they could fake their deaths.

Sirius wiped his eyes again and again, but it was no use, he could not stop waves of sorrow from washing over him. He could feel, somewhere deep down, that there was no hope for him, or any of the marauders for that matter. He knew that they would all be dead before this was over.

With tears streaming down his face, he too wrote a letter, but his letter was not intended for young Harry. No, Sirius Black wrote to the one man who might have a solution to the problem that they were facing. Sirius Black wrote to Albus Dumbledore.

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Author's Notes

Well, there you are. I thought I'd start a story here that carried on through the entirety of Harry's school career. I think that I will break up the stories into more than one FanFiction, however, because there is so much to say. For now, this story is a just a taste. If it is popular enough, then I will most definitely be continuing this and wriiting the sequels that I have planned for it.

This is completely unrelated to my other FanFic, Harry Potter and the Will of the Phoenix. Please Read, Review, and give me your input! I welcome criticism, constructive criticism, compliments and congrats. Just leave me a message and I will try to get back to you. I really hope you all like my stories.