A/N: Hi so this is my first fanfic. The chapters are going to be relatively short and I own absolutely nothing, with all rights going to the queen JK Rowling
Our story starts on a warm day in June as a very pregnant Lily Potter sat in a squashy armchair listening to her husband bustle around the kitchen in an attempt to make a presentable dinner. She sighed, life could've been perfect. She had a wonderful husband, her baby was coming along fine and should be making an appearance any time now, her best friend Alice had also promised to deliver the baby. All was well, except for a rather bothersome Dark Lord. The bastard had forced them to flee to a cottage and live in complete isolation from those they loved. The few allowed included the raucous Maurauders that were James' best friends, Alice as well as her husband and little boy Neville, plus the one that alerted them to the danger of Voldemort, Albus Dumbledore. Oh well, hopefully when the war ended they would all come out alive. Too many lives had already been cut short due to this war. She kept her sanity by staying focused on her family of friends, a husband, and a blessing that resided in her stomach. War was a cruel thing bringing the world they knew to despair, small moments of joy were to be cherished and kept close to the heart.