Disclaimer: I think it's a pretty clear indicator that I'm not J.K. Rowling based on the fact that I am a)Writing on this site,
b) Not rich, and
c) A male.
A/N: Just a Prologue type of thing, Very short, and unbeta'ed (sp? I don't know.). If anyone reads this and is kind enough to be of help by being my beta, just message me and I'll be your best friend.
Warnings: Possible future slash, very possible swearing, future mayhem, prankster! Harry. Oh, and my terrible writing. That's all folks!
Chapter 1: The Prophecy
"Voldemort is gaining followers. He is recruiting straight out of Hogwarts." Frank Longbottom stated. "We can't compete. He has most of Slytherin house, and if they aren't siding with Him, they are neutral and toeing the line. We have no choice but to instate the legal use of the Unforgivables. We have sufficient power with the ministry. We need to start fighting back with stronger curses than binding spells, and stunners."
"What curses we use hardly matters" Moody's gruff voice cut in. "We need manpower. We need alliances. Whether it is with other countries, or other magical beings, we can't fight this with light, British, wizards alone. He-who-must-not-be-named has magical creatures, Bulgarians, Parisians, Hell, even some Americans, and we have the support of a couple hundred wizards."
"Was there a reason to call this meeting, other than to point out how badly we are losing, or was this just a rather sore attempt at a pep talk?" Sirius asked, annoyed at being called away from whatever girl he was trying to bring home with him.
"Yes Sirius, there is. Everyone except Lily, James, Sirius, Alice, Frank, and Alastor, may go." Dumbledore said kindly, bringing the half hour, general Order meeting to an abrupt halt.
The other Order members filed out quietly, and Dumbledore turned to the remaining six.
"You all know that there was a prophecy made about either young Neville or Harry, concerning the defeat of Lord Voldemort. " Nods went around the table, as the young parents eyes turned fearful.
"I have reason to believe, that it is not Dear Neville the prophecy speaks of." At this the Longbottoms let out a relieved sigh-feeling guilty for it not a second later. The Potters clutched hands desperately, as Dumbledore continued. "Voldemort is also targeting Harry. Who did you leave him with?"
James answered hoarsely, "We left him with Peter, under the Fidelius you cast. When do you think You-know-who is coming? He can't find us right?" Lily was biting her nails, a nervous habit she had dropped as a child but that had come back during the war.
"I would assume that Voldemort would come to his victory, as he calls it according to an anonymous spy of ours, on a significant magical day such as All Hallows Eve, the Winter Solstice, or the Summer Solstice. As it so happens we believe he will be visiting you as soon as he can find you. Unless Peter is a traitor, your son will come to no harm at the hands of Voldemort or his followers."
Everyone gathered let out a restrained chuckle, and got up to go home.
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With a resounding crack, Lily and James Potter landed in their living room and rushed upstairs to check on their baby. Lily smiled serenely at the infant blowing spit bubbles as he breathed out every few seconds. James' arm fell over her shoulder and she leaned her head against his shoulder.
The two walked slowly downstairs where Peter had immediately disaparated from once he'd heard they'd gotten home. It was just after midnight as they sat down at their small kitchen table with a firewhisky each.
A loud cry of "Mummy!" floated down from Harry's room. Lily climbed up the stairs, and brought Harry to the table, where she cradled him and sang him a soft lullaby. James tried his best to sing along, but he warbled at best and his voice cracked at the high note. Nonetheless, it did the trick, and the babe fell asleep in its mother's arms.
Lily was about to smack James around a bit for one of his smartass comments when the door broke down. James and Lily raced to the front hall in a panic. Peter stood there, and they sighed in relief. Peter's eyes were wet and he choked out something like a "sorry" and fled the scene. The hall was flooded with Death Eaters.
"Lily go!" Lily shook her head stubbornly, but when James added "Take Harry away from here." She nodded tearfully and turned away from her husband.
Lily Potter ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind her, placing Harry in his crib. She placed her wedding ring around his tiny thumb, and pulled out her wand. The wand moved in complicated patterns, Lily muttering ancient incantations the whole while. Ten minutes later the door flew off its hinges. A young man stepped through. He pointed his rather long yew wand at the redhead, and told her in high, cold tones, "Step aside silly woman. Give me the boy and you shall come to no harm. Give me the boy, and you and your husband may leave."
Lily placed her hands on her hips and her chin inched higher in indignation. "You honestly think I'm going to 'step aside' and let you kill my baby?" she asked, affronted.
Voldemort's nostrils flared, and he pointed his wand at her chest and said calmly, as if noting the weather to an awkward acquaintance, "Avada Kedavra."
A flash of green light, a few flying strands of red hair and unseeing eyes gazing upwards. The Dark Lord stepped carefully over the body, avoiding all contact with the mudblood chit, and leaned over the crib housing his supposed downfall.
The dark haired man assessed the child with crimson eyes, as the baby fidgeted silently. He aimed his wand at the quiet infant's forehead, and muttered the killing curse. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the curse that seemed to have been absorbed into the child's head, rebounded, and turned on its caster. There was an explosion, and a blinding, icy blue light as the toddler disappeared.
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When James Potter woke up a week later with a rather serious concussion, he told all the ministry officials how Peter Pettigrew was the secret keeper who betrayed them to the Dark Lord, and how he was knocked out before Voldemort even arrived. He was told of all the events of Halloween by a guilt-ridden Headmaster, and committed suicide upon his return to Godric's Hollow without his wife and son.
Sirius Black and Remus Lupin moved in together in a newly built house devoid of memories, which they named Marauder Mansion. Generally keeping to themselves when not teaching at Hogwarts during the year, they really only ever associated with the Weasley's. Each year at Christmas and Halloween the two honoured their friends by visiting their graves, and continued the search for Harry years after the original ended.
A/N: PS, please refrain from flaming, I read a lot of fanfiction. But this is my first ever story that I've posted. I probably won't take flames too seriously, but I'm new to this, so don't go hating.