Prologue
James Potter ran as fast and hard as he could. He'd have apparited were there less of a risk that ended in capture, or worse, they followed. James knew Voldemort had sent every Death Eater he could spare to recapture the proclaimed dead hero.
As hard as it was for him to escape his Sun- less prison of the Dark Lord's grasp, he knew the truly hard part had yet to come. The dead weren't supposed to come back to life. Especially the ones know worldwide.
But he had to warn Harry. He had to try and save him. There was barley a day left before it'd be too late. The other was older, and was probably already suffering the side effects and the loneliness.
Of all the families it could have been, it just had to be that one. Grandfather I hope you see what you've done. Harry doesn't deserve to be soul-paired with him. He doesn't even know why, James mentally ranted as he stopped to catch his breath.
It had taken him years to think up and accomplish his escape, and now he had barely twenty-four hours to save his only son from a fate worse than any kind of death. He started running again, harder and faster than before. No way was he going to just let that happen.
Please don't let me be too late, please…