James Potter looked down at the sleeping form of his son. The baby had just passed his first year, and he could not fathom how he could've made anything so perfect. With a small smile and a soft chuckle, he thought how it wasn't peculiar at all, it was Lilly's son too, and she would always succeed with Outstanding's. Everything she touched was perfect.

He carefully tucked the blanket more tightly around Harry, afraid that the chilly autumn air would give him a cold. The boy shifted in his sleep before he again proceeded his slow and even breathing. James went over to the bedroom window and looked down the quiet min street of Godric's Hallow. It was early October, and the streets were dark and empty. Nothing was as it should have been. James noted that the children who used to play in the streets were all gone, and he blamed Voldemort. The fear that was constantly resting over Britain had only gotten worse over the years, and now he himself even budged to it.

Now he and his little family were in hiding. He absolutely hated it and he new Lilly agreed with him, that they were giving into Voldemort and his regime by hiding, by letting him stop them live their life. However, he would do anything to keep Harry safe, to keep Lily safe. Lily felt the same way too, and that had eventually been their main goal. Therefore, they had decided together that they would hide, even If it meant giving up some of their beliefs. They would go through every and any mean to keep him safe.

An idea slowly stuck his head, and he wondered if it would be doable. It would not be light magic, and it would not be legal, but it was hope. He turned his back to the window and looked at his sleeping son. Would it be worth it?

Definitively.

He needed to talk with Lily.

The front door of the house flew open and James sprung to his feet. In the middle of his hallway Lord Voldemort stood, his slender fingers wrapped around his wand. James shouted a quick warning to Lily before he ran towards him, preparing himself for his fate. His anger over the rat, and his own relief that he and Lily finished their security precautions barley a day before was suppressed by the adrenaline he felt while he ran straight towards the dark Lord, wand out. Before he could do or think much more, the green light flowed to him and hit him straight in the chest.

James Potter as the world new him was dead.

He woke up in the top bed of a bunkbed, looking at the dusty ceiling of a room. He breathed in a deep breath before he exhaled slowly. His mind was swirling with questions as to where he was and what had happened. James started to go through his mental list. He was supposed to be dead, but yet he didn't feel dead. Moreover, he would never expect the afterlife to contain dusty roofs with spiders and uncomfortable bunkbeds. His body felt real, and he let his hands check himself over if everything was in place. Everything felt right, if just a little small. He even noted that he still had wonky fumbled around for his glasses before he slowly got out of the bed, climbed down the ladder and felt a wooden floor under his bare feet. He noted that there was a sleeping form in the bed under his.

James looked about in the room, it was clearly owned by muggles as it contained items that would never enter a wizard's home, yet it also clearly belonged to a magical person as well, judging by the cauldron on the desk and the moving photographs on different moved forwards to look at the pictures on the shelf, maybe it could give him a clue as to where he was. Before he could get close enough to get at look, a nightlamp went on and he was faced at wandpoint by a teenager.

I am crazy were his first thought, as he was looking at a reflection of himself. The boy held his wand straight and looked at him with guarded eyes and a hostile posture. Before James had decided what his next action should be, he noticed his eyes.

Lily's eyes.

"holy shit!" he exclaimed before he raised his arms to show Harry the he was unarmed

Something had gone wrong, they had miscalculated something severe.