Hello peoples of the world! Thank you so much for reading (or beginning to read) my story! I am really greatful! Anyway, on with it. This is a story written by Lily, not Alice. This is my version of what happened before Harry Potter. Marauder generation. So, you'll have Lily, James, Remus, Peter, Snape, and Sirius is here in all his craziness. Hope you like it, please please please PLEASE Read and Review! I want reviews even more than I want caffeine! (And if you know me well that's saying something). By the way, this isn't the story, it just sort of explains the title.

Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling! That was easy...

Albus Dumbledore was walking toward him, sprightly and upright.

"Harry." He spread his arms wide, and his hands were both whole and white and undamaged. "You wonderful boy. You brave, brave man. Let us walk."

Stunned, Harry followed as Dumbledore…lead him to two seats that Harry had not previously noticed…Dumbledore sat down in one of them, and Harry fell into the other, staring at his old headmaster's face. Dumbledore's long silver hair and beard, the piercingly blue eyes behind half-moon spectacles, the crooked nose: Everything was as he had remembered it. And yet…

"But you're dead," said Harry.

"Oh yes," said Dumbledore matter-of-factly.

"Then…I'm dead too?"

"Ah," said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. "That is the question, isn't it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not."

They looked at each other, the old man still beaming.

"Not?" repeated Harry.

"Not," said Dumbledore.

"But…" Harry raised his hand instinctively toward the lightning bolt scar. It did not seem to be there. "But I should have died – I didn't defend myself! I meant to let him kill me!"

"And that," said Dumbledore, "will, I think, have made all the difference."

~Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

So...what did you think of the lame not-written-by-me prologue? I promise, it gets better! So after you read Chapter 1, please R&R!