Author's Note: I've rewritten this chapter.

Disclaimer: I wish.

Chapter One

The Boy Who Lived

The Potters lived a simple, but good life, even if they have been in hiding since 1980. They have lived in Godric's Hollow since. On July thirty-first, 1980, their first child, a son, was born. His name is Harry James. On May first, 1981, their friends, the Blacks, had their first child, a daughter, named Rhiannon Melody. On August thirty-first, 1981, the Potters had their first daughter, her name is Elizabeth Lily. On June twelfth, 1982, their third child was born, a girl named Sarah Hyacinth. Now, Harry, Elizabeth, and Sarah have rarely been outside of their house for safety reasons. James and Lily Potter are being hunted down by the Dark wizard, Lord Voldemort.

Lily also happened to have a sister, but she hadn't spoken to her sister in many years. Her sister, she knew, had a son, about Harry's age, named Dudley. Lily had never seen her nephew, only a picture her sister had sent the last time she wrote.

Our story begins, however, on Hallowe'en of '83. It was a beautiful, autumn morning, the sun peeking in through the curtains. Everyone was sleeping soundly, until Sarah woke up. An argument of sorts immediately began in the master bedroom.

"Your daughter is awake," Lily muttered sleepily.

"After sunrise, she's your daughter," James countered.

"I got up with her yesterday," Lily murmured.

"I got up with her three days in a row last week," James reminded her.

"That's because I was at Sirius's helping him with Rhiannon who had the dragon pox."

"Okay, how's this? You can get Sarah and I'll get Harry and Elizabeth, I'll even make breakfast. Deal?" James asked.

"Deal, but I'm making breakfast, ask the kids what they want," Lily said, flinging off the comforter. She rose out of bed, put on her slippers, and slipped into her dressing gown.

James flung off the rest of the comforter, threw a shirt on, and headed out the door with Lily. While she headed to the door across from their own, to where Sarah was still crying, James walked two doors down the hall to Elizabeth's room. He opened the door to find Elizabeth on her bed looking at a Quidditch picture book.

"Good morning, Daddy," she said.

"Morning, Lizzie," James said, sitting next to her.

"Can I play that?" she asked.

"When you're older," he answered.

"You teach me?"

"Yup," James replied. "How 'bout some breakfast? Mummy has Sarah downstairs."

"Okay," she said. "Up?" she asked, holding her arms up hopefully.

James scooped his daughter up. "Shall we go get Harry?" Elizabeth nodded.

They headed across the hall to Harry's room. James opened the door, Harry was on his bed, looking at the exact same book Elizabeth had been.

Harry looked up. "Hi, Daddy."

"Hey, Harry, d'you want something to eat?"

Harry nodded. "Well, come on, then." James held out his right hand. Harry clambered out of bed, and took his father's hand.

"What do you want for breakfast?" James asked his children, as they headed downstairs.

"Waffles!" Elizabeth shouted.

"Treacle tart!" Harry yelled.

"Lizzie, that was my ear."

"Waffles!" she whispered.

"Thank you. And, Harry, you can't have treacle tart in the morning," James said sternly.

"Why not?"

"Because treacle tart isn't breakfast food," James said.

"What about bacon?"

"You can have bacon for breakfast."

"Okay, I want bacon."

"Bacon it is. Does Lizzie still want waffles?"

She nodded, "Mhm."

They entered the kitchen. James put Elizabeth into her chair, which had a booster seat attached. Sarah was in her highchair, and Harry climbed onto his chair.

"Lizzie would like waffles and Harry wants bacon," James informed his wife.
"Bacon and waffles coming up," Lily said. "What will you have?"

"Just toast, thanks," James said.

"Okay."

Soon the kitchen was filled with the smell of bacon, waffles, toast, and porridge.

"I was thinking, after the kids have their naps, we should take them out back to play with the leaves," James said.

So, the morning passed with Harry and Elizabeth on their toy broomsticks being chased by James, lunch, and napping.

The afternoon found the family outside playing.

"Mummy, look at me!" Elizabeth shouted, who was being buried by her father and brother in leaves.

"I see, Lizzie," Lily laughed, who could only see her daughter because of her red hair. Lily was watching Sarah, who was crawling on the ground. "Sarah, no! You can't eat dirt! Or rocks!"

Eventually, Lily brought Sarah into the house to make a dinner of fish and chips. Lily called to her husband to bring in the children, and clean them up for dinner.

"Look at you two, you're still filthy! You'll both need baths tonight," Lily said when they walked into the kitchen to eat.

"After supper?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes," Lily said.

So, after dinner and after the children were bathed, James was entertaining Harry and Elizabeth, in the sitting room, by making puffs of coloured smoke erupt from his wand. They laughed as they tried to grab the smoke, Harry in his blue pyjamas, and Elizabeth in pyjamas the same colour as her hair.


James's POV

"James, I have to bring Sarah to St. Mungo's, I think she might be sick with something," Lily called from our youngest daughter's room. I got up, and went to where Lily was, and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, which she returned.

"I'll be back in the morning, James," Lily said, when we broke apart.

"But I love you, Lily," I said smiling.

"I love you, too, James," Lily said.

I picked up Sarah, and kissed her on the forehead.

"And Daddy loves Sarah. Now be good for Mummy." I handed her to Lily. "Be careful." Lily nodded and headed out the door. I headed back to Harry and Elizabeth. I continued to blow puffs of coloured smoke, Harry and Elizabeth continued trying to catch the smoke, then it was different coloured bubbles, eventually Harry and Elizabeth got bored.

"Daddy?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes, Lizzie?"

"Can we ride our broomsticks?"

"I don't know…"

"Pease? Just for a half hour?"

"I guess."

"Yay!" Elizabeth said with delight, and with Harry, they went and got their broomsticks. After a couple minutes, Harry and Elizabeth returned; Harry was clutching the one he had received from Sirius for his first birthday. They mounted their brooms and took off, I chased after them for a half an hour until an owl fluttered in. I opened the letter, it was from Lily.

Dear James,

It's all right; Sarah just has a bit of vanishing sickness. The Healer said it is very hard to tell, which is why it is named so, and we should watch Harry and Lizzie for symptoms. I'll be home with Sarah in the morning; they just want to make sure the potion they gave her worked. I was going to tell you this when I saw you, but I can't wait. James, I'm pregnant!

Love,

Lily

I stifled my yelp of joy, we would tell Lizzie and Harry together.

I glanced at the clock, it read 9:00.

"Okay, you two, it is time for bed. When you wake up Mum'll be back," I said, as Harry and Elizabeth came in the room. They reluctantly got off their brooms and followed me up the stairs to their rooms. I turned to Harry, "Go to your room, I'll be there in a minute." Harry went; I followed Elizabeth into her room. She climbed into her bed.

"'Night, Lizzie. Love you," I said kissing her on the forehead.

"'Night, Daddy. Love you, too," she said sleepily. I extinguished the lamp and went to Harry's room. Harry was already in bed. I went through the same routine with Harry and was about to leave when a high, cold voice spoke.

"Well, isn't this touching?" Voldemort had his wand pointed at Harry, whose eyes didn't show fear, yet. I spun around slowly.

"Stand aside, Potter, you needn't die, just your son here," Voldemort said.

"Why kill a little boy? He hasn't done anything too you, yet. Kill me, instead. What's he done to you?" I said, although I knew what, I knew about the prophecy; Dumbledore had told us about it.

"He's done much by being born and living for three years," Voldemort answered. "Now stand aside."

"No. Kill me, instead, just don't kill Harry. Take me instead," I said.

"Move out of the way."

"Some would call it cowardice, killing your enemy before he can even defend himself, just because it's easier," I taunted.

"Stand aside, Potter."

"No. Take me instead."

"You don't have to die, Potter, just the boy."

"No." As Voldemort pointed his wand at me, my thoughts strayed to my children. Harry, who was the spitting image of me, except he had Lily's eyes, Elizabeth, who looked exactly like Lily, and Sarah, she too looked like Lily, only she had black hair. And my unborn child, who I would never know. It was almost tempting to come back as ghost and haunt Wormtail for betraying me and Lily. Lily. Poor Lily would come back and find all three of us dead. I pictured her face as Voldemort raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

And everything went black.


From Harry's Perspective

Harry watched as his father fell to the ground. Somehow, he knew it wasn't a game. Somehow, he knew is father would not be getting up from the floor again. Somehow, he knew the same thing would happen to him.


Voldemort's POV

I turned my wand on the child. The child hadn't cried out, nor was there any tears on his face. I opened my mouth to say the curse but the child spoke first.

"Coward," growled the child. Like father, like son, how dare they call me a coward?

"Avada Kedavra!" The curse rebounded on me and destroyed me, and the house. I was nothing.


From Harry's Perspective

He waited for something to happen, but nothing happened. Harry looked; Voldemort was no longer there, nor was there a body. He watched as the house crumbled. He heard Elizabeth scream.


From Elizabeth's Perspective

Elizabeth heard the stair creak, she opened her door to see if it was the cat, but it wasn't, because the cat was right in front of her door. She brought him in, locked her door, and crawled back in bed quietly. She heard her father arguing with Voldemort, then she heard the Killing Curse, and saw green light, then Harry called Voldemort a coward, then silence. Tears were pouring down her face as she waited for Voldemort to come, but the house had started to crumble. Her door opened, Elizabeth tightened her grip on the cat. But instead of Voldemort, it was–

"Harry?"


From Harry's Perspective

Harry decided to go and get Elizabeth. He slipped out of bed –he didn't look at James– and walked to the room beside his. When he opened her door, she was clutching the cat, crying.

"C'mon Lizzie, let's go and send a letter to Padfoot, he can help us," Harry choked out.

They walked down the stairs into their sitting room, Harry grabbed a piece parchment, and a long, acid-green quill Lily had told them to use in emergencies. All they had to do, she had told them, was place the quill on the parchment, and tell it what to write, and it doesn't matter if they can't read. Harry placed the quill on the parchment.

"Padfoot, Help. Harry and Lizzie," he dictated to the quill. When the quill had stopped, he picked up the letter and gave it to the owl who took it in his beak, and flew off. Harry and Elizabeth sat on the couch, tears racing down their cheeks.


Sirius's POV

I had just returned from checking Wormtail's hiding place, when I was startledby James' owl when helandedin front of me. The letter was rather short.

Padfoot–

Help.

–Harry and Lizzie

My insides turned cold. That could only mean one thing. Well, I already knew, but how in the name of Merlin were Harry and Lizzie still alive?

"You don't mind Apparition, do you?" the owl fluttered onto my shoulder, and its talons dug deep into my skin. "I'll take that as a 'no'," I muttered before darkness closed in on me. I opened my eyes to see Lily and James' house in ruins. It looked damaged beyond magical repair. Maybe Dumbledore can fix it? I walked into the house.

"Oomph," Two little bodies had attached themselves to my legs. I looked down to Harry's black hair, and Elizabeth's red. Then I was looking at their green eyes. I walked over to the sofa, and pried Harry off my leg, then Lizzie.

"Where's your mum and Sarah?"

"Hospital."

"Where's James?" I asked gently.

"I-in m-my r-room," Harry said.

I went upstairs, and I found James' body.

"Moony!" I heard Lizzie and Harry shriek with subdued joy.


Remus's POV

I had just put Elizabeth and Harry back on the sofa when Sirius came down.

"James is dead, Remus," he stated flatly. "What are you doing here?"

"I Apparated to your place, and found the letter from Harry and decided to come and see," I said. "Why did you do it?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why did you sell Lily and James to Voldemort?"

"Moony, do you honestly think I'd hand my best friends to Voldemort?" he asked incredulously. "I am no longer the Secret Keeper."

"Then if you're not Secret Keeper, who is?" I asked.

"Wormtail is."

"Peter?"

"I went to check his hiding place, and he wasn't there," Sirius said.

"Should someone tell Dumbledore? And what about Lily? Where is Lily?"

"The kids said she went to St. Mungo's."

"What for?" I looked down to see Lizzie tugging at my cloak.

"This came from Mummy." Sirius and I read it together. We were stunned.

"Let's write a letter to Dumbledore," Sirius said, grabbing a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

James is dead, but Harry is still alive, somehow. Lily took Sarah to St. Mungo's. Who is going to tell Lily? Moony and I are with the kids.

From,

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin

I gave it to the owl.

We sat on the sofa and slowly we all fell asleep.


Lily's POV

I came home only to find my house in ruins. I quickly ran into my house. I entered the sitting room, and found Harry, Lizzie, Remus, and Sirius fast asleep on my sofa. I put Sarah down, and went to look for James. I found him dead at the foot of Harry's bed. I stifled my scream, and ran down the stairs to wake Sirius and Remus.

"Sirius, wake up!"

"Why?"

"So I can hex you into next year!"

"You want me to wake up so you can hex me?"

"Yes."

"Lily, what would be the point? Hexing me into next year won't make James come back, you know," he said, pushing himself into a sitting position.

"I know. I dunno, I just feel so… lost without him. But is it true, Sirius, is he really gone?" I asked.

"Yes, and now that you are back, I'm going to hunt Wormtail myself and kill him," Sirius said, making to get up off the sofa. I grabbed his arm. "What?"

"What about Rhiannon?" I asked him.

"She has you lot," he said.

"And what am I suppose to tell her when she asks where you are? I'm sorry, honey, but he's in Azkaban the rest of his life, because he avenged his best friend's murder?" I asked. "She's already lost her mother, she doesn't need to lose you, too. Speaking of Rhiannon, where is she?"

"Andromeda's looking after her," he answered. "Wait, how did you know Voldemort's gone?"

"There's already rumours going around, Harry's going to be very famous, and Lizzie's already a part of the story," I said, looking at my children still sleeping. I noticed a cut on Harry's forehead, it was in the shape of a lightning bolt.

Just then, the door burst open to reveal Dumbledore.

"Where is he?" Dumbledore asked, his voice low and dangerous, and his wand raised.

"Where is who?" I asked, seeing as just 'he' could refer to several people in my crumbling home.

"Sirius Black," he replied.

"It wasn't him, Professor! Peter was our Secret Keeper. We didn't think Voldemort would use Peter," I explained. Dumbledore lowered his wand.

"Where is Peter Pettigrew?"

"I don't know. Ask Sirius," I said. "But Professor, how is it Voldemort couldn't kill Harry? He's only three. How did a little boy stop him?"

"Alas, Lily, I'm not sure," Dumbledore said.


Author's Note: Okay, so I rewrote this chapter, because I didn't really like the original. I know the POV still changes a lot, but I've inserted line breaks this time, and with Harry and Elizabeth, I know it sort of backtracks a bit, but I figured, we still need to see it through Elizabeth's perspective a bit, and Harry's. So, yeah, let me know if it's better or worse than the original. If it's worse, I'll stick the original back on. Okay, and I know I used some of the original in this.