Authors Note: Well if you know me you'd know that this is not my first fanfiction. However this is my first fanfiction that has some sort of a plot. I have a vague outline, which means that for once I somewhat know what I'm doing.

Summary: What if James Potter didn't die on the night Voldemort came to Gordic's Hollow? What if he got sent say … 1000 years into the past and met the four founders of Hogwarts? What if 14 years later he got a chance to return to the present? Well this is what I think would happen. Definitely going to be AU, probably starting in the end of 5th book.

Disclaimer: What don't I own…where to start? I don't own this computer, I don't own the internet, I don't own the alphabet, I don't own the numerical system…what am I forgetting? Oh yeah! I don't own any of the books in the Harry Potter series, I don't own the characters in any of the books in the Harry Potter series, I don't own the words J.K. Rowling made up or used in her books, and at last I don't own J.K. Rowling. I do however own the idea for this plot. As far as I remember, which I hope is not that little, I haven't ever read this kind of a fic but hey what do I know?

The Night at Godric's Hollow

It was night. It was night in Paris. It was night in Moscow. It was night in Rome. It was night in Berlin. It was night in Madrid. And it was night in quite a few other European countries (1). Yes it was night but this story isn't about where in the world night was, it just helps to know how late or how early it is when a story takes place. Well as I said it was night in many places one of those places where night was looming over the already miserable rainy, musky streets was London. But I'm not going to talk about London in this story either What I am going to talk about is not geography, time zones, or even various weather conditions, but a man. A man with messy black hair, round glasses, and hazel eyes. I will talk about James Potter.

Well the said man was sitting on a blue cozy couch with three of his closest thisgs near by. His beautiful wife Lily Potter, his baby boy Harry Potter, and of course his broom Cindy. What he didn't know however was that this is the last time the four would be sitting together like this. But hey what he doesn't know won't hurt him…right?

So as the happy family was sitting on the couch having one of those sweet little family moments James heard a faint rustle of leaves outside. He almost dismissed it as just the wind when he heard the rustle again just outside his door, but before he had time to comprehend what was going on the door blew open and the Dark Lord in all his frightful, atrocious, and dreadful glory bursed through the door.

James's P.O.V.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off," I yelled

There he was. The man, no the thing that we have been hiding from for what seems like forever. There it was. Voldemort. I hate him. That's all I can think of right now, how much I hate him. The pain he has caused so many people, the pain he had caused to the people I love and care about.

It's funny how somehow deep down I always knew that somehow in some bizarre, uncanny way he would find me. That he will find Lily. And of course Harry. I cannot imagine for the life of me why someone would want to hurt something so fragile, something so pure, something so innocent as a baby. I just can't.

I always though of what would happen if he found me and not I was about to find out what really going to happen.

The next thing I could think of right after the pure and immense hate I felt toward Voldemort was Peter. He betrayed us? He betrayed us. He betrayed us! I can't believe it! The poor little Peter, the little boy who I had always done my best to help. The man I would have died for. Peter. I can't imagine how a person could just sell another person out like that. That concept has always been beyond me. I knew it happened. Of course I knew. I spent seven years in the same school with quite a few people who would sell their own mothers out in a heartbeat. People like Snape, Lucius, Narcissa, Bellatrix, and many other Slyrtherins. But I had never though that my friend would sell me out like this. I mean I know that I had never been as close to him as I've been to Sirius but Peter was still my friend. He was one of my best friends. He was a Marauder. He was a brother to me by all but blood. He was like one of those little brothers that always need your help, for you to stand up for him, to explain things to him. How could you do this to me Pete? How could you do this to Lily? How could you do this to baby Harry? How? Why?

I should probably stop thinking about that now. Voldemort was close. I had to focus on fighting and getting a little time for Lily to get Harry and herself out of here. The task seemed nearly impossible. I mean we took so much time to make sure nobody can get in with all the charms and wards we forgot the simple fact that if something like this happened we wouldn't be able to get out! Now that I think about it seems so stupid!

But I can't think about that now I have to make some more time for Lily. So the best thing to do right now would be to fight with all I got.

"Adustum!(2)" I yelled, it was an advanced burning hex.

Voldemort however reflected it with a wave of his wand and a non-verbal spell.

"Fracta!" I tried again. This time it was an advanced bone-breaking spell.

Again nothing. What scared me the most however was that Voldemort haven't even tried to cast any sort of offensive spells on me. He probably just wants me to think that I have him where I want him and then end it with an Avada Kadavra. Well on contraire of the common believe I am not stupid so I'm not about to get cocky. That's also probably why he isn't gloating, yet. Stupid Voldie!

"Excrucio, Dolor, Morsus, Poena!" I tried a few darker spells. No success again.

"Cruciamentum, Excrucio, Torqueo!" My spells were getting darker and darker. These spells are very similar to the Cruciatus curse but not quite there yet. I had promised myself in fifth year that I would not use an unforgivable curse even if my life depended on it and I tend to stay by my promises no matter what they cost me. It's probably the principle of the thing, but I will not sink to his level.

Finally Voldemort made a move. He didn't say anything to me. He just pointed his want at me and uttered two words two words I hope and prayed I or any in my family will ever have to hear, "Avada Kadavra!"

All I heard next was maniacal laughter, then nothing.

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

I could see Nothing.

I could hear Nothing.

I could smell Nothing.

I could taste Nothing.

I could feel Nothing.

I would say hi to Nothing but the facts was that I couldn't even say Nothing.

Nothing

Still Nothing.

Merlin this is soooo boring!

Am I dead?

I wonder if dead people wonder if they're dead?

This whole being dead thing is a little boring.

Actually never mind, it's a lot bring!

And where in Dumbledore beard is the promised 'White Light'?

Oooooh! There it is! Though it doesn't look very white more like a fire on wax candle kind of color.

Suddenly I realized that I could feel again. I could feel my senses coming back. I could also feel my body aching.

And I gradually started to realize that the fire on wax candle kind of color was in fact a fire on a wax candle and not any form of the 'White Light'.

The next thing I could see was four people. The four people were sitting beside me. I am positive that I've never met them before in my life yet they seem somehow familiar. Two of those people were male and the other two female. As one of the females, a blonde woman of about 35 with chubby rosy cheeks saw I was waking up, she smiled and said, "Hello. I am Helga." Then she pointed at the three sitting a little behind her, "And this is Rowena, Salazar, and Gordic. Mr. Potter welcome to the year 981!"

(1) I would like to point out that I am perfectly aware that not only people in Europe have night at the same time London does I just didn't feel like getting my History book out again and listing the rest.

(2) Those spells could actually be used as really Harry Potter spells because I found all of them in a Latin/English dictionary.

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Authors Note: I don't know if I should continue this or not. I want to because for once I have a vague idea of an outline and plot so tell me if this story is worth writing because if it isn't I don't want to waste my time under false pretenses. So just review saying if I should continue or not k? Please? Flames are not welcome if you do decide to flame just know that I won't take it to heart. Constructive though is always highly appreciated.

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