Chapter 2

"I can see him James! He's marching through the street with a few men in black cloaks."

"Malfoy I suspect. He's being dying to get rid of me ever since I tried to stop him joining the death eaters."

"James…I'm scared; what if we fail?"

"We won't Lily, you know the plan"

"I'm so worried about Harry" Lily and James turned to see their baby son building a pile of blocks on the carpet. There was a bang at the door.

"He's here." A hooded figure marched into the room and snarled. Without saying a word Voldermort waved his wand at Lily and James.

A piercing scream rang through the air. In a flash, Harry's parents had disappeared. Harry watched Voldermort's lips curl up into a smirk as he turned round to face the delicate button nosed baby behind him.

"And now…it's your turn." Voldermort yelled the magic words and slashed is wand at Harry. His blood-curdling cackle stopped as Harry picked himself up and crawled to Voldermort. He tugged at his cloak and gave a gurgling laugh. Voldermort almost collapsed. He swished his black cloak over Harry and marched out of the door quickly, leaving Harry behind. There was a flash of lightning outside and everything went quiet. Lily fell to the floor and ran to her baby.

"My darling you survived!!!"

"He's a true Potter! But Lily, we can't take him, everyone thinks we're dead. We must leave him. Trust me, Albus knows what to do I told him the plan. And Sirius will be there to guide Harry. We will reveal ourselves to Harry on the day he turns 18. "

"But James, he's our little boy- please…"

"No Lily. We can't, trust me we must go- here the portkey. You know we have to" Lily ruffled Harry's brown locks and kissed his head.

"See you soon Harry- my boy who lived" And in a swirl so confusing to Harry his parents disappeared. Harry began to cry.

"Harry- HARRY I'm not going to tell you one more flamin' time to get out of the bloody bed and stop yelling." Harry opened his eyes with a start.

"S-s-sorry Uncle Vernon"

"Hmph…your friends are due in an hour." Uncle Vernon stormed out and slammed the door so hard Harry's glasses flew of his bedside table. He reached down to pick them up, holding his head. His scar hurt so badly. It felt as though someone had reached inside his head with a scorching hand and opened up the scar. Harry found he was shaking as he tried to recall as much of the dream as possible. His parents? Not dead? No…it couldn't be possible. Or could it?