A/N- I don't own any of the names, places, etc, etc

A/N- I don't own any of the names, places, etc, etc. All I did was make up a storyline. This goes for the rest of the chapters, okie?

Well peeps, this is my first fanfic so be nice. I wanted to have an alternative ending to the Potter's deaths, so here goes. " " Is talk. ' 'Is thought. [ ] Is 'happening somewhere else. Lets get started.

17yr old James twirled his emerald- eyed 17yr old girlfriend around the dance floor nearly knocking 17yr old Sirius and Celeste down in the process.

"Hey, watch out James," called the black- haired boy after him.

James gave him one of his lopsided grins and winked.

"I'm enjoying myself. What am I supposed to do?" James called out.

He turned to Lily and shrugged. Emerald- eyed Lily Evans gave him one of her seductive smiles.

"Are you really enjoying yourself that much, Prongs?" teased Lily, using his Marauder codename.

"Who couldn't with you around," James murmured, brushing his lips against hers.

Lily looked up at James. His always-messy hair was gelled back and he was gazing at her in his usual way. Head cocked to one side with a lopsided grin on his face. She grinned again and they quietly waltzed as the music turned to a slow song.

["That's right. Keep on dancing. You have no idea about the prophecy bestowed upon you," a deep voice said to himself, watching the couple through a cauldron, "Two strong magic users will bring in the last of the Mages. He will defeat the Lord Voldemort."

"Defeat me?" he continued, "No one can defeat me. I will see to it that they do not bring forth this powerful wizard or my name is not Lord Voldemort."

With that, the masked creature with red eyes tapped the contents of the cauldron with his wand making the image disappear.]

James looked at the magical ceiling of the Great Hall in the best Magic school in the world.

'I'm going to miss Hogwarts,' James thought to himself.

"James?"

"Hmmm?" he replied.

"James," came Lily's voice again, "wake up."