This part was done by Kalantha Knox. Chapter Six.

//"When we sent people to retrieve his body, it wasn't there. One of his followers must have found him first and taken his body, but for what purposes, I do not know."//

Nobody in the room spoke for a few moments. They listened as Dumbledore and McGonagall finished their conversation, then walked off. Finally, Lily shut the door, and they began to talk.

"Gone?" Sirius repeated.

James shook his head. "I can't believe it. They're quick. How could have they known?"

"Easy," Lily answered. "A tracking charm would do it. Like those clocks we saw in Diagon Alley, the Death Eaters could see where Voldemort was, and in what condition, at all times."

"What can we do? What will they do?" Sirius asked.

No one answered, but they all knew exactly what. The Death Eaters were going to try and bring the Dark Lord back to life.

"We can't do anything tonight, we're all exhausted." James told them. "Tomorrow, we'll do something."

Sirius started to protest, but Lily nodded.

"Agreed." She spoke for the two of them. Sirius left for his own room, angry about their lack of action.

James and Lily headed for the bed and sat next to each other, her head resting on his shoulder. Harry slept soundly in her arms, his thumb in his mouth.

"That was way too close." Lily told James.

"Yeah," He murmured in agreement, his eyes closed. He rested his head against the wall, looking near sleep.

Lily stroked the sleeping baby's black hair, holding back tears. She was lucky he was still alive, still able to be in her arms. He was almost gone. She did not want to see Voldemort near her baby, ever again. Was he going to stay defeated, or rise again, possibly more powerful than before? If he came back, what would he do to Harry?

When she drew back the hair covering his forehead, her thoughts were disrupted. She had noticed something very odd. "James, look." She lifted Harry into a sitting position. He stirred, then went back to sleep.

"What?" James opened his eyes, and looked at his son's forehead. His expression changed to that of confusion. "A cut." He stated, staring at the place where Voldemort's curse had been aimed.

Earlier on, while they were walking through the tunnel to Hogwarts, they had noticed the strange cut, in the shape of lightning, on his forehead.

"That'll scar for sure," James had said, making sure the cut was clean and starting to heal it.

"If he ends up with hair anything like yours, no one will see it anyways," Sirius then joked. "Ha ha."

"We should get Madam Pomfrey to look at it," Lily had insisted, pulling her baby closer to her body.

Now, only an hour later, Lily and James stared at where the angry red mark had been. They both lacked an explanation for the strange thing that had taken place.

"I can't believe it. The scar is completely gone," Lily whispered.