"It wasn't what I expected…Married life. I mean James is great…but I think some times it was a mistake," Lily whispered sitting down in the seat before Dumbledore's desk. She opened her mouth to speak but didn't, a sigh escaped her, she knew she just had to tell him. "I…met this man… in a café, we had tea… lunch…dinner…" her voice trailed off.

"James…he's just James. The James he was in first year, the same James in Seventh year…he just goes through life…it just happens. He has no plans, just random thoughts that pass through his mind and he follows them. It's not that he's boring or that he's immature…but I don't think our school hood romance should have continued out side of school." There she had said it, she loved James for who he was but that's all he would ever be.

Dumbledore had his elbows propped up on the desk resting his head in his hands. He was looking down at the desk, "and the baby?"

"I don't know…But there are ways to tell? Right" she sat up an ounce of hope in her voice.

"Yes…yes, but Lily flower it's more than that, the Potter family…is a very old wizarding family. They have bloodlines that are very important. Lines that are needed in the upcoming war…there are things James knows, that his father knows, that will help us all." Dumbledore huffed.

"This man was he muggle?"

Lily shook her head.

"His name?" Dumbledore stated firmly.

"Tom Riddle."

"Damn it", Dumbledore stood, "tell me you are joking Lily. Tell me this is an elaborate joke that James and Sirius have put you up to…tell me" he slammed his fist on the desk angrily. But he knew this was no joke, and he knew just as well with out the test that this baby was the Riddle boy.

Dumbledore paced his office, Fawkes ruffled his feathers, and Dumbledore continued to pace. The silence went on, Lily slumped back in her chair. Her back was hurting her and again she was hungry. She shut her eyes almost losing her self in the comfort of the room.

"Do you know who Tom Riddle is Lily?"

Suddenly awake she sat up, "what do you mean? He's Tom Riddle. Do you know him?"

"Tom Riddle is Lord Voldemort, the last remaining heir to Slytherin house." he knelt at her side taking her hand, "and if this baby is his…he will want it." he rested a hand on her stomach, "he won't stop till he claims what is rightly his."

"You can't tell anyone, not James or your parents, a sister, best friend. Lily flower, we need to keep this a secret…for as long as possible."

***

31 July 1982

He came screaming into the world at precisely 9:37 PM. Proud papa pacing in the hall, exhausted mother lying in a bed that dozen of Potter woman had laid in before her. Dumbledore rushed in the room as soon as the midwife allowed him. He beckoned James to wait a few moments, Dumbledore set the baby down on the bed kneeling on the ground next to the beautiful boy. He waved the wand one time, a mutter of words and two smatter of sparks emerged, they flew through the air with one stream going directly to Lily.

Lily smiled, sitting up, the other spark spun around the room, Dumbledore opened the door to let the spark out. James stopped in the hall and turned to face the spark as it neared him but it went soaring over his head, across the hall and down the stairs where Remus Lupin was currently coming in the front door. He ducked as the trail of sparks flew past him to the outside.

James ran to Dumbledore, "was that a spell to determine the parents?" he cried.

"It was suppose to be James, I must be losing my touch," he lied, chuckling, "Lily's went out the window and yours out the door. Come see your wife and son." He smiled, pulling James into the room.

Lily heard the deliberate lie, she wanted to cry, if James hadn't been so excited about the baby he would had spotted the lie. She tried to fake a smile as her husband entered taking the small bundle of baby in his arms, she attempted to find joy in the way James instantly stared dotting over his son. James tried names out on the baby, asking the baby each time if he liked the name. Finally taking the baby to the small nursery in the next room, where their family and friends awaited the good news. She heard James announce the arrival of their son, then around of applause and cheers.

Lily collapsed back on the bed, "where did the other spark go?"

"Downstairs, it probably died out by now." Dumbledore sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hand in his. "Lily you can't tell him, not yet or perhaps ever."

***

Less than five miles away Lord Voldemort stood in a small gathering of trees. The Death Eaters surrounding him, the masked men of his army. He had his head tilted to the sky, watching the way the firelight lit the night, the flecks of light the moon shown through the trees. Suddenly a cry of attack echoed around him, the Death Eaters pulled their wands, a red light was quickly speeding toward him. Death Eaters were quickly putting up shields and temporary barriers but it didn't stop the light. It circled once over the group and then dipped down to Lord Voldemort, the light spun around him once more circling as if it was trying to make sure it had the right person. Then the light darted and went into Voldemorts chest.

A warm sensation covered his body, a tingle in his toes, a tingle of joy…he smiled. A baby had been born. Surprise radiated off the man… his baby had been born.

TBC

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