A/N The plot is beginning to thinking, and the train is fueling up. Oh, now it's getting fun! Right now I think it would ruin some of the foreshadowing to answer to many questions, and I have not gotten to many of them anyway. So I wont answer reviews on this chapter.
If I have spelled any words or names wrong, I urge you to point them out to me.

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Hundred of miles away from Dumbledore's sight, and Remus Lupin's smell, a small child of one year, was sleeping peacefully in a hospitals nursery.

Ryan and Elisabeth watched through a window as the small child slept. They were still waiting for the Doctor to come back, and tell them if everything was alright (he had, had to leave urgently for another case in the middle of speaking to them before).
"I'll go get some coffee, alright Elisabeth?" Ryan asked, but his eyes never left the small baby. His wife nodded slowly, releasing her husbands hand, and slowly he shifted his eyes down one of the hallways. When he came back with the luke warm liquid he found his wife talking to the Doctor- he rushed over.

"-find a temporary home, and look for his parents. Maybe he was kidnapped, in which case they will be given back the child. But if they abandoned him, we will have to find him a permanent home." He was saying. Ryan searched for the mans name card and when he found it, asked.

"Dr. Kenard, what do you think is the most possible?" Merric Kenard's face turned grave for a moment, then he forced neutrality onto it.

"Well, if you think about it logically, then I think my last statement. Most do not kidnap a baby to hurt it. They usual ask ransom or else they are people who can not have children. If a child is hurt, I think it was abandoned." He sighed, and glanced at the nursery.

"How do you find temporary homes? Or in the event of needing it- permanent ones?" Elisabeth asked eagerly, yet at the same time grave. The Doctor regarded her for a moment, then said.

"We look up foster family's that could take in the child. That family must have proper training, but otherwise" He shrugged half heartedly. "You just hope the child doesn't get tossed from house to house."

He took a sip go the luke warm coffee he had been swirling, and when Elisabeth opened her mouth to say something he gazed up at her, coffee forgotten.

"Ryan and I thought of adopting once, we took all the necessary training, could we..." She let her voice trail off. The Doctor was smiling.

"It's not my place to say, but I could put in a good word to the Mrs. Kenard, who I think is the person who is checking on the child." A grin had settling on his face, and Elisabeth realized that the name was not a coincidence. "I am sure when I tell her how you brought the child in, and found him. Not to mention how he would not let go of Mr. Mcclain's shirt when he came in, she would be very happy to look into your request."

Hogwarts same day.

Green eyes opened to the world for the first time in fourteen years, and then they shut only moments later. The light, even as dim as it was, shot through Lily Potter's eyes, and gave her a brief headache.
She forced them to stay open the next time she dared to move.

Her whole body was numb, like one gets when they sit on there foot to long. Gazing at the ceiling, she guessed she was in the hospital. Why? She didn't remember James or her doing anything dangerous for Dombledore- they had been to busy...
Lily shut her eyes tightly, for reasons not of light but of memories, suddenly realizing what had happened.


Were was Harry? Were was James? She wanted to know, but could not force her tight throat to speak. She wanted to turn her head, but it felt as though it were glass, and would break at the movement. Were was her baby?

Being not able to move, feeling helpless and unsure, Lily let tears flow to her eyes. Even though she could not bring her sore hands to rub them away. Someone must have heard the soft tears, for a warm hand was wiping them away.

"Shhh, its okay now. Its all over Lily, he's gone." The hand gripped her own, and she found her self able to grip her husbands hand back.

"James, were's Harry?" She asked desperately after he had helped her to sit up, and had handed her a drink. He did not answer for a long moment, merely stared solemnly down at his folded hands. Even as he said the words, they were as soft as he could make them audible.

"They didn't find him." The soft tone did not subtle Lily's reaction. She put her head in her hands and wept, chanting softly about her child. How he had died even when she had tried, so desperately and so in vain, to protect him.

Her emotions changed quickly when they did though, and for the sharper. Lily's chanting, still soft beneath her breath, was now cursing Voldemort. James sat by her side, and told her of the search party out to find him, of all the people looking.

And that was when they both heard the loud, disagreeing shouts coming from just outside the infirmary door.