A/N: IMPORTANT. I up loaded a rewritten chapter for the first chapter. Please read it, it puts light on evidence that should have been in the last one, thank you. Again, I tell you that your answers will be on my livejournal.

ON WITH THE STORY

"Harry Potter, you see, had found his destiny, before most can even say they even spoke a full, well grammar, sentence, for his was formed before he was born, and confirmed at the age of one. Indeed, his first year of life, would be full of love, and confusion. His parents would move many times, in that short year, all the time, trying to escape from the clutches of Tom Riddle, and man who preferred to call himself Voldemort or The Dark Lord."

Dumbledore paused here, to survey the couple. They seemed confused, they had made no connection yet.

"Voldemort was a Wizard, a very powerful one, who was, and I do not use the term often, evil. I am not sure I know why, Mr. Riddle, became what he was, but that is another story. Lily and James Potter, finally settled in the last of their hiding places, and decided to use the strongest form of concealment, the Fidelius Charm. It is a complex spell, and relies on a person, the Secret Keeper, to hold the location in their very soul.

"As long as this Secret Keeper does not want to speak of the location, then this man could not have seen Lily and James. In fact, the spell is so well done, that Tom could have had his nose on the kitchen window, and Lily doing dishes in there, and he would not have seen her. He would have seen a barren room, with not one living in it.

"Obviously, this Secret Keeper, has to be of absolute loyalty, and can not be on the side of Voldemort. I urged them to pick me, as I am well known for being against Tom, and he feared me, to an extent. James, politely refused, and informed me they were going to use Sirius Black, a man I was sure was not on the Dark side, and who James said 'would die before giving our location away'. It seemed the best person they could have chosen, since they had refused me.

"Only, something went wrong, and the Potter's were attacked. It seemed that, although not known for many more years, Sirius Black had come to the Potter's and offered a better choice. 'Everyone will know you picked me, he'll come right to me. But if you pick Peter, (Peter Pettigrew another friend of James's from school though not as well as Sirius) then he'll come to me, and I won't have it. No one will ever guess Peter's the Secret Keeper.' He had said.

"Reluctantly, James agreed, and they switched without telling anyone. Not even me. You can imagine then, that when the Potter's were attacked, who everyone thought betrayed them. Not Peter, no one knew they had changed, but Sirius Black. Even I did not see the truth.

"James Potter, was killed in the entry way, attempting to give his wife and child time to escape. He must have known, I am sure, that he would die. He sacrificed himself, for a child, and woman he loved dearly.

"Lily Potter, had run up to the nursery, and picked up her child. She rushed to the door, but he was already standing there. Blocking her only escape. She hugged her child tight, and fell to her knees. Then she begged, begged for mercy to a man who had lost his heart many years ago.

"He laughed at her, told her to step aside, but she did not. She continued to beg. 'Not Harry, not Harry. Have mercy, please take me instead.." She cried. But he did not spare the young Potter, he killed the mother, and moved to lift his wand to the boy.
"What he did not know, was that as he cast The Killing spell on the boy, that he was fulfilling his part of the prophesy."

Elizabeth took a breath, so Dumbledore paused and allowed her to speak. "This prophesy, what was it?"

"Ah, it seems I have made my first mistake in this story. It is a long one, and I seem to have lost one of its many threads. THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES...BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES...AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT...AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HANDS OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER OTHER SURVIVES...THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES.

"What Voldemort was unaware of, was that as he lifted and cast the Killing spell, Avada Kedavra, he did not know he was fulfilling his part of the prophesy. AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, Voldemort did not know, that with that spell, and the lightning bolt scar it would leave on the child's forehead, that he had marked the child as his equal."

Dumbledore could see a beginning spark of connection flare in the two, so he hurriedly continued, before questions began forming on their tongues.

"This spell, the same that had killed Lily and James Potter, and many before them, for it has no counter curse, no potion to cure it, nor can it be blocked by a shield- no one had ever survived it. Yet, this time, it rebounded on the caster. It had bounced off of Harry Potter, and struck Voldemort. He did not die, but became a shadow of himself, with out a body.

"Young Harry Potter, was picked up from the ruble. And brought to his Aunt and Uncle's, were he would stay until he was eleven years old. At which he time he would receive his Hogwarts Letter, exempting him to the school, and bringing him back into his world.

"He would be surprised, when he was brought back, to learn he was famous, for he had saved the Wizarding World from Voldemort, and many thought he had even killed him.
His first year would prove other wise though, as Voldemort found his way into the castle, aided by one of the teachers."

WAITING ROOM...

Hermione sighed, and sent one more fleeting glance around the sitting area, but Godric was still missing.

"Who are you looking for?" Hermione snapped to look at Lily, a bit startled by the her voice. With Harry Potter, back in the mix, she had almost forgotten she was twenty two, not fifteen, and that the Potter's were alive.

"No one, just waiting, same as you. I'm.. A little lost on patience is all." Lily reached out a hand, and squeezed her shoulder in reassurance.

"It all right, dear, we all are." She let her hand drop, and led Hermione to a chair. "Have you seen Remus by the way?" Hermione shook her head, so they settled themselves down to wait longer.

"We don't know who were waiting for, do you?" Hermione swallowed, and stared down at her hands, fingers laced on her lap.

"I have an idea." She admitted, closing her eyes as if to shut out the pain of something. She could almost see James lean forward, that lopsided grin coming to his face. That smile, that always seemed to come when everyone else was frowning.

"Who?" He asked, and she could even hear it. She could hear Harry in him also, a constant reminder. She wished he had not asked that, wished that they had sat silently, even if that meant they thought someone had died. "Hermione?"

Again, she wished no one was speaking. Devlin McClain, and Harry Potter; one in the same, yet from what Godric had told her, quite different.

Devlin McClain, the boy, the eight year old boy, that she had gotten a letter asking about. Harry was not older, he had not forgotten- he was a child. How had that happened?


Hermione was so caught up on this thought, on trying to picture Harry as an eight year old, and realizing that she had never seen a picture of him at such an age, that she never heard Ronald Weasley come out to shake hands with Lily and James.

Nor did she hear him tap her shoulder.

Startled, she jerked her head up. He was smiling, and holding a cup of hot cider out to her. "Hello Hermione."

"How did you get here?" Her question was rapid, but she was to nervous to be casual. He smiled and sat down, holding the glass for her until she realized he had it.

"I brought the McClain's here, and, ah, I left the room were Dumbledore is trying to explain things to them, because I couldn't stand remembering it all." Hermione turned to him with both sympathy, and interest written on her face.

"How are they?" Ronald shrugged, then catching sight of Hermione's mouth opening to demand he told her, he went to explain further. He would rather skip the lecture, and move to the end result of it.

"There very nice, and to any extent willing to understand what he is. I didn't stay for the breaking news though..." Silence stretched, then, finally realizing Ron was not going to explain by himself, Lily spoke up.

"Breaking news?" She was leaning over in her chair, both hands around the hot citer Ron had also brought for her, intent on understanding something presumed she had missed.

"You haven't told them Herm?" He asked, and she guiltily shook her head. He grimaced, realizing he was suddenly stuck with the job. He did not want to explain anymore today, he, himself, wanted so many things explained to him.

"They...they found Harry." He rushed it out, as soon as he realized that saying it slowly would never work. James and Lily seemed not to hear him for a moment, then James choked, and spat out, the citer he had been drinking. Lily seemed to wake up, but she only raised a hand to her lips.

James said a string of unpleasant things, under his breath, and for once Lily did nothing to stop him. Finally, James rose, and went to move tot he desk, most likely to ask for Harry Potter's room number. Hermione pulled on his arm, and whispered in his ear.

"Its Devlin McClain, James, and I don't think its what any of us are expecting." She could not bring herself to tell him he was going to meet an eight year old, not like the teen in the photos.

DUMBLEDORE...

"And so, Harry Potter entered his third year, told that a man was hunting him, wanting to kill him. Somewhere along the way, Harry learned that the man was his Godfather, and that he had been close friends with his father. He began to hate him, for he also learned, as which was the common belief, that Sirius Black, had betrayed Lily and James, and in doing so, led them to their death."

JAMES POTTER...

James got the room number, and ran to it. Two flights of stairs had to be climbed, the three hallways run, not to mention the delay of bumping into people, and friends trying to ask him 'How are you, James.' , and 'What are you doing here, Mr. Potter.', and most annoying, 'Stop running.'

Stop running? Were they insane, he had to find his son. He had to make sure it was real, that he was not dreaming. That he had not fallen unconscious while ramming into that door, if, right then, Lily was hovering over him, in reality, and trying to wake him up.

He reached the door. He had his hand on the knob. He could not open it, his hand would not twist. Then he heard a sob from inside, and a bed squeak. The knob was moving, but James was the not the one opening it.

"I want to see my parents...my...Elizabeth and Ryan. Why didn't anyone tell me they were here?" There was a muffled reply from a man, not anyone James knew, saying.

"Dumbledore sent me to tell you, that he is in a meeting with them." A click, the door was open, but had not been pulled back.

"A meeting? I don't care. I want to see them!" The door was flung open, and James suddenly found himself staring at an eight year old. A boy, with emerald eyes, and messy jet black hair.

DUMBLEDORE...

"The Shrieking Shack, it was named, and that was were the grim dragged the child. When Harry and Hermione arrived, they found Ronald on the floor, his leg broken. He tried to tell them it was a trap, that the huge dog that had dragged him in, was in fact, Sirius Black.

Harry whirled around, and Sirius Black closed the door from which Harry and Hermione had entered. He looked like a skull, with matted hair down to his shoulders.
He told Harry that he had thought he would form for his friend, that his father would have done the same thing...."