As he walked back to his hotel he had the feeling he was being watched and checked over his shoulder a few times to see if anyone was there. He reached the hotel and slipped inside, and as he peered out his window he could make out a faint figure standing beneath the street lamp. No face was visible, but the figure seemed vaguely familiar. He thought about going to find out who it was, but in a flash the figure was gone.

Reluctantly Jack laid down on the bed and tried to rest. Images flashed through his mind of times he'd rather forget, and of times he desperately wanted to remember. Nothing seemed to make much sense, and he rolled over on his side and watched the numbers on the clock tick by until he drifted into a fitful sleep.

"Please Lily, listen to me. I don't know who you're using as a secret keeper, but whomever you choose, don't let it be Peter." Jack pleaded with the small woman sitting beside him.

"Why are you so upset, Jack? James and I will choose someone we trust. If it's Peter then so be it." She smiled softly and brought her hand up to touch Jack's cheek.

Angrily he wrenched himself away. "NO! You can't! You have to trust me on this one, Lil. I have a bad feeling about this. Don't choose Peter. Let Sirius do it, or even Remus, but not Peter."

"What is it with you and these feelings? Peter is harmless. If it makes you feel better, I promise that I'll tell James I don't want to use Peter."

He sighed in relief and nodded as he pulled her into his arms. "Thank you. You know I mean well in telling you this, right?"

"Of course I know that. You're our friend, and you only have our best interests in mind, but truly if Voldemort wishes to come after us, he'll find a way."

"Don't say that!" Her smile faded as she pulled away from Jack and took his hand in hers. Gently she turned his arm over and traced along the dark mark there. "Please. I already hate that it's there, don't remind me of it."

"You made a dangerous decision by joining him, and you did it to protect someone you cared for." She released his arm and he slid his robe back over his arm, and watched as she stepped over to the crib a few feet away. "Now James and I must do something dangerous to protect our child. Neither of us takes it lightly, and we will make our decision carefully. In truth, if I could choose you I would."

"It would never be safe."

Lily brought her slender finger to her lips. "Shhh...I know. Though I wish it weren't so. I would have liked for Harry to grow up knowing his uncle Jack."

"Maybe that can still happen. This could all be over soon. We could find a way to stop Voldemort and end this damned war."

She sighed heavily and nodded. "True, but something tells me you already know that won't be so."

Nervously he looked away. She was always the one that could read him; his expressions never hid the truth from this extraordinary woman.

"I...It's just..." Again she brought her finger to her lips to silence him.

"You've seen something again, haven't you?" Her stared down into her soft green eyes and then looked away. "Tell me."

"I...can't."

Lily frowned and covered her mouth with her left hand. The expression on his face told her all she needed to know. "You should go. We don't want you to get caught."

He couldn't bring himself to look at her anymore, and turned to go out the bedroom door. He passed through the hall and didn't stop until he reached the door.

"Lily, please be careful. Remember what I said about Peter." She nodded slowly and watched him walk out the door and disappear down the street.

He knew she was crying as he walked away, and inside he was crying as well. He couldn't tell her that he had seen their demise in his dreams. His ability to see things had become his curse, and now more than ever he hated it, and prayed that for once he would be wrong.

Two days later as he walked into the darkened hovel he called his home and buried his head in his hands, knowing that the thing he feared was about to come to pass. The sound of flickering in his fireplace made him start and he looked over to see Lucius Malfoy's face staring back at him.

"Where have you been?"

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Jack shook his head in frustration as the sound of the other wizard's voice grated through the living room.

"Don't use that tone with me. I should strangle you for even thinking it."

"Sod off, you insufferable prat. I'm in no mood for your foolishness."

"I just wanted to let you know that our Master has found a way to find the Potters. That idiot Pettigrew has agreed to be their secret keeper."

Jack tried to hide the horrified expression on his face, but he was sure Malfoy saw it. "When did this happen?"

"Only an hour ago. We tried to reach you, but you haven't been home. He wants us ready to move in an hour." With that Lucius' head disappeared from the fireplace and Jack sank back in his seat for a moment.

Biting back the curse that he desperately wanted to use, he stood up and started for the door. His heart was racing and he knew he only had a matter of time to warn James and Lily, but he had to try. As quickly as he could he grabbed the broom by the door and started to leave. He opened the door and to his surprise a rather frightened looking Sirius Black stared back at him.

"Where is he?"

Jack was sure he knew who Sirius was looking for, but he had to be certain. "Who are you talking about?"

"Don't be daft, Jack! Where is Peter? I know he's gone to Voldemort, now where are they?"

"Probably on their way to James and Lily's, where we should already be." Without another word both men took off, Jack on his broom and Sirius on his enchanted motorbike.

They reached James and Lily's too late. There was a faint green light in one of the windows and they could hear Lily screaming.

"No! We're too late." Sirius cried out as he ran towards the front entrance.

Jack was just behind him when they heard a child crying. They heard Voldemort utter the words to his curse and then a loud explosion just as they were about to open the bedroom door. The explosion knocked them both to the floor and soon all they heard was the child crying.

"Dear God! What have I done?" Sirius dropped to his knees as he entered the room. Lily's prone body was lying against her son's crib and what was left of burnt robe was beside her. The child was lying in his crib crying as droplets of blood ran down his forehead.

Jack stepped forward and took the baby in his arms. "It's alright, Harry. You'll be alright."

Screaming sounds erupted around them as a green mist began to envelope the room. "What is this?"

"I don't know Sirius, but I think we should leave."

The green mist drifted out the window and was soon gone entirely, and Jack and Sirius stared blankly at one another.

"What will we do with Harry?" Jack looked between them and around the room.

"Take him. I have to go find the others. I'll meet you back here in an hour. I have to find out what's going on."

"What about Voldemort? He was here. We both heard him, where did he go?" Jack shrugged his shoulders and kept on towards the window and Sirius stood up, his anger obvious. "Fine! Go back to your Master!"

Jack shook his head furiously. "You know me better than that, Sirius. We have to know what happened to Voldemort. Hopefully, the others will know something."

Sirius was about to respond when they heard someone coming towards the house. A quick glance out the window and they realized it was one of Dumbledore's men. Hagrid made his way into the house, and Jack set Harry in his crib and pulled Sirius out the window.

They watched as Hagrid took the child in his hulking arms and carried him back down the stairs. Quickly they fled from the roof as Hagrid made his way down to the front door. Jack took off on his broom leaving Sirius alone to watch Harry be taken away.

With a shout Jack woke from his dreams and sat upright in his bed. Sweat poured down his face and he was breathing heavily. Slowly he stood up and walked into the bathroom. He stared in the mirror for a few minutes and then splashed his face with water.

"It's just a memory, Jack. Get a hold of yourself."

He eased his way back into the room and laid back on the bed. His head was spinning just slightly and he closed his eyes trying to make it stop. Again he drifted off into a fitful sleep, only this time his dreams were quite different.

"The boy will die. I'll make certain of it." He could hear Voldemort's gravel-like voice as he moved across the room, his robes swishing as the fabric touched the floor.

"My Lord, how will we get him here?" Peter Pettigrew's high-pitched voice echoed through the room.

"That is none of your concern. Go fetch me some tea."

"Yes, Master."

It was as though Jack was outside himself watching the scene unfold. Voldemort muttered to himself about his plans to kill the boy, and Jack listened intently. When Peter returned with the tea on a tray, he placed it in front of Voldemort and poured him a cup.

"How may I assist my lord in capturing the Potter boy?"

"You, you sniveling poor excuse for a wizard can keep your mouth shut. I don't require any assistance you might possibly offer." Peter bowed low and stepped away as Voldemort reached for his cup and began sipping at the contents.

Again Jack woke with a start, the sweat soaking his skin. He sat up trying to catch his breath. "You're losing it, buddy. You're really losing it."

He rested his head against the headboard, but did not sleep this time. He sat quietly and watched the sun come up from his window and hoped that his dream would not become a reality.