A/N: JK rocks, I suck. I own nothing you recognize, blah blah blah. This is the story of how Lily and James got together, but much more how their destiny pushed them together. Rated PG for now, may be changed later.
Dark times were coming. Albus Dumbledore could feel it, and the feeling chilled his very bones. A few weeks back, he had witnessed a truly miraculous prophecy through an old friend of his. His good friend and celebrated seer, Rosa McKinley, had gone slack in her seat during tea at an inn where they were discussing her teaching application for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her voice grew harsh and her eyes became unfocused.
"Dark times are approaching. A Dark Lord has been gaining strength, and in the next ten years he will reach his evil height. Our world as we know it will be altered, but alas, there is hope. The two destined ones, of different heritage but same past, will come together like they did once before in a different life. In coming together, they will be able to stop him. They will be powerful beyond knowledge. And they are our only hope."
Then she sat up as if nothing had happened and continued on with her interview. Dumbledore found it best not to mention the strange occurrence and quickly excused himself.
A few weeks later, he was sitting in his office when his deputy headmistress Minerva McGonagal entered, cradling something in her hands.
"This just arrived from the Department of Mysteries," she said, handing him a glass orb. "They wanted to know if you could decode it. It has something to do with the connection between the prophecy made 300 years ago and the one made 3 weeks ago."
"Minerva.. The time is approaching." Albus Dumbledore whispered, looking into the glass orb in his hands, his twinkling blue eyes widening in amazement. "The two prophets approach, as does the Dark Lord who will challenge them. I don't understand the prophecy any better then you, but whatever is going to happen, it's happening soon."
"Albus.. Are you certain? Surely we're talking about two very powerful beings, if they are to defeat the so-called approaching dark lord; Maybe they are members of the Order?" she asked, her spectacles slipping down her nose, her face anxious.
"No," the wise man answered, looking amazed at what he saw in his orb. "Children."
Miles away, an owl swooped through the trees surrounding a muggle neighborhood to land on the windowsill of sleeping 11 year old Lily Evans. It nudged the letter through the window, knowing it would be the first thing she saw when she awoke.