ATTENTION! ALL PLEASE READ THIS: No, this isn't part of the story, it's a prequal you could say. I wanted to see how many of you would enjoy the missing years of Lily and James before their return. So don't hesitate to like yeha comment, lol

The night of the horrid, wretched Halloween the Wizarding World stood still a tiny baby, the son of famous couple James and Lily Potter defeated Voldermort, thus saving the entire World from the repulsive man's Dark powers. And while the world rejoiced, I, James Potter, stood in the dank, dark, dissonantly perfect street of 4 Privet Drive in Little Surrey, England with the heaviest heart and fire blazing out of my eyes at 5 in the morning, that same morning.

My life had come crashing and burning at my feet, my arm seared with mortal pain that seemed like a small pinch as I watched my former Headmaster Dumbledore chat with my Head of House at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall. I heard her ask if what she had heard was true, the wise and annoyingly calm Headmaster answered, "the good, and the bad."

The good, Voldermort was gone, the dark cloud that had loomed over our precious world was lifted with the strength of one tiny man. The bad, my wife Lily, my beautiful Lily, and I are dead, er "dead".

Lily, she stands in front of me in the dark alleyway behind one of the houses to look on as Dumbledore and McGonagall exchange words in front of my sister-in-laws house, waiting for the precious burden. My hand on her shoulder, I can feel her tremble, from the breeze or sadness or shock, I do not know, but I could identify with all those three.

Lily turned to me, with tearstained eyes and a few bandages on her brow from the attack, "tell me everything'll be ok," she pleads in a whisper.

I heard my hear finally break into pieces and drop somewhere in my stomach, "I can't make promises I can't keep Lil, goes against my better judgment," I smiled sadly, flicking a tear away from her eye, "but we'll survive, that's the only promise I'll make to you."

And I stood there, pondering where the hell I had gotten this honesty fact from and the fact that not long ago I was the most optimistic guy you'll ever meet. What happened to him? What happened to that guy that laughed at nearly nothing? Caused trouble for the sake of laughter and had the gayety and the naïve idea that nothing would harm me, and Good will always prevail over evil. Looking into those beautiful jewels in her eyes, I see the answer. He died miserably when I joined the Order, when my friends died, when my friends, some of them, turned into my own betrayers.

Friends. Oh God, the images that leap to my brain when I think of friends makes me weak in the knees. Sirius, Remus…Peter. I swear to God, if it hadn't been for my families life and Lily's trembling plea for me to stay, I would've gone after that piece of shit and shown him what pain was. But no pain could compare to the ache that took over my every fiber then when Voldermort knocked on my door, literally.

Peter, that bastard was the cause for all this shit we were going through. If it wasn't for Sirius and my brilliant plan, I would probably be holding my baby boy in my arms with Sirius and Lily fighting about something in our living room of the house that exists no longer. No, it wasn't my fault, it wasn't Sirius fault at all! It was Peter's for joining, and Voldermorts of course. Not Sirius, never Sirius.

That man I had called my brother openly and had shared so much with, was never to be associated with the word "traitor". His loyalty to Lily and I goes so deep that right now, he's probably in the holding cell in Azkaban because of Peters mishaps. Well, if you're reading this, you know the story of what happened that night. But this is a perspective, a secret well hidden from the Wizarding World. And only two knew of this secret, Dumbledore and my best friend, Sirius Black himself.

A loud rumbling in the sky caught my attention, I knew that sound like I knew that back of my hand. That was Sirius's infamous flying motorcycle. How many times had I seen him sit on that thing with his helmet on and his long hair cramped inside it? How many times had I taken it out for a ride will Lily screaming about safety?

Landing in the street, Lily and I turned to face the house again, my hand on her shoulder as her head falls back against my shoulder. That humongous man I knew well as Hagrid, Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts, got off of Sirius's bike. He carried a little bundle in his arms and carried it so carefully, and that bundle was my life, my every hope, my every dream, my every pain was to keep that bundle safe.

Lily makes a low moaning sound as the pressure of my hand on her shoulder increases with the same pain she feels, "James," she moans, "I wanna wake up, tell me this is a dream."

The horror of occurrence kept me from answering, I was unsure of what to say. Never had I experience such tremendous blows to know how the sting. My reality was diminished by everything I had seen the previous night, my reality had faded into oblivion as my friend betrayed me, my life and son ripped away from me, and my best friend being accused of my murder.

Dumbledore takes my son in his arms and looks down at the precious little boy that had saved Our world single handedly. I see him smile at my son's face, the duplicate picture of my own childhood and place him in front of the door of Lily's sister with a note I head written personally and signed Dumbledore's long name.

And there it is, that final pain. Harry is gone from us, he won't return to us, he'll live with Lily's sister, Petunia. He'll grow up in the Muggle world, and suddenly one day discover who he is, what his lightning shaped scar means. But all of his life, he will inevitably wonder what his parents were like. What we looked liked, how we talked, how we laughed, how we would have treated and how different his life would be if only Peter hadn't been so weak, and Lily and I so powerful to cause Voldermort seek our lives.

I see the motorcycle fly across the sky again and a pop where McGonagall had stood. Dumbledore, knowing fully well where we were, looked at us and motioned for us to get closer.

Both wearing ripped, dusty clothes and my arm in a sling, we walked into the moonlight towards Dumbledore. "So this is how it begins," I breath looking at the old man..

He nods, "it is."

Lily walks towards Harry as I stay with Dumbledore to talk things over, "what happened to Sirius?" I asked.

"Well, as you know, he was arrested after Peter blew up the street," for the second time in my life I saw Dumbledore's true age, the first being the time Sirius had been too numb to hold his tongue, "and you're supposed murder, the thirteen muggle's and Peter's death is on his hands now. I just received word before coming here that there will be no trial of any sorts for Sirius, and he is immediately to be put under lock and key in D ward of Azkaban."

"NO TRIAL?" I yelled, then got a glare from him to keep my voice down, "sorry," I hissed, "he doesn't get a trial! Why the fuck not?"

"Come now James," he said wearily, "being an Auror you know fully well what measures the Ministry will go through to put any supposed Death Eater in prison."

"Dumbledore, whatever the hell it is you have to do, do it and get that man out of Azkaban," I heard Lily say, still kneeling over Harry, who was sleeping. Sirius always took him flying when he couldn't sleep, I'm betting he fell asleep on the bike.

"I can't do anything Lily, it will seem suspicious of me to have such knowledge," he said looking at his Ace student.

"If it was suspicious of you to have so much wit, Dumbledore, you would've long been suspected," I tell him, "everyone knows you have these divine powers, you know you can get him out."

"They will not hear me," he answered.

"Why?" Lily asked.

"Cause he hasn't tried," I said looking straight into his eyes, "look, I know you, you wouldn't do anything that would jeopardize anything, you like keeping things safe. And if you go prancing into the Ministry and saying that they should put up a radar on Peter because he's the guy that should be arrested," I took a deep breath, "you will be constant target, eh?"

He looked at me, and I felt the same numbness Sirius must have felt when he told him practically what I had just told him.

"James, it is out of my power," he says.

"I know," I breathed, "but do anything that is possible to try and get him out, at least get him out of D ward." I remember one time we had been put on Azkaban duty, Sirius had nearly fainted with the horror of D ward. And he would have to spend the rest of his life there. Oh God help me, I'm going crazy.

"So, what's the next thing we do?" Lily asked from Harry's side.

"Hide out," he answered, "the best place I can recommend is America, being a young country, there aren't any wizarding families there, not as many anyways. And if you stay as far away from the older states, the less chance of coming across a witch or wizard."

I looked at my beauty, "well Lil, America?"

She nods, "America it is."

Dumbledore smiled, "where will you be until you find a place?"

"The family château in Monte Carlo," I answered.

He nodded, "I will check up on you with updates as soon as I can," he assured me.

"Ok," I nodded.

"You'd better get going," he answered.

My heart leapt with dread, "right," I said and walked to where Lily was sitting. I bent towards my son, his angelic face and that scar, I put my finger on his soft one, "well kiddo, I know I told you that you and I had forever and I would teach you the secrets of pranking and playing Quiddich and flying and all those things," I said, "but fate intervened son," I smiled sadly as I felt tears sting my eyes, "and I can't do anything to change that because it'll put you at so much risk. And that's the last thing I want to do," tears fell freely on my cheek as Lily squeezed my arm, "I'm sorry Harry," the world came crashing down again like one of those Muggle airplanes, "I'm sorry for the future, I'm sorry that you won't know me," I breathed, I bent down and kissed his soft forehead, "I love you Harry," I assured him.