Thank you all for the great reviews! Know that the first few chapters are a little short and simple. They will get longer! I'm glad some of you are enjoying this! Here's Chapter two:

Chapter 2- Kept Under the Rug:

"Why can't I know Dumbledore?" James asked angrily

"James, nothing is certain right now. It suffices to say that you and Lily should be cautious about your new baby."

James snorted. It should be clear to Dumbledore by now that he was always going to be cautious about his family.

"I am not a teenager anymore!" He raged.

"I know James. I know. But what you have to understand –"

"Is that I don't need to know the whole story because I already know what I'm up against." Said James, sounding very bored. "When are you going to trust me, Dumbledore?"

"You are not a child James, then stop acting like one." Said Dumbledore calmly. James turned to glare at him.

"Lily and I have been wanting this child since we got married, one month before our baby is born you inform us about some crazy prophecy that might set Voldemort on the baby. You drop this bomb over our heads but you won't explain. What are we to expect?" He moved closer to Dumbledore. "We have a right to know."

Dumbledore sighed. "Where is Lily?" He asked after a while.

"Upstairs, sleeping, I think." James replied moodily.

"I need to speak with her," said Dumbledore.

"You will not!" James snapped. He was not going to allow Dumbledore do distress Lily further. She had stayed up through most of the night, and the last thing she needed was more of the empty news that Dumbledore was likely to give her.

"She needs to be spoken to, James."

"What, did I miss any exciting news today?" asked James sarcastically. "As far as I see it we are still short of a few minor details! This is all so familiar." He threw himself onto a chair and stared at the floor.

Dumbledore looked at James. He had grown so much. The Hogwarts headmaster still had trouble believing just how quickly the Potter's only son had matured. He was, of course, still full of obdurate energy. But his concern for what happened around him had forced him to become responsible, undaunted by the troubles he faced.

"That was your family's choice James, not mine." Said Dumbledore gently.

James waved this aside. "And now what? I wait for the day in which I get home and find the dark mark over my house again? Do you expect me to just sit here and wait for Voldemort?

"James!"

"- Just come home and kill my wife and kid -"

"JAMES!"

James paused and turned around. Lily was standing at the doorway; she looked tired and dishevelled. But it was with a determined look on her face that she approached James and whispered in his ear, "I'll be fine we're going to be fine." Then she turned to Dumbledore "We need to talk - James needs to rest."

James opened his mouth to object but Lily raised her hand to stop him. "Please? I won't be long, I promise."

Miraculously, James complied. He stood up and left the living room, eyeing Dumbledore warily as he did.

Lily collapsed onto the couch and then motioned for Dumbledore to do the same.

"You really have to excuse him, Professor," she said, "He's very anxious." And she paused, biting her lip before adding, "You can't blame him."

"You understand my position Lily?" Dumbledore asked her.

Lily sighed heavily and ran her hand absent-mindedly through her hair, "Yes, I do," she said at length. "But...James, he's not well. I've never seen him like this before. I just – I wish you'd put him out of his misery."

Dumbledore chuckled. "He speaks in a similar way about you."

"Well of course I'm worried. James -" She shook her head. "He's livid. He won't sleep. He stays up watching over me, and that makes it much harder for me to relax."

Dumbledore nodded, standing up. "I think- Lily, that you need to speak with him, what I have to say would only go as far as tensing him even further." He stood up to leave. "You do not need to fear an attack, if he were on to you, I'd know." He gazed at Lily for a moment "Yes," he muttered, "yes, I'd know."