A/N: I hate not to put something here. So I'll thank the ones who are reading. I get all tingly when I know someone's reading. :) Stay tuned.
Lily held Harry in her arms as she followed James out of the foyer of Hogwarts and down a torch-lit corridor. They'd been called upon by Dumbledore himself, demanding that they were needed for news. What news, Lily couldn't imagine. Of course they were in the Order, but she didn't think she could really see herself going back to fight if that was what this was all about. That would mean she would have to leave Harry, and she just…couldn't. They stopped at the foot of the eagle sculpture and James pulled her onto the platform.
"Lemon scones," he spoke and the stone elevator rose. It opened up into the headmaster's office which was exactly in the same state it was when they were here so many years ago. James walked in as if he'd done it everyday, but Lily felt on edge, out of place. Baby Harry, however, was intrigued with the large bird perched behind the desk whose wings were an elegant blend of red, orange, and everything in between, his feathers like soft plumes of fire on his body. Lily hugged her son closer to her.
"Lily, James!" a voice sounded from somewhere. "Thank you for coming." James' eyes darted up from the oddities of the desk to see white-haired Dumbledore appear from behind a shelf of books.
"Of course," he nodded. "It had to be important, sir. You invited us here, of all places."
"Yes," the wizard nodded, folding his hands in front of him. "It's very important." Dumbledore wasted no time, but cut straight to the point. "Harry is in danger." Lily's face began to sink into a serious yet worried look as she started to cling to the words spoken and even tighter to her baby. Danger. Danger? Why danger? He's barely a year old! He doesn't kno―
"Voldemort is possibly after him," Dumbledore interrupted her thoughts again. "There is a prophecy that state that some child, born as the seventh month dies and to those who have three," he held up three bony fingers, "times defeated him shall have a child who will be the one who can end him once and for all." James looked down to the baby squirming on Lily's shoulder. His heart sank.
"So what do we do?" he spoke finally.
"I suggest we use a Fidelius Charm to keep your location hidden. Give it to some soul who can keep his words to himself ―"
"Sirius. Sirius will keep it," James blurted immediately. He knew he could always rely on Sirius, and something this big was no exception. Lily pursed her lips into a thoughtful line, her eyes dancing between her husband and the headmaster.
"Then Sirius it is." Dumbledore withdrew his wand from his robes and Lily watched, her eyes glued to the old man in front of her as he spoke the words to help conceal them from harm. They could only pray it worked.