Well here's the next chapter for all you lovely people. I must say that the amazing reviews I received have made my imagination drive go into top gear. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as I found it harder to write, this is the first time I've ever wrote scenes with Lily and James so pleahse let me know if I've done a good job or not! Please read and review, the more reviews the better I write :)

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Chapter 3 - Back To Where It Began

Saturday October 31st 1981 – 8.30pm

He stirred. He felt so warm but also hungry. He could hear the soft familiar humming of his mother as she worked in the kitchen. He rubbed his eyes and yawned before opening his eyes fully. He saw slightly blurred movement to his right and sat up.

"Look whose awake then," came the low but gentle voice of his father coming from above him. Harry looked up and saw the slightly blurred figure of his dad, he could see the jet black hair which was just like his and the glasses on his father's face that he like to try and take off. He felt his father pick him up out of the playpen and kiss his head.

"I think your spending far too much time with Padfoot, he always wakes up just before the food is ready too." Harry giggled.

"Where Pafoo?" His father shook his head in defeat.

"I regret letting Sirius teach him that, my kid loves a mutt better than his own dad." He sighed. Harry heard his mother laugh and come into the front room

"Harry loves you very much, he loves his uncles too. He has loads of love to give." Lily told James giving him a quick peck on the cheek. James sighed.

"He doesn't like all of his uncles." Lily looked at him puzzled. "Yesterday he wanted to see Moony and Padfoot but when I asked about Peter he told me he didn't like him." Lily frowned.

"But Harry loves everyone, even that heap of dung Fletcher." James nodded his head.

"Yeah I know, it's odd. It does explain why I keep finding his stuffed rat in the bin. He must be using magic to get it in there because he can't reach to open it." Lily nodded.

"Harry, can you tell me why you don't like uncle Wormtail?"Lily asked. Harry scrunched up his nose as if he had smelt something bad.

"Wormy bad. Not nice." He said

"Why is he a bad man Harry?" his father asked. Harry shrugged his shoulders continued to play with his stuffed dog, wolf and stag. He knew what they were cause his father told him lots of stories about them playing in the moonlight. He could hear his parents talking quietly to each other.

"You know he always cried when Peter held him, I thought it was just he was inexperienced with kids but maybe not," Lily said slowly. James looked at her.

"What are you thinking?"

"Remember that time at the Order meeting in July and it turned out that Emmeline Vance was being impersonated by a death eater with polyjuice and we didn't know until after the meeting." James nodded. "Well don't you remember how Harry acted when she spoke to him?" James sat there in thought, remembering what had happened at the meeting.

"Yeah he started crying and mumbling about a bad person. His speech wasn't so good back then but we thought he was just coming down with something so we left early. You don't think that he knew do you?" Lily nodded. "And you think the reason he acts like he does about Peter is because he's a … no it's not possible, none of the marauders would go anywhere near Voldemort…would he… could he?" James started questioning himself. Lily gave her husband a hug to calm him down.

"We may be overreacting or we just might have found the spy that Albus has been looking for." At these words James looked up at Lily.

"We all thought it might be Remus, why would we think that? He's our friend and we don't even trust him. How is that possible?" Lily held her distraught husband.

"I don't know, we all just assumed it was Remus. You don't think, you know that we've been confounded to believe that Remus is the spy?" James looked up at her.

"But who would do that, what has Remus ever done to anyone?"

"Nothing but he would be the obvious choice as most people believe werewolf's to be dangerous creatures." James laughed.

"Moony isn't dangerous, he just has a furry little problem. You really think Wormy could be with him?"

"I don't know, but I can't help but think that Harry knows something we don't." James nodded. "I think we should write to Dumbledore and explain about the switch, I also want to go to Sirius's for tonight, if Peter really is the spy he could give us away at any time. I don't want to lose Harry." James nodded and kissed her cheek. "I'm probably overreacting but I got this bad feeling. I'll write to Dumbledore and you keep Harry entertained until were ready to go."

Harry looked up to see that his parents had finished their conversation and his father was now coming to play with him. He hadn't understood any of what they had said but the bad man's name had come up. He really didn't like the bad man, he smelt funny and made his tummy fell all horrible. He picked up his wolf and made him howl.

"Yes Moony howls, you know he's very noisy when he howls." Harry laughed and put his arms up.

"Fy daddy, I want to Fy!" He saw his father put his wand down on the sofa and pick him up.

"Oh so you want to fly hey." Harry giggled he loved flying, it was so fun!

"Faster Daddy!" James laughed at his son's giggling.

"If he's sick you can clear it up dear." At this James put Harry down.

"I think I'm in trouble with mummy," he whispered to Harry. "Go give your mum a big hug." Harry smiled and ran into the kitchen where his mummy sat writing a letter. Lily looked up and seeing her son, grinned.

"What's this? Sending the cute boy first to judge my temper? Have you no shame Mr Potter." She bent down and picked up Harry, kissing his cheek. "I finished the letter for Dumbledore, is Artemis around I want to send it before we leave." There was no answer from her husband. "James what are doing, I swear if I have to …"

"LILY, TAKE HARRY AND GO! IT'S HIM! GO! RUN! I'LL HOLD HIM OFF!" Lily burst through the kitchen door running up the stairs two at a time when she heard the front door blasted open. Tears were falling down her face as she knew that in moments time her husband would be dead and the monster responsible would be coming after her next. As she closed the door to the nursery she heard the words to the most hated curse spoken. Her tears threatened to blind her as she dashed to get the port key that had been made for situations just like this. A baby rattle. She held it and said the activation words. Nothing happened. Shit. Shit. Peter knew about the port key, they must have put anti-port key wards up. There was nothing she could do, she couldn't fight all she could do was die protecting her son.

Harry looked up at his mother trying not to cry. He was so frightened, and he could feel how frightened his mother was too, she was upset because daddy wasn't here and because the bad man had hurt them. Lily put Harry in his cot and slid down the floor in front of it, openly crying.

"I love you so much Harry. Your daddy loves you and I love you. I love you so much, with my whole heart."

"I wub you to mummy," Harry said starting to cry to. The next instant the bedroom door was blasted open and Lily stood up in front of him. Through the open door came a monster. Harry whimpered and tried to hide.

"Stand aside you silly girl," the evil man sneered.

"NOT HARRY, PLEASE NO, TAKE ME, KILL ME INSTEAD –"

"This is my last warning-"

"NOT HARRY! PLEASE … HAVE MERCY …NOT HARRY PLEASE – I'LL DO ANYTHING…"

"Avada Kedavra." Lily fell as if in slow motion beside Harry's cot, her unmoving form lying there still and unblemished. Harry started to cry. The monster had hurt his daddy and now his mummy. He stared at the evil monster with tears falling down his cheeks into the red eyes of Lord Voldemort. At the same time as Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and said "Avada Kedavra," little Harry quietly mumbled that he loved his mummy and daddy very much, knowing that they loved him too. A flash of green light hit a flash of white and Harry felt pain in his head and knew no more.