Day 5: Prophesy. / Hiding.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches … born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not … and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives … the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies …"
He knew it was pushing luck; escaping from Voldemort so many times, it was pushing their luck; being happy on the middle of the war was pushing it far enough. Yes they fought, yes there was heartache, but when you had the kind of friends he had; and a loving, pregnant, wife, those things could be dealt whit.
As long as the werewolves didn't catch Remus; or that Sirius didn't open his big mouth when he was on a steak-out; or Peter didn't said anything at the Ministry and Lily didn't stressed herself out for the sake of the baby; everything was going to be ok.
He wasn't that lucky.
"You say he'll come for our baby?" Lily asked Hogwarts' Headmaster.
"I'm afraid so," answered the old wizard, "we are also worried about Frank and Alice, but seeing the circumstances I strongly suggest for you two go on hiding,"
"Hiding? For how long?" Lily asked.
"I don't know exactly, your child is at danger, we'll find a way to defeat Tom," assured Dumbledore to the young couple, "I advice you to find a Secret Keeper,"
"It should be Sirius," James suddenly found his voice, "I trust him,"
"Are you sure James?" Lily asked, knowing this was a lot to ask from his best friend.
"I trust him with my life, and he's going to be the baby's godfather, he'll do it, I know it," the hazel eyed man spoke.
"Very well, I'll set up a safe house,"
"If you don't mind, Albus, I think I have the perfect place," James said before leaving the office.