Chapter 1:
October 30, 1981
The candlelight sparkled off the glittering crystal chandelier and the wooden oak floors. Throughout the great hall guests were chatting all of them in formal eveningwear. A beautiful red haired woman with sparkling emerald eyes picked up a small black haired one year old boy. She then turned towards her husband and followed him into his study while ignoring the guests that mingled around them. He closed and locked the door.
"James, do you think this is wise." The red head asked her husband.
James looked over wife with his hazel eyes. He couldn't think over the consequences about this decision. Then, he turned his eyes on to his son. The one thing in his life that he knew made sense.
"Lily, I don't know what to think" replied James true fully. "I don't want to think about this. All I know is Dumbledore's right and I want to keep my family safe and in order to do that, if we need to do something drastic then, god damn it, we'll do it."
Lily looked back at her husband. "But James I don't want to leave Harry. By faking our deaths think what we'd be missing out on."
"I know, but what other choice do we have."
Lily prude her lips. Walked over to her husband, handed him Harry and walked over to the large window behind the desk and looked out at the night sky. It was clear that night. It would be clear since it was the night before All Hollows eve. Then, she turned to her husband and watched him play with his son.
"James, I know you're right but are you sure you can give up Harry, even just for a little bit.
James knew he could never leave his son, but he knew he had too.
"Yes. On some level, yes. But we are going to watch over him. I swear to god, whatever he goes we will go, and we will know what he does at all times or what happens to him."
Lily nodded her head and walked over to the door, unlocked it, and walked out.
James watched her leave and turned towards his son.
Harry looked up at his father.
"Leaf"
James looked down at his son.
"Yes leave. Just for a while then, we be back together again Father and Son.'
James then smiled at his son.
"I know a secret" James told his one year old son.
Harry wasn't paying attention to his father anymore; he was looking out the window. James gave Harry a little poke to get his attention. Harry turned back to his father.
"I know a secret" James said again.
'Wa"
"I know who controls Voldemort." James told his son.
"Who"
James knew he could tell his son this. James also knew his secret was safe until it was ready to come out. And then James told his son the one word that he kept safely guarded until now.
"ME" James sighed. "I control Voldemort."