"Get him out of here. He can't know about him." A woman shoved a bundle of blankets into the arms of the man.

"What about you and the other one? I can't leave the two of you." The man replied.

"You have to. If he finds both of them he'll kill both of them and I can't protect them both." The woman had tears in her eyes and the man seemed close to them as well.

"Then I'll take both of them."

"It won't work. He'll just hunt them down until he finds them and kill them then. They'll never be safe."

"But he'll kill you to get to him and he'll be dead too. Had that even occurred to you?" she gave the man a sad smile.

"He may kill me but I will save my son. Both of them." The determination in her emerald eyes was undeniable. The man just hung his head in defeat before kissing the woman goodbye and disappeared. Just then the door to the nursery was blown off its hinges. Standing there was a figure in a dark cloak.

"Move aside." The figure said.

"No."

"You need not die. Just the boy must."

"No just kill me not my son. Please not my son."

"Very well." There was a flash of green light and the woman fell to the floor. The figure then turned to the toddler that was in the crib and in another flash of green light, intended to kill the boy like it did his mother, something happened and the figure vanished. All that was left alive in the room was the crying toddler that now had a lightening shaped scar on his forehead.

The next day that boy's only living relatives opened their front door to find their nephew on the doorstep.

Meanwhile, in a hospital in New York a mother was crying over the dead body of her infant son that had barely lived a year. A man approached her from behind and when the woman looked up she was met with the familiar face of her child's father.

"He's gone." She whispered to him.

"I know." The man whispered back and hugged her with one arm. It was then that she noticed he had something in his other arm. She looked at him quizzically. "You're not the only woman I have fallen in love with recently." He told her gently. "But she is incapable to care for a child now. The ancient laws forbid me from taking care of the child myself. I know you just lost our child but would you like to raise this one?" The woman looked at the child in her lovers arms and saw a face so much like her own child's.

"Yes." She replied and she took the sleeping child into her own arms. Still depressed about her own loss but she also found a new hope. She could still raise a child even if it wasn't hers. She has a new son now. "Thank you, Poseidon."

"You're welcome, Sally." And then he left.

Two months earlier.

My dearest friend,

As you know I have a son but what you probably don't know is that I actually have two. They're twins. The younger one we named after James, but I think you know that. The older one I named after you. You are, after all, my best friend. Nothing could change that. That's why I want you to be his godfather. James doesn't like that idea though. He still doesn't like you. So I will understand if you don't wish to accept my offer. Either way, I know James would never let you see him, so here's a picture of him. It's enchanted so that the picture will still show you what he looks like as he gets older. I only ask you to never tell anyone else about him. My other son is already in danger. I can't stand the thought of losing both of them to the Dark Lord. Please do that for me.

Sincerely,

Your friend, Lily

The man to whom the letter was addressed set it down, a slight smile played on his lips as he looked at the picture of a baby boy with black hair and greens eyes laughing. Along the bottom of the picture was a name in the same writing as the letter: Johnathan Severus Potter.