Hello!

While reading the HP books, I found myself wondering, more than once, what Harry's parents thought about everything that went on, from being him sorted, to playing Quiddich, to saving the wizarding world, so I thought I would write it all. This story will consist of James and Lily's POV throughout various scenes from the series. I'm fairly new to writing FF for Harry Potter, but I really like this idea, so here ya go.

Most chapters will be probably be longer than this one, but I really wanted to start with this scene because, obviously, it's a big one, even though not much goes on during it. I'm guessing they will probably average about 1,000 words, but until I actually write them, I can't really be sure. Admittedly, this is kind of a sad scene to start out with, but I want to go through them in order of occurrence and, obviously, Harry's life at the start of the series was not the happiest. I promise there will be happy ones too though!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. Please let me know what you think!

Lily and James Potter stood side-by-side and watched from beyond in horror as Albus Dumbledore laid their baby boy, as gently as could be, down on the doorstep of Number 4 Privet Drive. To say it had been a traumatic night for the young family would have been an understatement and both were still quite shell-shocked at how quickly and vastly everything had changed.

They had seen everything, from the moment their mortal bodies had hit the floor of their home and they had appeared here. They knew, impeccably, what had happened tonight, as their new circumstances allowed. They were mortified at the mistake they'd made in trusting Peter, amazed at his callous ability to betray them as easily as he had. They knew how much of a mistake the Ministry had made in arresting Sirius and were distraught over the fate of their good friend.

It paled, however, to that of the fate of their son.

They had watched the scene play out; had followed Hagrid with Harry on Sirius' motorbike, had heard the exchange between their old professors and friend. They watched now, in appalled silence, as their little boy was left on the Muggle doorstep, heard Dumbledore's murmured, "Good luck, Harry," before he disapparated away, leaving their baby on his own.

And only after they had all gone did either of them finally react. "Harry," Lily said in a broken, horrified whisper, reaching out as if to touch him, as if it were possible, "With Petunia." She shook her head, if only because she had no idea at all of how to respond. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew how her sister was, especially since marrying. She knew what living with them would be like for Harry. As much as she hated to admit it, she wished he'd been left anywhere else.

Beside her, James wanted to punch something. "I can't believe this! Sirius-" his voice broke and he found himself seated on the ground, elbows resting against his knees and his face in his hands. "He was supposed to go with his godfather. With Sirius."

"How could Dumbledore leave him with them?" Lily asked, sinking to her knees beside her husband and, when he lifted his head, taking his hand, though neither was sure just who exactly was comforting whom.

James shook his head. "Knowing him, I'm sure he has his reasons, but…" He trailed off helplessly.

"They'll be horrible to him," Lily whispered, her eyes still on her sleeping son, "They-they hate us. All of us. And they'll… " She paused, biting her lip. "They'll hate him too. My poor baby."

James squeezed her hand, not trusting himself at the moment to speak, and Lily, despite how much she wished one of them could have survived for Harry, and despite how incredibly guilty she felt for not being with him now, found herself grateful at the same time that James was with her. She wasn't alone here at least.

Coming back to himself a bit, James, still seated on the ground, wrapped an arm around his wife and pulled her close. He, too, never looked away from Harry. Lily leaned into him, taking what comfort she could from the gesture in the midst of her anguish.

This wasn't it for them. They still knew nothing about what came next, what they were supposed to do, now that they had both died and come here. They hadn't taken the time to figure anything out yet, singly focused as they'd been since arriving. They both probably had loved ones here waiting for them somewhere and, at some point, they would need to find them and figure everything out. But for now it could wait as, with an unspoken agreement, the couple settled in to keep watch over their boy, alone outside the Dursleys' door, until they could be sure he'd been found, taken in, and was safe, if not exactly happy.

For now, that was the most they could hope for.

Thank you for reading!