Prologue

The night was eerie in Godric's Hollow, the coldness pervaded every nook and cranny. It seemed as if Nature itself was preparing for some horrible event. The coldness wasn't too out of place with it being October, but the unnatural stillness was. It was too still, too quiet. If you hadn't known that this place was a thriving community you wouldn't be able to guess from the look of the place. It looked deserted, like a ghost town. There were no lights on in the houses, no children out trick or treating, nothing to indicate there was any life in the area except for a man in long, flowing, robes silently walking down the street. The man was odd, his skin was a pure, milky, white. His face was gaunt, his eyes serpentine and red, he also had no nose. The man was, in a single word, creepy. He walked with purpose to an empty plot of land, if you asked the villagers they would tell you that a house had once been there but they couldn't tell you what had happened to it. It was almost like it vanished into thin air. As soon as the man crossed the boundary line of the property, he disappeared. The man, unknown to the Muggles, was Lord Voldemort and he was out to kill the Potters.

James Potter was a family man. He loved his wife and son more than anything in the world so when he saw the dark figure walking up the pathway to his house, he knew what he had to do. He grabbed his wand and yelled to his wife "Lily! It's him! Take Harry and run! I'll hold him off!" James Potter never stood a chance. A flash of green and his life was gone, his dying thought was that he hoped he gave his wife enough time to get away with their son. He didn't.

Lily Potter was a formidable witch. She wasn't called the brightest witch of the age for nothing. Lily knew it might come to this. Her death and her baby boy's death, so she searched and searched and she finally found the spell. The spell was written in Gaelic, it was a protection spell so powerful that it would block the killing curse. There were two cons to this spell. The first was that it had to have a willing, loving sacrifice so Lily wouldn't be able to see her baby boy grow up. The second was the fact that the spell was tied into her blood. Lily Potter had one living blood relative. Her sister that hated her with a fiery passion, Lily doubted even Voldemort could amass the amount of hate her sister held inside her heart. Again, Lily researched and researched and she finally found another spell. This spell, also in Gaelic, would whisk her baby boy through time and space to one of her blood relatives who had magic and who would love and protect him like their own. It was only through pure luck that Lily had been able to perform those spells on her baby, little Harry Potter, the night before. So it was, that with a heavy heart, Lily Potter tossed her wand away and fell to her knees when Voldemort walked in.

"Not Harry, please! Please not Harry! I'll do anything, kill me, take me instead!" Lily cried, pleading for her son's life.

"You foolish girl," Voldemort sneered. "Stand aside now and you shall live."

"Not Harry, please not Harry!" Lily continued to beg, feeling very smug that her spell was going to work because Voldemort gave her the choice to step aside.

"Foolish girl." Voldemort then raised his wand at her and incanted "Avada Kedavra"

Voldemort arrogantly thinking he had won, missed the smile that was on Lily Potter's face. A smile that sinister would surely have given him pause had he seen it, but as fates would have it he didn't and so he raised his wand at little Harry Potter and incanted "Avada Kedavra"

A shield sprung up between Harry and the spell and sent the spell hurtling back at Voldemort. It was at that moment Lily Potter's second spell activated and whisked Harry Potter away to a land of myth and magic. To a land known as Camelot. Right into Morgana Pendragon's private chambers. In the future, people herald Lily Potter as a saint. They called her 'The-Witch-Who-Defeated' and mourned the loss of the Potter family. In the past, however, Harry Potter's life had just begun.