Prologue

A man awoke in a dark, cold box. His eyes opened to pitch blackness and he tried to move, only to find himself trapped. After the intensity of the situation set in, he began to scream. Hoping, praying someone would hear him; wishing he would be rescued from this blackness.

His arms flailed; his hands hit the top of the box then dropped to his sides. He groped at a stick of wood by his side and recognized his wand. Grabbing it, he lifted it as high as he could and shouted, concentrating, "Deprimo!"

The top flew off and he was showered with dirt and debris. Sputtering and cursing, he sat up straight. He brushed the dirt and debris off his chest and slowly climbed out of the box, which he now recognized as a coffin.

He looked around, taking in his surroundings. He was in a cemetery, that he knew for certain. His eyes caught on a stone that rested just above the head of the box he had escaped from.

Walking over to it, he looked down at the stone and his breath caught in his throat. He felt his eyes well with tears.

James Potter

March 27, 1960-October 31, 1981

Lily Potter

January 30, 1960-October 31, 1981

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

James Potter looked down at his grave, unsure of how he should feel: happy that he was alive, or upset that his Lily was lying down below. He was sure of one thing, where was his son? Harry was in that house with him and Lily, but he didn't have a tombstone. Where was Harry Potter?

AN: So this is a departure from my usual Sirius/OC. I haven't quite planned out the entire story, but I do have the first few chapters down. Depending on how the reviews go will depend on whether or not I post the remainder. So please let me know how the short prologue sounds. Thanks for reading!