The Lives That Never Were
Chapter One: A Different Beginning
A/N: It all belongs to JK Rowling, NOT ME! sobs anyways, this is what I think would have happened if James and Lily didn't die…
James was pacing again. Over and over he walked along the same patch of floor. He couldn't get it out of his head. Voldemort shudder had come after them. He wanted their son, their Harry. Merlin, the boy wasn't even two years old!
When they heard that prophecy, they went into hiding, and ever since, the prophecy had been stuck in his head, playing over and over again, like some stupid, annoying song, constantly in his mind, just behind his present thoughts, always there, with him, no matter what he did.
"James!" Lily called to him, breaking his stride and causing him to trip over their couch, "come here and take Harry for a moment, will you?"
James walked into another room and over to his wife and bawling son, picking the boy up and cradling him. When sobs grew louder, he tossed him up in the air until his cries quieted into sniffles and then, finally, giggles. Father and son continued to play happily, that is, until a certain smell filled the room.
"Ugh, Harry, wrong moment to pop a stinkbomb," Moment supposedly ruined, he went to change Harry's diaper. He would never admit it to anyone, but though fatherhood wasn't all wonderful, he loved every minute of it.
Suddenly, Lily appeared again, beckoning for her son. James handed Harry over, stealing a kiss at the same time.
"Why the sudden need of Harry?" James questioned.
"I really don't know, I guess I just had a sudden maternal instinct, or something, but I'm nervous, I kinda think that something big is gonna happen tonight."
"Lily, this place is our own secret hiding place, ok? Voldemort can't get us here, no one can find us here" He assured her.
But he spoke too soon.
Suddenly there was the creak of a door and a swish of a cloak, before a hooded figure was standing in the archway.
"Lily, go! Take Harry and go! I'll hold him off!"
Lily ran in to Harry's bedroom and basically threw him into the crib before apparating back into the living room to help James fight. She arrived just in time, for the killing curse Voldemort threw at James barely missed because of the sudden distraction.
"Thanks, love," James said, before firing another curse at Voldemort, missing by mere centimeters.
The Dark Lord turned to Lily, "Avada Kedavra!" He yelled for the second time that night, and Lily ducked out of the way, attempting to fire a reductor curse at him, but hitting a nearby window instead, shattering it to bits.
He ran past her into the nursery, preparing his wand for the curse he was about to cast.
"Avada Kedavra!" he yelled dramatically pointing it at baby Harry. As you probably know, the 'Avada Kedavra' curse is meant to kill people. There is usually a flash of green light, signifying that the spell did indeed work, and a lifeless, but supposedly unharmed body on the ground.
Now if you are thinking that that is the terrible fate of baby Harry, here, then you are wrong. There was indeed a flash of green light, but no one died that night, well at least by Voldemort's hands. The flash turned into an explosion, and suddenly the house was nothing but feet of rubble, burying the Potters, and Voldemort was nowhere to be seen.
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