A/N: I had this all written up and posted but as I was working on the second chapter, I thought it'd be much more interesting for it to be in Lily's POV. So Chapter One - Left Behind, is now the Prologue. Enjoy and review!

Prologue

"Do we have to leave her here?" A bushy haired woman asked a red-haired man. The man looked over at the woman then down into her arms, where a sleeping bundle was. He sighed before turning back to the woman. "Harry and Ginny gave us an order, Hermione," the man informed her. "I can't let my best friend and sister down."

The woman identified as Hermione rolled her eyes and snapped, "For heaven's sake, Ron, she's your niece! Can't she stay with us?" Hermione had once been the smart one and even though she still was, she had a heart of gold. That's why Ron had fallen in love with her but right now – right here – this situation was completely different then the ones they had previously faced. There was a child involved.

Ron took the sleeping bundle away from Hermione and smiled down at the child. It was amazing how, at just three months, this child looked so much like Harry and Ginny Potter. "When the time is right, she'll know who her parents are," Ron told Hermione without even looking at her. Hermione let out a huff of breath and crossed her arms angrily. She had wanted to keep Lillian Potter as her own and she knew that Ron wanted to also but it wouldn't be safe.

Right now, in times like this, it wasn't safe for anyone. Voldemort's followers were out for revenge and they would do anything to destroy Harry, even if it meant killing an innocent baby. "Please tell me she won't be placed with someone like the Dursley's," Hermione said as she caught up with Ron who was already half way down the gravel road. Ron abruptly stopped in his place and quickly turned on his heels to face Hermione.

"Actually," Ron began in a bit of a snobbish and know-it-all manner, "She's living with the Taylor's, one of the greatest wizarding families in America. After Lily was born, Harry and I sat down and discussed potential families. Drake and Lorraine were the best candidates. They have three children – two girls and a boy. So don't worry, 'Mione. She'll be more than safe."

"Well, I've never met them before," Hermione said as the duo walked up a gravel driveway. "Does Ginny know them?"

Ron sighed and once he had reached the door, he knocked lightly on it. He hoped that it was loud enough for someone to hear. "Harry has met them once or twice," Ron told Hermione. "They're very good friends with Luna." Hermione raised an eyebrow at Ron as she waited impatiently

Inside, footsteps could be heard walking down the steps of the house. Ron looked down at Lily and smiled. He'd miss seeing her smiles about and her baby gibberish. At least he had his own daughter to keep his mind off of everything. "Ah, Ronald Weasley!" a slender woman exclaimed as she opened up the door. The woman turned to look at Hermione and smiled. "And you must be Hermione. Come in! Come in! It's cold out there!" Hermione looked angrily at Ron before entering the rather large house. Ron followed her inside.

"And this must be young Lily?" the woman asked as she inquired to the child. Ron nodded and handed Lily over to the woman. Hermione went to oppose but Ron quickly shot her a look, causing Hermione to remain where she was. "I'm Lorraine. Harry told me to be expecting you. Come, dears, we can sit and chat for a bit."

Ron smiled brightly at the hospitality that the woman was showing him and his wife. "Do you think this is wise?" Hermione whispered as she and Ron followed Lorraine into the kitchen. Ron nodded without answering.

Of course it was wise! Harry, the Golden Boy, the boy who fought Voldemort, had complete faith in the Taylor family. "She does look a bit like Harry doesn't she?" Lorraine asked as she sat down after giving Ron and Hermione each a cup of tea.

"Missus –"

"Lorraine, dear," Lorraine corrected Hermione. "No need to be so proper. I'm only five years older than you are."

Ron tried to hold in his laughter as he watched Hermione turn a deep shade of read. "Ron said that he and Harry felt that your family was the best candidate to take care of Lily," Hermione began. "Will you do that? Will you treat her as your own?"

Lorraine smiled gently as she switched Lily to her other arm. "Of course, dear," Lorraine replied. "I already talked to Harry and his wife. They said they were in… Australia I believe."

"I don't know if they told you," Hermione kept on, "But they were hoping that you wouldn't send her off to Hogwarts when she turns eleven."

Hermione's words seemed to shock both Ron and Lorraine. "Hermione –" Ron began but he was silenced when Hermione held up her hand in his face.

"Harry feels that it'd be better if you and your husband would teach her until she's fourteen and then send her there. She'd be in her fourth year then and she'd be able to defend herself if something awful happens," Hermione explained. "Since I am the Headmistress you don't have to worry about complications at all."

Lorraine nodded and looked down at the sleeping Potter child. A Potter not attending Hogwarts right away? It was completely ludicrous but Lorraine knew that she had to follow by Harry and Ginny's wishes. "And your children," Lorraine began. "They'll be attending Hogwarts when they turn eleven?"

Ron went to answer but he was once again silenced by Hermione. As Hermione spoke, Ron sat with his arms crossed, grumbling. "Our daughter, Eliza, will definitely be willing to help Lily out when she begins. It won't be a problem."

"And I suppose she'll have to take the last name of Taylor?"

"Only until she goes to Hogwarts. I suggest that within a few days of her departure you tell her. This way there will be no attacks on her life."

Lorraine nodded and pulled the blanket tighter around the shivering three month old. "We'll be checking in on her from time to time," Ron said as he and Hermione both stood and began to head towards the door. "Of course we won't be making our presence known except to you and your husband." Lorraine nodded in understanding as she followed Ron and Hermione to the door. "Goodbye, Lorraine and thank you for doing this."

"It's not a problem, dears," Lorraine said as the duo left. Lorraine sighed and looked down at Lily as the child yawned. "Well now, Lillian Minerva Taylor, let's get you to bed."