Lily sighed as she rocked her son to sleep. Her son –Harry James Paul Potter. He was such an angel.

Once she saw his eyes flutter to a close, she smiled and kissed his forehead. Lily gently placed him in his crib and tucked the blue knitted blankets around him snuggly. She blew out the candle and walked out of the nursery.

Harry was now 15 months old to the day. It was All Hallows Eve and the island had cooled down considerably.

Lily walked down the stair into the cozy living room. The room was a white color and had a large bay window with teal curtains and gold embroidery. The gold couch faced the fireplace that had a cheerfully crackling fire. Plush teal and gold striped chairs were on either side of the couch and as Indian rug covered the wooden floor.

The room was currently bathed in firelight from the blaze. She sat in a chair that was positioned close to the warmth and pulled out a leather bound book.

She pulled her wrapper closer around herself as she was only in her nightgown and started to read the book. It was one of the tomes from Midos' temple. She was almost done with them, and they were extremely intriguing.

As she read, her hand fingered the key around her neck. It was a little gold key that had a ruby on it with her initials shaping in gold around it. It went to the trunk that held the diaries and medallion. If she and James should die, then they would go to Harry.

Normally, a young mother such as herself wouldn't have to worry about things such as death. However, this last year had been difficult. While everyone had been extremely excited about the birth of Harry, unfortunate events followed one after the other. First, James had received a letter 2 months after the birth that the Marauder was shipwrecked on an island and the men either lost or dead. James had been devastated at the news and refused to be confronted for the rest of the week.

Then, there was a bad crop with the sugar cane. It seemed that salt had been poured into the fields, thus ruining it for several years. Uncle Jack had been furious about this and it wasn't until Albus assured him the he could remove the salt with magic that Jack finally calmed down. Luckily, the cotton was successful, so there was some sort of profit.

However, the worst had happened just a month ago. Uncle Jack had been murdered in his sleep. They had found him the next morning with his window opened and blood staining his bed sheets. He had been stabbed three times in the stomach with a note pinned to his sleeve. The note still sent shivers through Lily's spine.

She remembered James' face going from pale and then steadily redder as he read the note. It read:

I told you I would kill all of your family, Captain Potter. Your crew was first and now your uncle. Watch out for your wife and son

-Captain T.M. Riddle

James hadn't slept well since the scene and she didn't see him often. He refused to speak about it and she knew he had taken the loss of his uncle hard. He had taken the eminent danger of his wife and son harder.

James had assigned Sirius, Remus, and himself on daily patrols of the plantation. In fact, he had even instructed two burly slaves by the name of Samuel and Samson to stand guard in front of the cottage. The men looked intimidating, but they were extremely kind hearted.

Lily straightened in her seat as she heard the front door open and close. She immediately grabbed the pistol and sword James had given her so long ago. She raised both of them towards the door and took a fighting stance.

"Lily," she heard a voice call out. Thank God, she thought, instantly relaxing. It was only her husband.

"James," she whispered, dropping the sword and gun. She ran into his arms and gave him a fierce hug. "Don't you ever scare me like that."

He chuckled lightly. "Sorry, Lily-love, you know I didn't mean to." He then started to look around. "Where is Harry?" he asked.

"Oh, I finally got him to sleep. It wasn't easy," she replied.

He smiled down at her. "But I know you did it perfectly. Come, I would like to check on him."

Lily grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs to their son's nursery. She saw him standing up in his crib, holding the railings and looking as if he was getting ready to escape.

"Harry!" she scolded. "You are supposed to be sleeping, young man."

Harry giggled and said, "Ma, up!"

"Yes, yes, Harry," James said, walking over to the crib and picking his son up. "Did you stay up to see me, son?"

Harry smiled up at James, his green eyes shining.

"Must you encourage him, James?" Lily asked tiredly. James just smiled over at her.

"Come now, Lily, he just wants to see his father. Isn't that right, son?" James asked, looking down at his child who had currently snuggled his head underneath James' chin.

"Yeh," Harry whispered, his eyes drifting closed. James smiled as he heard his son murmur, "Pa."

"Unbelievable," Lily whispered.

"What?" he asked back.

"You can hold him for a minute and he falls asleep. With me, it takes at least ten."

James just smirked at her and placed a kiss on her forehead. Then he placed one on Harry's head.

"I'm sorry, love," he whispered, and then placed Harry in his crib. "Why don't we head downstairs?"

"Alright," she said, sighing. James smiled at her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

The pair walked down the stairs in a comfortable silence. James walked them over to the chair Lily had occupied earlier and sat himself down, pulling his wife onto his lap. She snuggled into his chest and sighed.

"What's wrong, Lily-flower?" he asked.

"I miss this. I miss you," she said.

"But I haven't left, love," he said, rubbing her back gently.

"No, but you haven't been with me. You have been so busy with the patrolling."

"Lily," he sighed, "you know that I dislike being away from you and don't want to, but I have to protect you and Harry."

"I know," she replied softly, "it would just be nicer if I could see you more often."

"I promise that I will try harder to be here, love," he said, kissing her softly.

"Thank you, James. I love you."

"I love you, too, Lily-flower."

The pair sat in a comfortable silence and slowly started to drift to sleep. Just as she was about to succumb to the darkness, she heard the creak of the picket fence.

Lily bolted awake. James stirred as he felt Lily stiffen. He blearily rubbed his eyes and moaned.

"Lily, what's the matter?" he asked quietly.

"James, I think I heard something from the outside," she said, panic slipping into her voice.

James instantly snapped awake. Lily jumped out of his lap and grabbed her pistol and sword that she had dropped earlier.

James got up quickly as well and grabbed his affect from the hall. He then ran to the front door and looked out the window. Lily followed him and went to look as well, but he pushed her back.

"Lily," he whispered, his eyes frantic, "it's Riddle."

Lily gasped. "James, we need to get out and hide!"

"There's no time," he said, pushing her up the stairs. She heard pounding on the door. "Lily, I want you to grab Harry and run."

"What about you?" she asked, tears streaming down her face as they stood on the stairs. She was clutching James' arms.

He placed a searing kiss on her lips. "I'll meet you at the mansion later," he said, hugging her tight and then pushing her back up the stairs.

There was another large bang on the door and it flew open. Lily had just reached Harry's room. She quickly opened the door and closed it behind her, locking it.

She rushed over to her son's crib and picked him up. Harry woke up and began to fuss.

"Shh, baby, it's alright, baby," she whispered, rocking the child. Harry stopped fussing and nuzzled his mother's breast.

Lily frantically looked around for a basket. Finding one, she placed Harry in it. She quickly knotted the blankets together and tied them to the basket.

She could hear the clanging of sword from down below. Suddenly, a gunshot sounded. Lily had to muffle her scream. She hoped that her husband wasn't dead.

Suddenly, a loud thud sounded and then the pounding of boots ascending the stairs. Panicking, Lily started to lower Harry out the window. She thanked God that the blankets were holding.

Once the basket was hidden in the bushed, she dropped the blankets. Just as she closed the window, the door flew open, chunks of wood flying. Lily screamed and ducked to the floor.

"Mrs. Potter, we meet again," a chilling voice said from above her.

Lily uncovered her head and slowly stood up, meeting the eyes of Captain Tom Marvolo Riddle. At that moment, she knew her husband was gone. As much as she wanted to scream and cry, Lily knew she had to put on a brave face and protect her son, the only piece of her husband that she had left. She had to be valiant.

"I had hoped never to see your ugly visage ever again," she sneered.

"Mrs. Potter," he said, faking hurt, "it pains me to hear you say that. However, I am not here to exchange insults. I came here to end the Potter line."

"Fine," Lily said, stepping back with her arms thrown open, "kill me."

"You know that you aren't the only Potter," he said, looking at her crudely.

"I am," she insisted, tilting her chin up.

"Mrs. Potter," he chided, "have you already forgotten about your son, or do you truly not care about him?"

"I LOVE MY SON!" she screamed at him, tears slipping down her face. She swallowed heavily. "My son is dead," she lied, her voice cracking. "He died from smallpox."

"Such a shame," he said, pleasure glinting in his eyes. "So it seems I only have one Potter to take care of," he said, raising his sword. Lily raised hers to match his stance.

"That would be correct," she said bravely.

"Good," and with that, he whipped out his pistol and shot two shots. Lily fell to the floor in a heap. The other veered right and shattered the glass. Shards of glass fell down into the bushes. One cut into the sleeping child's forehead, creating a jagged scar.

All that could be seen was a black cloaked figure running through the night to a dark ship, cackling mercilessly.


A wail came from the bushes. Albus Dumbledore looked out the window, startled.

He looked around and saw nothing. "Curious," he said. Then he heard the wail again. There was no mistaking it this time. That was the cry of a child.

"Could it be?" Dumbledore murmured, stealing down the stairs. He rushed out of the cottage and went to the bushes underneath Harry's nursery.

He carefully separated the leaves to find a woven basket with blue knitted blankets. Albus carefully lifted the blankets away to see a teary eyes baby with messy black hair.

"Harry," he breathed, his voice slightly breaking. He brushed away a couple of strands of black hair and saw a jagged scar on his forehead. It was almost in the shape of a lightning bolt.

"Oh, my poor boy," he whispered sadly, caressing the child's face and tucking that blankets firmly around him. "We must take you to safety."

He gently took the babe and basket through the gates and out into the night. He then made his way to the shoreline and looked down at the bundle.

"Your Uncle Sirius has been arrested, Harry. He betrayed you and your family. It was his job to take watch and he failed you. He allowed Riddle in," Dumbledore said, reflecting on the last couple of hours. "Your Uncle Remus, as you know, has been out on the ship looking for the Marauder. He won't be able to take care of you."

Harry just blinked tiredly up at the old man. Albus sighed. "Well, off we go," and with that, Albus turned and a pop sound was heard. There was only darkness and a slight breeze that stood on the shoreline. The old man with the bundle had disappeared.

A pop sounded in the dirt road on Rusberry Lane. An old man appeared with a basket in his hands. He walked up the long driveway of a South Carolina mansion. The lawn was perfectly manicured and the house crisp and white.

Dumbledore finally stopped at the burgundy front door. He gently placed the basket on the doorstep and looked down lovingly at the babe.

Finally, Albus placed a chain with a key on it around the child's neck and tucked it in the blankets. He then placed a letter addressed to a "Lady Dursley". Unconsciously, the child turned in his sleep and wrapped a hand around the letter.

"Good luck," he whispered, "Harry Potter."

And with that, the old man turned and walked away, leaving the special child on the doorstep.

A/N: THE END!!!! Thanks to all who stuck through it until the end and I appreciate each and every review. They really kept me going. I am hoping to do a sequel, and I would like to know if everyone thinks that is a good idea. Thanks also to my beta, muddy worm, you have been great! And thanks for the scar idea!