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James and Lily - The Potters Strike Back by jwood

Format: Novella
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 1,880
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence

Genres: Romance, AU
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lupin, Sirius, Lily, James
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, James/Lily, Ron/Hermione

First Published: 06/30/2006
Last Chapter: 12/02/2008
Last Updated: 12/02/2008

Summary:







What if James and Lily did not die but were just in Limbo? What if they came back just in time to help Harry face Voldemort?How would this change Sirius' fate? R/R and see..... Thanks to cherrypie3601 for the banner. I am so sorry. i mean it i am in the process of getting chapter 3 ready for validation. But i really think i need a writing partner for this story to get it going again, anyone who is interested email me on jwood20@live.co.uk


Chapter 1: Prologue
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Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the plot. JK owns the rest. Also the quotes in this chapter belong to Jk only.

Prologue


“Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off-"



James stumbled out of the darkened room of the cottage he and his beloved family were hiding in.
He looked around as he heard the manic high pitched cackle of Tom Riddle – Lord Voldemort- the monster who wanted his little son dead. He turned, straight-backed and proud to face the sinister red snake eyes.He would die just to give his perfect Lily and his young son a chance to run from this evil. He raised his wand to curse Voldemort but Voldemort was too quick....


“AVADA KEDAVRA!”

‘Please let them live...Let Harry live’ James thought as the green jet of light hit him square in the chest.
His body fell to the ground with a dull thump.


Lily heard the dull thump and felt an ache in her heart and knew that her hero James had fallen. She retreated further into Harry’s room as she heard Voldemort slither up the stairs and enter the room. She was determined that Riddle would not harm a hair on her son’s head- who was now sheltered behind her in his cot; not knowing the terror his mother felt. With James gone all she wanted to do was to make sure that monster would not kill her Harry. She would do anything....


“Please not my son!”
“Stand aside you stupid woman, it is the boy I want”


He was giving her a choice? NO! She would die for her son to protect him...




“Please kill me instead! Have you no mercy?"




Voldemort laughed shrilly as Lily screamed. ‘she wants to die? Then she will!’
There was a flash of green light as Lily’s body also slumped to the floor- her last
thoughts willing her beloved son to survive with all her heart.



13 YEARS LATER


James forced himself to open his eyes when he heard whooshing sounds in his ears. He felt like he was lighter than air. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He was in what seemed to be a grey misty field. He was floating a few inches above the ground. Was he dead? He couldn’t be dead because he could still feel. Where was he? Did Lily and Harry survive? He forced his mind to think about the only things that made him alive in this grey nothingness-the happy faces of his wife and son.


Lily was also was wondering where she was. Where was Harry? Did she fail to save him? Why was she still breathing and feeling?She felt alone and vunerable in this misty vastness without James there to make her feel safe. She suddenly spun around and her startling emerald eyes met deep hazel ones.



She was looking into James’ eyes for what seemed like an eternity.They were definately James’ eyes. Suddenly, both of them were falling, before hitting solid earth.

An unknown number of miles away in the dark overgrown graveyard of Little Hangleton, the newly reborn Lord Voldemort was rising out of a cauldron in front of a horrified bleeding 14 year old boy surrounded by a ring of Death Eaters.




A/N: I know this story is really AU but I wanted to write a story that had the Potter family thwart Voldie once and for all. Please R&R it’s my very first fanfic and I want to know if I'm good or not.



Chapter 2: Chapter 1
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A/n: just a word of great thanks to my exxxxxxxxcellent beta AdrianaBlack and to my brilliant reviewers: padzy *padfoot*, Jamie, philadelphia_kixx_rock_7594, alzzu, lizzieJ02, broadwaychick, kandy. you guys ROCK!!!:)

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the plot. JK owns the rest.


Chapter 1

Albus Dumbledore sat at his writing desk, the old, rusty lamp making his face look more tired and aged than ever. He was going over in his mind the events which had happened 2 months ago under his own nose. Lord Voldemort had returned. The thing he had been dreading for so long. He had always known he would return – had Tom Riddle himself not said to him that he had done everything to become immortal?

But he never wanted poor Harry to be caught up in it. For all of Harry’s life – ever since that terrible Halloween night, he had done everything in his power to protect him and then he had left him alone in that torturous maze – alone and unprotected.
Since that night in the maze his ancient mind had gone into overdrive- it was like this was what he was programmed to do. He had called up the Order after about an hour of Harry’s return and had sent Hagrid and Olympe off to face the giants …. Come to think of it… Where were they?

His long train of thought was suddenly disrupted by a knock on his door. Who was it? He wasn’t used to these kinds of visitors lately. Wait! He knew that knock! -Three long knocks, two short. No it couldn’t be! He quickly waved his wand and the old oak door unlocked and revealed a pair of wet, thin and anxious couple who were far from dead. James and Lily – no! My age must be getting to me!

James started to move towards his old mentor and instantly knew that this was not a happy time. Dumbledore got up from around his desk and towards the Potters and placed his long fingered hand on James’ shoulder, just to confirm that he was real. He smiled the first smile in about one month when Lily hugged him hard. He motioned for James and Lily to take a seat and asked them a very important question… “Would either of you like a sherbet lemon? I know it must be a while since you’ve had one.”(A/N: I know he isn’t the candyman but I needed a bit of humor to lighten uo the next bit)

“No thanks Albus. I know what you must be thinking, seeing us here, alive, but we were hoping that you could give us an answer to that also. What are we doing here?” said James with a smirk and then a heavy sigh at his old headmaster. “- and where’s Harry?” Lily interjected with stricken worried eyes.

Dumbledore looked at the two with a quizzical stare. He thought on James’ question, which was identical to the one which had been zooming around his mind since he first clapped eyes on them, and then Lily’s. He was sure that she must be hoping that Harry had survived and hesitated to tell her anything incase it caused the broken woman more pain.

“Albus…?” James asked. Dumbledore looked up and said, “First you both must know how happy I am to see you both here again. I’m sorry I don’t know more than you both at the minute; as to your question, Lily, yes Harry lived and is at this school living a happy life with friends by his side.” He was reluctant to say anything about the prophecy still in effect to the parents whose faces had lit up when hearing of their sons escape. “Your love saved him Lily, the fact that you died for him left a mark on Harry that caused Voldemort’s curse to rebound off your son and onto himself, which caused Voldemort to be ripped from his body and flee to Albania for 13 years.”

“Harry became known as ‘The Boy who Lived’ and the whole wizarding community went on to know his name. However Harry knew none of this, because I placed him in the care of you sister Petunia and her husband.” Dumbledore said with a sigh. He ignored Lily’s gasp of horror and continued, “You both must know that Harry was in grave danger and that there are ancient magics that protect Harry when he is with your blood Lily, Voldemort or his supporters could not get to him there. He may not have had the care and love growing up that you would have given him, but at least he was safe. I believe I made the right decision.”

Dumbledore looked at the two aghast faces and for once was speechless. He believed that he himself would not have been able to cope with their situation. “I am so sorry; I do not believe that I asked after your well being. How are you and what do you remember?” Dumbledore questioned.

James looked up and took a sip of the tea which Dumbledore had conjured and told his old professor about waking up in the misty wreckage of Godrics Hollow and how their only thought was surviving to get to Hogwarts. “We’ve been looking at Muggle newspapers along the journey to Hogwarts and getting up the energy to apparate, but we didn’t reach Hogsmeade until tonight and we thought best not to barge in and scare people. We know we’ve been away for 13 years, so we took the passageway through Honeydukes to here. Do you have any idea how this happened? Where is Harry now? How come our attempts to contact Sirius and Remus have failed? Please don’t tell me that our two best friends have gone.” James finished putting his arm around his now crying wife’s shoulder. “Is my Harry okay?” the sniffing Lily interjected. “Why didn’t Sirius take him in? You know how horrible those people are! They could have ruined my son!”

Dumbledore paused then looked up “I assure you both that Harry is a strong brave, healthy teenager who looks just like you, James, only with his mother’s eyes.” He saw them both exchange a smile at this and continued, “As to the question of Sirius’ guardianship I think we will have to ask him. We will go now if you are both ready; but first I must fill you in on the events of the past months which you will not like. I’m afraid Harry is not yet out of danger. You have returned at a most terrible time…”

After Dumbledore had finished his account of the past 13 years to the now even more stricken and anxious Potters it was well past midnight and they had one more visit to make before sleep came that night....

12 GRIMMAULD PLACE, LONDON

A disgruntled man with shaggy dark hair sat at a large, rough wooden table which was strewn with discarded pieces of parchment and several bottles of butterbeer. The man, Sirius Black, had just finished writing a letter to his disgruntled, bored godson in Surrey when he saw a silver patronus streak past his view. He wondered briefly why Dumbledore was calling on him at this time as the Weasley’s and other members of the Order were not due to arrive until the next few days. He opened the door anyway and it swung past him to reveal Dumbledore and two figures which made him question the amount he had had to drink that night.

“It couldn’t be!” he thought, “Lily and james? No….”

A/N: yes, yet another cliffhanger. Sorry for the wait – im lazy and you should have me thrown to the Skrewts. Anyway hope y’all like it. I’ll update ASAP. Read and review please. please review!!!!! I love to hear your opinions! Toodles!

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