A/N: What you see below is the product of much effort, little sleep, and absolutely no food. Actually, I rather like it. XD The first part is my original prologue; I figured it would be put to better use here. It looks familiar, I know, but bear with me and you'll hit the... lovely... AU twist! The last line is one of my better last lines, I would like feedback on it in particular, odd as that sounds.

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Chapter II

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

"I love you," she whispered, knowing full well that it would be the last time she saw him alive.

"I know." His expression softened for a moment. "Go!" The touch of his hand dispelled her numbness; she made a dash for Harry's room, stumbling slightly as the front door exploded off its hinges. Half of her wanted to go back and stand with James, to face death beside him, but she knew it would be useless to her son. She cradled the boy against her chest; there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide… She dashed up the stairs, diving through the first open door, Harry's room…

Voldemort's curse shook the house, and she stumbled again. She heard herself scream for James, knowing there would be no answer. Silent tears ran down her face, but she paused only to set Harry in his crib before slamming every box and piece of furniture she could find against the door. Where was her wand? She must have dropped when she tripped; she had been too intent on keeping hold of Harry…

She gathered the small boy in her arms again. Her heart was thumping rapidly in her chest; it was too quiet, too still, Lord Voldemort was taking his time knowing that they were trapped. Her eyes flicked to the window, but it was too small, and no one would have been able to hear her scream for help because of the charm…

She was sure Voldemort wouldn't have killed Pettigrew, he would have enough sense to keep her and James from becoming Secret Keepers in turn, able to shout their location to all within earshot in a desperate bid for survival… She rocked Harry gently. He looked so much like James, he had no idea that his father was lying dead below.

For a split second, she remembered what Dumbledore had told them so long ago. She had been shocked, disbelieving.

"Harry? But he's just a child? He's only a baby, for goodness sake…" She trailed off, feeling helpless, and James put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"Lord Voldemort has no misgivings about killing a child if he thinks that child is a threat," Dumbledore said, gently but sternly. "I have heard from a reliable source that he intends to go to any lengths to destroy Harry Potter…"

There was no splintering crash as there had been when Voldemort destroyed their front door. The door of Harry's room simply swung open, eerily, and the boxes and pieces of furniture she had worked so hard to pile there spun away silently, as if in a grotesque ballet. Her heart quickened at the sight of that pale, snakelike face; she set her child back in the crib and stepped in front of him.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" she begged, knowing that it would make no difference.

"Stand aside, you silly girl… stand aside, now." His tone was cold, and his lip curled into a contemptuous smile when he saw that she had no wand. There was only her body between him and the child.

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead—"

"Your babbling tires me, you stupid child." His wand was pointed at her chest, she thought for a moment that he would kill her, but instead, he shouted, "Crucio!"

Agony shot through her, the curse knocked her to the floor, it was as though every one of her nerves was being sliced open with a hot knife… She became aware that she was screaming as she had never screamed before and that Voldemort was laughing quietly. He watched her shudder on the floor with an air of faint amusement. Moving languidly, he came to kneel beside her, raising her face with one of his cold hands. Long white fingers brushed her cheek, almost caressingly.

The fingers lingered on her face for a split second, then moved to run down her neck. Revulsion filled her. She wanted to shrink away, but she felt weak and slightly dizzy, every inch of her body aching.

One finger twisted a strand of her hair, moving it away. Voldemort's face was millimeters from her own, and his lips grazed her ear.

"It would be such a waste to kill you. One of my followers has been so longing to see you again… I'm sure you remember Severus Snape?"

"Go to Hell," she snarled, still out of breath.

A hand gripped her chin again, forcing her to look once more into those terrible scarlet eyes. "You need to learn manners, my dear," he said softly.

And then everything was a blur… Harry was crying in his crib… Voldemort threw Lily away from him… her head struck the wall… his wand was raised, but this time, it wasn't pointed at her…

Lily head was swimming from the force of impact against the wall. Her one thought was to get to Harry… to protect him… raising herself, she dove forward… She wasn't quick enough.


The child fell limp, emitting one final shriek… Lily's outstretched hand caught something sharp… It sliced through her palm… The last thing she remembered was Voldemort standing above her, his horrible laugh ringing in her ears.

She awoke, panting, her eyes adjusting to the darkness after that flash of green light… nothing but darkness…

The memories were so clear in her mind: James's hazel eyes as he said goodbye, the warmth of little Harry against her breast, the stark cold of Lord Voldemort's fingers stroking her skin.

She rose from the bed; Severus Snape was nowhere to be seen. Cautiously, she padded over to the door, wondering if he had left it unlocked. She reached out a hand to touch the knob, but something stopped her.

"Soon, you'll be free…"

What was it about him that made her trust him, especially after being betrayed by one of her husband's closest friends?

Perhaps it was because of the pain in his voice when he said he would never hurt her, and the pleading in his eyes. No one was that good of an actor, not even a man who had to be fooling either Voldemort or Dumbledore. Maybe it was simply because she needed someone to trust.

With those thoughts she returned to the bed without bothering to see if the door was locked. She suddenly realized how tired she was. It felt as if she had been running rather than sleeping. She was unable to shake the images of Harry and James from her mind, but finally succeeded in crying herself back to sleep.

It was one o'clock in the morning on November first, 1981. Snape slipped back in the door, relived that Lily was still asleep. She was shivering and seemed to be crying softly. He moved to the bed and watched her silently, sitting down gingerly and cradling her slender figure as though he was afraid to break her.

She stirred slightly, her body nestling against his, her hair just beneath his chin.

"James…" she murmured.

"Shh…" he whispered back, a lump growing in his throat. If this was the only way he would ever hold her, so be it.

Let him be James Potter for just one night.

A/N: So where was Sev? What will happen to Lily? Tune in next time on "Inventions of Mrs. James Norrington's Twisted Mind"! Don't forget to review! My calculations say that less than five percent of the people who have read this have reviewed! Depressed writers don't do good fics, people.