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In this story all parts with the DD (Different Dimension) are one hundred present AU! Well kind of, the pairings are the same and everything. I had this idea while attempting to write my other story witch at this time is on hiatus because I have only been able to write 1,000 words and I am going on three months since my last upload. This is a plot that got stuck in my head. Two big differences are the fact PETUNIA IS A WITCH! and DUMBLEDORE NEVER TOLD JAMES AND LILY THE PROPHECY SO THEY NEVER HAD A SECRET KEEPER! Lily had more control over magic as a child and showed it more freely so Severus only told her she was a witch making Petunia and Lily both quite surprised when Petunia got her own letter. Petunia was sorted into Ravenclaw and now works as a Healer, she never married. She is also a (school) year older than Lily born early 1959. She does not get along with the Marauders but tolerates them after then Snape Lily fight at the end of fifth year and grows to love them much like her sister.

Because of this she speaks to Sirius about the fact that his brother has been keeping an eye on him from a distance by stalking him though the halls. Sirius speaks to Regulus, who is already a death eater, and offers refuge if the man ever decides to leave the death eaters. This brings Regulus to tell Kretcher to bring him to Sirius at the cave. Lily and Petunia, with the help of Remus who is pretty handy with healing charms spell the drink from his system and save his life. Durring this time James and Marlene keep Sirius from giving himself alcohol poisoning with the amount his is consuming. He tells them of the horcruxes and the group works to find them away from the order seeing as Regulus does not trust Dumbledore and did not come to his brother for help from the order rather from his brother. This ensues a fight but Dumbledore does not get told as the group works to find the other horcruxes Regulus spring from the inside much to his brothers (and everyone elses) chagrin. Though Regulus they get all four horcruxes already created, cup, diary, locket, diadem. It is Remus who finds the ring with the help of Lily. James however that must destroy them, Gryffindor Heir, and all the other four (Lily, Remus, Petunia, and Sirius) stand watch as Peter is left witch charge over Harry, since Marlene is captured and Regulus is stuck at a death eater meeting. Peter hands the baby to Voldemort and the explosion created by Harry's death kills both the rat and the snake (Voldemort) Forever. And last little tidbit is that Lily is Neville's godmother.

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Here we Go,

I-Owe-Not

Chapter 1:

Godric's Hallow, Dawn, Halloween 1983, DD

Pale hands emerging from their place clenched into fists hiding under the stretched out arms of an overly large red sweater. The hands then extended toward what seemed like a boy in the distance. Red hair that was into a bun fell in whips and stuck to the woman's puffy cheeks. She reached her hands out again her mouth open in a silent plea. The boy was crying his arms and legs scarred with open and bleeding welts. The boy looked to be extremely malnourished and broken. The woman wanted nothing more than to run to the boy's side, to pick him up and hold him tight, to kiss his away his boo-boos and smother him with love. A part of her brain, the rational one, told her that this was not real. But that part went practically unheard.

Moving forward slowly she watched as the form disappeared before her eyes. It was with a broken sob her legs buckled under her as she fell just beyond the doorway leading outside from the kitchen. It was minutes before her husband was at her side pulling her in to the house. His black hair was even messier because he had fallen asleep with it wet. He picked up his wife's wallowing form and cradled her in his arms. With little difficulty he carried her to the kitchen as he lit some candles to give them adequate light. He moved to the sink to wet a hand towel.

"He was here, he was hurt, he was crying. I couldn't get to him. I am a horrible mother." Each statement followed by a few heart wrenching sobs before the woman collapsed into her husband's arms no longer able to breathe normally. The man began to wipe the woman's neck with the hand towel before moving to pat the sweat off her face. Soon the breaths evened out and the woman fell asleep in his arms. Taking it as a blessing in disguise he lifted her effortlessly once again.

His eyes traveled to the door as two memories assaulted him. One of joyous times when he carried his wife over the threshold of what was their summer-house in Godric's Hollow, the second was morbid and was of the man who had come in and taken the entire world from the couple. A traitor disguised as a friend who had crossed that threshold a man they thought greeted as a friend and handed there most sacred treasure. Shaking his head he continued up stairs and tucked his wife into bed.

Then he slipped over to the door three down. First he pointed his wand at the handle and unlocked it. Then with a silent wave he put all the monitoring charms he had in the room on stasis as he stepped inside himself. He walked over to the crib, inside laid a crumpled blanket and a small stag toy. Neither had been moved from the spot completely in two years. Not since the day his son was taken from the room. In fact nothing had moved since that day. The room itself was frozen in time. A snap shot of the worse day of his life.

Waving his wand quickly he sputtered out cleaning spell after cleaning spell, levitating the children's book of dragons and placing it back on the bookshelf it had occupied before. Spelling away dust and grime and making the room look as pristine as the day when he had brought his one year old son here after explaining to the chubby cheeked giggling boy, that this is where they were going to live until Mr. Albus said it was safe to go back home, Potter Manor. As the last spell flew from his wand he crumpled to the floor himself. He did not openly sob as his wife did rather he silently allowed tears to streak his face.

"Prongsie," The voice of his best friend carried from the door. Tiredness clear in his tone, the man who stood in the door way had left his own house quite quickly only bidding his daughter and wife, both of whom were still asleep, goodbye with a kiss each to the sleeping blonds before flooring over. He had placed his own charms on the nursery of his late godson for this reason because he knew the man, who was now crumpled on the nursery floor, saw it as his duty to be strong for his broken wife. But he also knew that man needed someone to lean on as well.

"I…. I'm….. I am…. F…fine," he squeaked out before taking a deep breath. "I am f…fi…fine," He tried again. But his words would not fool the most trusting of infants, and though often told he acted like a child, the man in the doorway was no infant.

"And I am a Slytherin. Prongsie you shouldn't be in here. Not today at least. Its not good…"

"I don't deserve good!" The man on the floor twisted to yell.

"Prongs,"

"I am a failure Paddy, a failure. I failed as a son, I failed as a friend, I failed as a husband, and I f**ked up as a father." The man on the floor yelled.

"James," The other man said stepping forward.

"I let him get killed. I stepped out of the house and let my son get killed." James yelled.

"James it's not your fault." The man said kneeling down next to his friend.

"Then whose fault is it."

"Voldemort, and Pettigrew for that matter. James, you did everything you could."

"Which clearly wasn't enough. I was supposed to protect him."

"James you thought…."

"I thought, and I thought, and I thought, I thought Peter was our friend, I thought we would all be fine, I thought the charm would keep us safe, I thought had destroying the bloody horcrux on Halloween was so damn poetic it was worth it. I just kept thinking Padfoot, I thought that I knew the truth and it was all lies. I…"

"Jamie, come on let's get out of the room. This really is not healthy. Let's get some strong tea, get you straight. Dirt monkeys coming over today, remember. He will be over in a few hours. Just think of dirt monkey." The other man said with hope the low trick would gauge the correct reaction.

He knew that using Dirt Monkey, more commonly known as three-year old Neville Longbottom as a bargaining took to bring some much-needed sense of reality back to his friend was very wrong. But often it was the only thing that would make the twenty-three year old see reason. Lily is Neville Longbottom's godmother in the same way Alice was Harry's. because of the looming war both sets of parents feared for there lives and knew that if they where not personally able to raise their kids they would at least want Harry and Neville to grow up together. Not that they ever did. For the first week after Harry's death James and Lily were kept away from Dirt Monkey because of Augusta's own fear.

That second week however James was barreling down the floo and refusing to leave the house until he spent time with his godson. All of this was because James wore the woman down until she allowed visits. James was a surrogate son for Augusta as much as Neville was for James. Augusta had been good friends with Charles and Dorea who were distantly related as all purebloods were. As such she had watched from the rim of a tea-cup the boy playing in the yard with Frank despite the two-year age difference. She had watched from afar as the boy turn to a man and a father. She watched as he pieced himself back together after the war. She wanted that kind of role model for her grandson. For the most part James pulled himself together to be that role model for Neville. And it worked like a charm, somehow the mere mention of the three-year old who had kept James and Lily functioning over the past few years snapped the male Potter back into line. With Sirius' help the two made their way down stairs.

"I am going to f**k up with him too and Franky and Ally will hate me. What's to say I haven't already," The man said as his tears continued to fall.

"Sure you're going to f**k up James. It's all a part of it. Your Dad messed up, his dad messed up, I mess up, and so does everyone else. Merlin even Mothering Molly Weasley messes up, she can't even keep her kids straight half the time she puts their initials on their clothe." He said trying to lighten the mood, Arthur and Molly Weasley where distant acquaintances of the men and their friends.

They very rarely saw the Weasley's, because of Pureblood Events they had known Molly, who was born a Prewett, from childhood events and she was always the worse type of kid watcher. The one who knew everything and acted like a mother, ergo the Mothering Molly Weasley nickname she was saddled with. The boys and every other kid who attended the dinner for that matter preferred someone like Andromeda whose only rule was not to kill each other and not to be crass. Sirius and James knew Arthur through work where they would see him sometimes and often, considering Molly was Alice's cousin and Neville's second cousin; Augusta would invite the family to tea. However Arthur seemed quite convinced that, considering that Sirius and James had once charmed up a motorbike as seventeen year olds, they were interested in things such as his ever-growing plug collection. She also had a nasty habit of acting as if seeing the boy once a month meant she knew better than Lily when it came to Neville, after all, she had already raised six boys. The unspoken connotation to that was seen as a stab to Lily about the fact she was unable to raise even one past his toddler years. Everyone else, and even a part of Lily, knew that was not the case. But the words would pour salt on the wound anyways.

"Yet others don't get their babies killed by madmen." James said with a huff.

"Prongs," Sirius said but the other man just brushed it off.

Sirius rummaged the kitchen and began to make tea knowing that if he were to give his friend anything stronger than spiked tea that things would go downhill quickly. It was easy to lose one's self at the bottom of a bottle and Sirius Black refused to let James Potter get to that state. Just as James Potter had not allowed Sirius Black to get to that state two years ago when the latter believed his wife to be dead.

He shuttered at the thought as the boiling tea made him jump to attempt to jumble around the boiling water and not let it boil over. Sirius Black was hopeless in the kitchen but he had learned quite a few basics such as how to make tea, how to make a baby bottle, and how to survive on muggle food you just added water too. After placing the tea bags in the mugs he added a small amount of fire whiskey to both from the bottle in the fridge. He then sat one in front of the distant man who was seated at the table in the same spot he had placed his wife almost an hour ago. Sirius slipped into the seat across from him as he sipped on his own tea waiting for James to begin a conversation.

"I shouldn't have cleaned the room."

"Prongsie,"

"He's not coming back. I shouldn't have cleaned the room. It is disgracing his memory."

"Prongs, I will right it, no sweat."

"No, I should, I need too."

"Tomorrow,"

"Padfoot,"

"Prongsie, wait. You try to go in there today and it will end up just like it did this time. Think of Dirt Monkey, of Lil's." He said and James nodded blankly.

"How's Lil' holding up?" Sirius said after a few minutes of silence.

"She isn't, she thought she saw him outside and was going to go and help him. She tripped a charm, I just got her back to bed." James rested his head in his arms shaking his head back and forth. "Merlin Padfoot, today had barely begun and it already sucks."

"I feel that just kind of the hand we get dealt on Halloween Jamie, sucky day and sucky moods because of a sucky memory." He didn't mention that most days where not much better for Lily Potter nee Evans, the once vibrant and outspoken red-head lost a part of herself that night two years ago.

There were days when she would hallucinate Harry's presence, or mistake Neville for Harry. These where not as bad however, as the days she dreamed of that night when they came home to find there son gone, those days she was unable to even get out of bed. Because of the fluctuating levels of functionality Lily was subject too she did not 'go' to work. Rather she did research charms work for different branches of the ministry and sometimes helped stock the potions supply at Hogwarts when the potion master, Oh Sluggy, was busy with other work. Or it was exam time.

James, unlike Lily, usually was functional. His functionality had a lot to because he was a trained Auror who worked with the DMLE child protection division, CPD, however. His strength came from the fact that often James was given the opportunity, once in a gray moon mind you, to save children from wayward Death Eater attacks, or attacks of any kind. He was able to show that he was not useless in protecting those who could not protect themselves. Holidays and the end of July where bad days though.

"Cheers to the worse day of the year." James added raising his glass with a half-hearted smile.

"Cheers,"

A/N - There is the first chapter. I have four chapters of this story already written and I am working on the fifth so I should upload at least once a week. Every Saturday? Starting next.

Also this story is BLACKINNON, Marlene survives and we get to see her chapter three along with Remus, Neville, and my first permanent O.C there is a few that fade in and out to fill roles. Harry comes in next chapter.

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