Chapter One:

Lily Evans-Potter sat in the midst of the sitting room at Godric's Hallow. After what she learned, she was in abject shock. The bombshell dropped down upon her head turned her entire world upside down. It seemed absurd on the surface but there was a lot about magic that there was.

There was a prophecy. Normally that wouldn't even faze her. This time the prophecy did. It dealt with the current Dark Lord that terrorized them for the past decade or more. Dumbledore told them that it had to deal with someone who would defeat him. Things had been narrowed down to two potential candidates.

That's what Dumbledore told her anyway.

'If Dumbledore believes it and Voldemort believes it,' Lily thought to herself. Mentally she trailed off and that thought disappeared into the distant.

James returned from seeing Dumbledore off. He looked about as worn out as Lily did.

"So, this has been quite the night, hasn't it?" James asked. He hoped to break the tension. "So, what do you think?"

"I don't know," Lily said.

"It's either us or the Longbottoms," James told his wife. "Dumbledore thinks that it might be more likely to be us."

Lily arched her eyebrow. "Did he tell you why?"

Lily blew her red hair out from underneath her face. This could prove to be a bit of a nightmare.

"He figured that it was the case," James said. His wife's penetrating glare locked onto him caused James to slide back. "He didn't seem fit to give a reason. Dumbledore's been playing his cards closely. You know he feels that there's a spy in the Order."

Lily knew that theory and wondered if Dumbledore had any ideas. There were a lot of rumors about certain people thanks to their nature. Moody in particular was checking and double checking people whenever they walked into headquarters.

She would feel a lot better if the Order actually accomplished anything. Every day more of their members dropped like flies. A couple of Death Eaters got caught but they were among the lowest priority ones for him. No one he would lose sleep over was captured. They might as well be wearing red shirts as far as Lily was concerned.

"So, he's not going to tell us anything," Lily said, frowning.

She didn't like that. Dealing with Dumbledore outside of being that Headmaster that you saw at meal times was a far more taxing experience.

"My parents and grandparents knew Dumbledore for years, I think that we can trust him," James answered.

"I hope so," Lily commented in her most brisk tone. "So, he thought of the Fidelius Charm….."

"Yes, I think that it might work," James said. "And I'm sure that Sirius will be happy to be the Secret Keeper."

"I'm sure he will," Lily said. She had a question in her mind. "But, why couldn't one of us be a Secret Keeper?"

"Dumbledore thinks that if the scope is extended outside of the house, we will be able to be protected easily," James said to his wife. He lightly rested his hand on the side of her leg.

"Hmm," Lily said and that was all that she said. "I see."

The charm was relatively obscure and she only saw it a couple of times in passing. She wanted to research it before she entrusted her son's safety with it.

"So, Dumbledore is coming back tomorrow and if I can get in touch with Sirius…"

"We should flee the country while we have the chance," Lily said. She was so sudden and blunt that she caught James off guard.

James looked at his wife like she grew two heads. "I beg your pardon?"

"We should get out of the country while we have the chance," Lily repeated herself. She spoke in a clear voice. There could be absolutely no mistake.

James looked like he thought his wife was insane for even suggesting such a thing. "You do realize that the Ministry is passing that law where any magic user couldn't leave the country, don't you?"

"Yes, I realize that," Lily replied. "But the Wizengamot is not having a meeting until next week."

"Yes, I know," James said. As the Head of House Potter, he had a seat where he had to sit the meetings. It was normally fifteen of the most boring hours of his life and then they didn't get anything accomplished. It was always come back tomorrow. "I don't think that fleeing is going to solve anything."

"We can get out of here to the United States," Lily persisted and James looked at her. Lily wasn't done yet. "Voldemort wouldn't dare attack over there. He hasn't even expanded his scope much further into Europe. And with the Sorcerer Supreme over there…."

"You think that this Sorcerer Supreme is more powerful than Dumbledore is!" James snapped back.

Lily didn't even hesitate to respond. "Yes."

"I'm not leaving my home," James said to her firmly.

Lily couldn't even begin to process how someone could be this stubborn.

"Our son is in danger, you'd think…."

"It might not even be my son, it might be the Longbottoms," James said. He sounded flustered and almost hopeful that it was someone other than his heir.

"I thought you said that Dumbledore knew that it might be Harry for sure."

"It could be, but it couldn't be," James said, his face contorted and looked really strained at the moment. Snapping his hands back, he calmed his nerves.

He did not want to get into an argument with his wife because he wouldn't win.

"The Potters have been here since Camelot, it would be a break of tradition for us to leave now," James said. He sounded bold and pompous. The only thing left to do was to puff out his chest. "We fought countless dark lords and never once ran."

"And how many of you have died fighting said dark lords?" Lily asked.

James stammered and stared at that wife. "That's…I need to go out and talk to Sirius about this entire Fidelius Charm thingy…just…..I'll talk to you later."

James did what he always did when he knew when he was about to lose an argument. He fled the room, potentially to the nearest pub.

Lily sighed, she already knew that the law prohibited Muggleborns from leaving the country, without a pureblood chaperone. It was one of the more blatant cases of Ministry corruption imaginable. A law she considered breaking.

Her son's safety was most important thing to her and she was sure James would agree if he ever removed his head from up Albus Dumbledore's arse.

Walking over to the book shelf, Lily reached onto it and grabbed a book charmed to be disguised as a cookbook.

There should be something in here that would help her.

Much later that night, Lily pretty much had everything that she needed in her hands. The daring next step was to actually enact the ritual. The tome she stashed in disguise as a harmless looking cookbook recommended that this should not be done. It was only included for educational purposes.

Lily snorted, that was a good way to cover their collective rears from liability.

That being said, Lily was on the telephone and waiting for someone to answer. Despite the fact that it was not a reasonable time over here, it should be a reasonable time over there. This was in case she buggered her math something fierce when calculating the time zones.

The sleepy voice responded to Lily. "Hello?"

"May, it's been a long time," Lily said. She was really glad to hear her older cousin's voice.

May Parker and Lily Potter were cousins, and May was older than her by a slight bit. Their mother's were twin sisters. The woman's mother moved to the States after World War II to marry her husband, a GI, and then they had May.

"We have a situation," Lily said.

The phone was the only sacred method of communication here. It was pretty secure, and she could relay information to people without the use of owls, Floo, or any other methods that can be used for discussion. Lily thanked her stars for most wizards being tech illiterate and thus unable to trace the information.

"No one's hurt are they?" May asked in concern.

"No, but they could be soon," Lily said and she sighed. "Things are getting extremely dangerous over there. I mentioned about the terrorist that is causing problems. He's gained a fair bit of follows who are disillusioned by the government and certain types of people."

"I know," May said.

"Sorry if I sound so cryptic, but you can never be too careful," Lily said. "I'm not taking any chances."

"What's the problem?" May asked, getting down to the point. She never heard her cousin sound so alarmed and that was alarming to her.

Lily sighed. "The problem is that Albus Dumbledore came to our house and told us that Voldemort found out about a prophecy. He didn't really give us the details about it beyond that, you know for security reasons."

May frowned over the phone. "What did he tell you?"

"That one of two boys fit the qualifications to the prophecy," Lily said.

"You don't seem like the type to believe something like that," May said. She always saw Lily to be practical and someone to call BS when she heard it.

Lily waved off that question and sighed. "The problem is I don't, but these things have an uncanny knack of becoming real because other people believe them. That's the true magic of magic. The thing is that Harry is one of the two boys and Dumbledore seems to think that he's the most likely one to go after."

An owl came back at this moment and Lily took it.

"James and Sirius are going on a mission and won't be back until next Saturday," Lily read to herself and she perked up. "That's actually perfect."

Finally something worked out to her favor. The note didn't contain that much more information other than that. James mentioned that they would perform it after they got back.

"That does seem odd that's happening after everything that's gone down," May interjected over the phone and Lily nodded.

"Very odd, given that I could easily take Harry and run," Lily said.

"Will you?"

"I should," Lily admitted. She really struggled to figure out why she shouldn't. "But, I can't at the same time. I've got an idea that could work. I might not survive this war though, so I need you to take custody of Harry in the event that something happens to me."

Lily knew that Sirius was his godfather and she was sure that Sirius would take care of him. The problem was that Lily almost didn't see Sirius surviving the war. He took the fight to Death Eaters which was good. He took in more damage than they did which wasn't really so good.

"We'll meet in the Heathrow Airport in a week's time," Lily said. "If that's fine with you."

"Its fine," May agreed. She had another concern though "Are you sure that people won't find out that you're there and won't try and stop you?"

"I'll manage, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve," Lily said swiftly. "I'll tell you more then. I've got to go."

"Good bye Lily," May said with regret. She realized that the next time she saw her cousin it might be the last.

Lily Evans-Potter put down the phone and cleared her thoughts. She could do this ritual and it would be dangerous.

Could it end the war though? Could it put down Voldemort for good? Could it fulfill the prophecy?

So many questions and so little time, and Lily took the book up to her face. It was at the point of no return.

She eased into her work room which Harry sat in the midst of a runic circle. Reaching over, Lily grabbed a knife from the table. Her hands shook but she steadied them.

All of these complex rituals needed blood and Lily needed to be strong for what she did. She leaned down and kissed her son on his forehead.

"I'm sorry, I love you."

Lily opened a small cut on Harry's hand with the magically enhanced knife. The blood dripped into the circle and glowed eerily. Harry's hand healed over seconds later.

She hated what she had to do. The deed was done and now she needed to make further arrangements.

Lily walked over and picked up a two way mirror. James and Sirius once used something like this to communication when in separate detentions. She made more for purposes of communicating with people that she didn't want Dumbledore, her husband, or the Order to know that she communicated with.

"It's me."

Lily arrived at Heathrow Airport. She was pretty sure that someone tailed her, but she gave them the slip. Whether or not it was Death Eaters or Order, or just a coincidence, she didn't know. All that she knew was that someone tried to stop her from getting here.

She made it though, with Harry in tow. James would return tomorrow, at least he was scheduled to return tomorrow. Then they would perform the Fidelius Charm. Dumbledore sent her an owl reminding her of that point. He also informed her that it would be unwise to leave this hose in these times.

Lily snorted at the thought of that. Dumbledore thought that he had authority regarding her movements like she was back at Hogwarts.

She waited for the plane to touch down and for May to arrive. She clutched baby Harry against her, he slept through that entire adventure.

'He gets it from me, I swear,' Lily thought. She clutched the papers in her hand and allowed them to dangle from her hand.

The plane touched down and Lily waited.

Seconds later, Lily spotted May. Her red hair was tied back in a clip, and she dressed in a long coat, and heavy pants for the cooler weather that Great Britain had. Lily smiled and waved the woman over.

May rushed over to Lily and swept her into a hug.

"It's been too long," May whispered to her and she smiled. Harry was asleep. "Are you sure that you want to do this?"

"I told you that I didn't know if I'm going to live for much longer," Lily said. The strength this twenty one year old woman had was scary and pretty terrifying.

The fact she stared sudden death in the eye was nothing short of inspiring.

"I hope that you live for years longer," May said firmly.

Lily gave a grim smile. "No one ever looks to die; I think that it's an obvious possibility though after everything that has happened in this war and how the idiots who are in charge in the light intend to send us to an early grave."

Lily paused and noticed that May made the trip alone.

"Ben couldn't make it, could he?" Lily asked.

May shook her head. "He's been putting in a lot of hours at the factory, he couldn't get time off. His wage honestly doesn't fit his output and work sometimes. We manage."

"I'm sure that you do," Lily said. Ben Parker was someone who made a lot of sacrifices, perhaps way too many to be honest. "But, you know that if I have to send Harry to you, you never have to worry about anything again?"

"I figured that you would arrange something," May said.

"I have my own investments that are making enough money, I didn't want to be dependent on the Potter family gold," Lily informed May. "Or my inheritance that my parents gave me and Rose."

That was a hard Christmas, her parents died in a car accident. The official word of the police said that it was a car accident anyway. Lily suspected a more sinister hand was involved but she couldn't prove it.

"How is Rose?"

"She'll be taking her NEWTs this year," Lily informed May with a smile. "I'm hoping that we can hold out for another nine months until she's finished, and she'll be able to stand by and help out where she can. Especially when it comes to Harry's training when he comes of age."

It would be a cold day in hell before any child of hers ever stepped foot in Hogwarts. He could get his OWLs and NEWTs or the equivalent of them just as easy with magical tutors. She also wanted him to have an education that he could actually use in the real world. Lily worked herself to the bone during the summer time and took courses in business management and accounting, among other subjects. She racked up several doctorates.

"She's doing well in school, then?" May asked and Lily nodded in confirmation.

"Very well."

May decided to address the other Evans sister. "What about Petunia?"

"She's been disowned, and I haven't spoken to her in two years," Lily said evasively. "She married Dursley, against my parent's wishes."

"They approved your marriage to James?"

"Yes," Lily said. She didn't really know why her parents hated Dursley so much. There must have been some sort of drama that she wasn't privy to. She never asked. Lily knew better.

That didn't help the strain relationship she had with her sister to begin with. Petunia was a spiteful jealous witch, an irony given that her head would explode if she would be called that word.

"I just don't like to talk about it," Lily said, and she got out the papers. A hell of a storm was brewing. She held Harry stead against her, who slept through the thunder claps.

She cherished these moments because they could be among her last.

"Please sign this, this should make his adoption legal and iron clad," Lily said and May nodded.

If her plan worked, no one would even know Harry left England. Everyone was settled with the goblins. James signed over power of attorney to his vaults to Lily because he couldn't be bothered to deal with the goblins.

The goblins shut up if they shoved enough gold underneath their noses.

"It's done, thank you."

This might be the last time both of them got a chance to speak with each other. It would be time for them to make the most of it with each other.

"Dumbledore is going to be there tomorrow when Sirius and James come back, they're going to perform the Fidelius charm," Lily said.

May frowned in response at Lily. "You sound like you don't approve?"

"I trust Sirius," Lily answered and she shrugged. "But if he gets himself captured, the right kind of magic could rip the secret out of his mind."

Sirius planned on going into hiding soon enough. If that would stick and if he would stay out of trouble, Lily didn't even know. She'd like to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Lily didn't see any signs of anyone, so she must have ditched whoever was following her. If there was anyone who was following her in the first place, that was. Voldemort alternated between wanting to kill her and James and recruit them.

"I wonder what I got myself into sometimes when I agreed to go to Hogwarts and that world," Lily said with a smile. "I hope for the best for Harry."

May smiled at the adoring look that Lily gave her sleeping son. "Being your son, he's going to be nothing but."

Lily wanted to visit her parents one last time and their old home. She offered it to May to stay when she was in the country.

They could spend the next several hours catching up there and then it was off to see the wizard.

Halloween 1981 approached and Lily rushed her way up the stairs at the sound of the doors breaking open.

This was the night she waited for and the night that she feared. She wondered how James hoped to hold Voldemort off without his wand.

The thump of his body down on the ground indicated that James didn't fair too well. She quickened her footsteps, Harry cradled into her arms. The bedroom door swung open and Lily rushed in there about as fast as her legs could carry him.

She felt like she was on spheghetti legs when she tried to hold herself up to her feet.

Voldemort approached her like a villain out of a slasher film. She didn't see his face. It might have been almost worse if it did. The ground cracked underneath his feet when he approached her.

"Stand aside."

The sacrifice must be willing for it to work.

"No, not Harry, take me instead."

Voldemort's voice was cold and indifferent. "Stand aside you silly girl."

Lily glared at Voldemort with determination. If her mind hadn't been so busy processing everything, she may have figured out that there was a reason that Voldemort told her to stand aside.

"No, not Harry, take me!"

Voldemort didn't seem willing to ask her the third time. Lily stared him down with defiance, not even blinking. She felt the warming embrace of death approach her. The redhead saw the tip of green light appear on the wand.

The light shot out and nailed Lily in the chest and knocked her over.

She thumped down onto the ground, never know the warmth of life again.

Voldemort's gaze shifted towards the child. It cried for its mother.

"You will join her soon."

Voldemort lifted his hand in the air and the green light illuminated from the tip of his wand. The blast of the Killing Curse fired at Harry Potter.

The greatest sacrifice he needed to make his final Horcrux would happen tonight.

The spell absorbed into Harry, and his magic shot out like a spider web. Destructive and untamed magic fired out in every single direction.

Voldemort couldn't brace himself long enough. It was magic beyond everything that he ever saw in his life.

The backlash destroyed his body along with his soul. The entire cottage went up in flames and every single magical user in the path of the blast suddenly collapsed.

Anyone connected with Voldemort suffered symptoms of an extremely deadly magical flu. Some of them would recover, at the cost of the ability to perform magic without immense pain. Many of them didn't even have that luxury. They would be dead by the time a week passed.

Dead or a squib, most of those blood purists would pick dead given the choice.

Harry Potter disappeared from Great Britain. As far as they knew, he died on that night. Something happened to cause Voldemort and his supporters to fall.

Only the goblins were the wiser and they sure as hell weren't saying anything.

Eight years passed since Halloween night. It seemed as if Harry Potter was regulated to a footnote in history. The tragedy allowing the death of the Dark Lord, the one that they refused to even name.

If one actually looked, they would realize that Harry Potter was alive and well. Only the name was a bit differently. Harry Evans-Parker or Harry Parker for the sake of simplicity was alive and well. The nine year old child walked home from school besides his mother, May, and a nice crisp wind picked up.

It was almost eight years to the day that Harry arrived on Halloween night. The world turned around on that day. Harry was raised by Ben and May Parker, with his aunt Rose from England popping in for generous visits every few weeks although there were times where she was tied up on business.

Harry understood that better than anyone else. The young man's green eyes shined bright, he wore a nice shirt and a pair of jeans. His hair was unruly, sticking up. His forehead was without a blemish on it.

"We should get home, Harry," May said. She didn't have to worry about Harry getting his homework done before dinner. He had it done a lot of times before he even got home from school because he was that resourceful at using every moment of time.

He worked efficiently which was something that many children his age struggled with a tiny bit. That caused May to smile wide and wide pride.

May saw a familiar car in the middle of the driveway and she wondered what her husband's brother could be doing here. She knew that they left due to their work on trips every now and again.

She helped herself inside and Harry followed her inside.

"Hello Aunt May," a young six year old boy said with a shy little smile.

"Peter, it's good to see you, you've grown since the last time I've see you," May said and she pulled her nephew into a sweeping hug.

Ben Parker stuck his head outside of the kitchen and looked fairly amused. The man cleared his throat and May turned towards him.

"Right, I'll leave you two boys to catch up," May said and she swept into the kitchen. She dropped her handbag down onto the chair.

Harry turned to Peter. "How's school?"

"I'm really glad that I started," Peter said with a smile on his face.

"Did you make any friends?" Harry asked his younger cousin.

"Well, a couple of them, I think," Peter said and he stared at the ground briefly. "I don't really know a lot of them, Mom and Dad just moved into town a few months ago. It took a while to get everything set up."

"It can be difficult to start over," Harry said. He was glad that he didn't really remember much of his old life. His birth mother was the most vivid of his memories. Everything else was a blank. "You'll find people that share what you like, I think."

Peter nodded; Harry always seemed so much older than he was, the couple of times that he met him. Then again, to some, Peter wondered if he seemed a bit older. Harry blew him away regardless.

"I don't know why Mom and Dad are talking to yours," Peter whispered.

"Could be about anything," Harry said. He didn't really mean to pry. Curiosity was not a sin, if it was, Harry would have already been punished because of his an extremely long time ago. "I'm sure that there's a good reason why they're here."

"I thank you for doing this, we don't want to uproot Peter yet again, especially after he's been settled down," Richard Parker said.

"And it's not a trip that we should take a six year old boy," Mary Parker said.

"Not a problem at all, we always have room for family here," Ben said, leaving no room for argument. "You shouldn't worry about that, Peter will be in good hands."

"So, did you get bumped up another grade again?" Peter asked Harry.

"The teachers seem to think that I'll be in high school before my tenth birthday and graduated from college by the time I'm a teenager," Harry said.

Some of the teachers tried their best to slow Harry down. He thought that it was because they made them look bad. A lot of the teachers weren't exactly that good. A lot of what Harry knew was mostly self-taught.

"Peter, I need to talk to you for a minute," his mother said.

Peter jumped to his feet. "Yes, Mom, what is it?"

"We have to go away for a long time," Mary said and Peter looked at her. He didn't speak to his mother just that. "It isn't long, we'll be back before you know it."

"Oh, that's good," Peter said. He was used to his parents having to go away. Some of the time he went with them. Most times he didn't go with them.

"Yes, we'll be back, trust us," Richard said with a warm smile and he patted Peter on the head. "You be good for your Aunt and Uncle."

Peter crossed his arms and he stared at them. He nodded in response. His parents hugged him and he enjoyed the moment because this was the last time that he would see them for an extremely long time.

"We'll get in touch as soon as we can," Mary said and she turned to May and Ben.

The four made their outside to the front porch to talk about something away from young and prying ears.

"So, I guess that I'm staying here for a while," Peter said to him.

Harry nodded and May leaned inside the door. "Harry, could you please show Peter where he's sleeping?"

"Right, Mom," Harry said and he picked up Peter's things like they were nothing.

"How did you do that?" Peter asked. He couldn't lift that bag on his own.

"I guess that I don't know my own strength," Harry answered.

Rose theorized that his powers allowed him certain durability that most people didn't have. He led Peter up the stairs and into his room.

"Are you sure you can't stay for dinner?" Harry heard his mother say.

"No, we really should have been leaving ten minutes. You know how Osborn is."

No more was said as Peter's parents left without another word.

To Be Continued on November 21st, 2014.

So we start this story. The one that I didn't really hype. Unless you saw the story schedule and wondered WTF is Spectacular. Well this answers that question.

Harry and the Wizarding World...they are never, ever, getting back together, like ever.

Not much to say in this chapter, because it was technically a prologue and spoke for itself.