Prologue

James Potter could tell you everything you need to know about regret. He could tell you about the sinking dread that you feel in your stomach when you first discover that something has gone wrong. He could describe the hopelessness that slowly fills your heart when you realize that there is nothing anyone can do to change what happened. He could depict the self hatred that sets in when you know that you could have done something to change it.

Lily Potter could tell you everything you need to know about guilt. She could share the disbelief that fills you when you first hear what has happened. She could inform you about the horrible self-loathing that suffuses through your body when you realize that it was your fault that it happened. She could explain to you the wretched despair that settles in your bones when you know that nothing can change it.

James' PoV

14 years.

14 years since it happened.

Harry would have been 15 tomorrow.

James sighed and leaned back in the red armchair.

He could still remember that night perfectly. He could remember the dread that settled in his stomach when he woke up to find Lily. His beautiful Lily, curled up beside an empty crib weeping in despair.

He could still hear Albus Dumbledore telling him the words. Those 5 words that have haunted him for 14 years.

Taken by Voldemort. Presumed dead.

James shut his eyes tightly. How ignorant they had been, to think that 2 wizards and a few wards could keep out Voldemort.

Of course, the whole Order believed that Harry would have been safe. No one ever thought that Voldemort would attack on Harry's first birthday. No one except for Sirius Black.

James' best friend, brother in all but blood, and godfather of his son, volunteered to guard Harry that night. Sirius said that he could stay by Harry's crib as Padfoot, but Lily and James waved him off. They told him that it wouldn't be necessary.

How wrong they were.

James knew that Sirius felt guilty. Hell, they all felt guilty. That was why James and Lily never had another kid. They didn't want to condemn another child to the same fate.

Either way, no matter what they did, James and Lily Potter couldn't bring their son back.

Or so they thought.

A/N: This is a pilot for this new story that I have come up with. If it gets a good response I will be sure to continue it. Please fill free to ask questions or give suggestions in reviews. I will answer them the best I can.

Thanks for your support.

-Aroissa