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Excerpt from the journal of James Potter III:

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August, 1981

My
son turned one year old yesterday.� I
wonder if he�ll live to see his second year of life.� Dumbledore told Lily and I about the prophecy
the day Harry was born.� He explained
that it could just as easily have applied to Neville Longbottom,
but Lily was sure that it meant us, that it meant our son.� She�s thrown herself into research,
attempting to find a way to protect him from Voldemort.� Not that I doubt her skill or intelligence,
but Voldemort has been alive longer than we, and he
is, according to Dumbledore, more powerful than Grindelwald
ever was.� I sit here, in the living room
of the dower cottage in Godric�s Hollow, writing
this.� I finally had to slip a sleeping
drought into Lily�s drink.� She�s been
manically obsessive these last three days, and I cannot understand why.� I regret to say that if Voldemort
continues to hold off his attack, it may drive Lily insane.

I
don�t know what to do.� She was always
better at research than I.� She has spent
every spare moment she can looking up ancient rituals and studies of the
Killing Curse, which she feels will be Voldemort�s
method of attack, since it is unblockable and quite
quick.� All I know is this: I would give anything for both my wife and son to
survive.

JP

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When James closed his journal, he heard a
knocking at the door.� Figuring it to be
one of the Marauders or Dumbledore, James peeked out through the little
viewing-hole in the door.� What he saw
surprised him.� Instead of any of the
expected visitors, he instead saw what looked to be an older muggle man, dressed in a dark suit with a white shirt, red
vest, and black tie.� The vest shimmered
in the light of the nearly full moon overhead.�
James drew his wand and pointed it at the man through the door.� He then opened the door a crack and asked,
�Can I help you?�

The man smiled a small, knowing smile.� �I think the true question is �Is there some
way that I can help you, James?��

�What?�

�Allow me to introduce myself.� The name�s John Milton,
and I have a vested interest in the current war.�

�Which war?�

�Why, the war against Tom Riddle, also known as
Lord Voldemort, or to those who have no spines as
�You-know-who� or �He-who-must-not-be-named.��

�Are you a wizard?�

�Not as such, no.� But Riddle has been causing me some
horrendous problems and I know that he�ll pick your boy to attack.�

�How do you know this?�

�How about you let me in and then I�ll explain.�

�I don�t know . . .�

�We could let Lily decide.�� James shook his head and opened the door
further to let the man in.� �I knew you
would do that.�

�Are you a seer?�

�Not directly.�
I understand human nature better than most, though.�

�I think you owe me an explanation.�

�Alright, but you might want to
take a seat, this will take some time.�� James
sat.� �Excellent.� Have you ever heard of demons, James?�

�Didn�t the last dark lord try to summon them to
help in the conflicts against Dumbledore?�

�Yes.� But
do you know anything about how they live, or their origins?�

�I know they exist outside this plane of
existence.�

�Very true.� They
exist in a realm known as Hell.� There,
they serve as tormentors for evil souls.�
When summoned to this plane, they are, by and large, pissed off, and
cause wanton destruction in order to convince the summoner
to banish them back to Hell.� Demons are
ruled by a hierarchy that was formed during the formation of Hell and has
remained more or less set for millennia.�
The leader of the Demons is a supernal being, a deity, whose powers on
this mortal realm are equal to those of His divine opponent, the omnibenevolent, omnipotent force known as God.� In truth, the title of �Dark Lord� that so
many powerful dark wizards seem to take is somewhat of a misnomer, as the true �Dark
Lord� is none other than this leader of the demons.�

�This is all very interesting, but this does not
explain why you are here, how you know what you do, and what this has to do
with Voldemort.�

�Voldemort has been
killing �good� souls for too damn long.�
He has upset the careful balance.�
Humans have been given free will, to choose for themselves good or evil
acts.� The more who
choose good has been offset for a number of years by the greater amount of
deaths among those who are more inclined to evil behavior.�

�So . . . Voldemort
has killed too many good souls too quickly and has pissed off the ruler of the
demons?�

�Correct.�
This imbalance must be rectified.�
A prophecy was spoken that could be about one of two children, but your
son was born after the other one, therefore he is, by definition, the one
spoken of in the prophecy.�

�So that explains what this has to do with Voldemort, but the other two pieces of information . . .�

�Very well, I want you to draw your wand.�

�What?�

�Draw your wand.�� James complied.� �Excellent, now, hit me with a spell, and don�t
make it an easy one.�

James looked thoughtful for a moment before making
a slashing motion with his wand and intoning, �Lacero.��
The jet of yellow light flashed through the intervening space in less
than two seconds before impacting Milton.� The spell just dissipated harmlessly over the
man.� James looked confused; there had
been no flash of a shield, so Milton
just ignored a severing curse.

Milton looked James in the eye, and the Potter scion
could see brief flames in the other man�s piercing gaze.� �Remember when I told you about that ruler of
the demons?� His name . . . MY name, is
Lucifer.� I have come here at your heartfelt
request that your wife and son be saved.�
I agree, though the price will be high.�

�I don�t care!�
I will do anything to have them both be safe.�

�Very well, James.� In return for your wife and son to be both
alive and unharmed at the hands of Riddle and his minions, I require an
exchange.� It is the way of the world,
no?� Something for
something.� For both, I require
that you perform a small ritual on your son.�
Don�t worry, it won�t harm him.� I
also will require your soul, gathered upon your death, in my realm for
eternity.�

James looked hesitant and afraid, but then
hardened his resolve.� �What must I do to
carry out this ritual?�

Milton�Lucifer�smiled at him, �It�s very simple,
James.� You must, in my presence, go up
to your son�s room and smear this,� Milton
held out a small glass vial with a red liquid inside, �on his forehead in the
pattern of an inverted pentacle.�

James took the vial, �That�s it?�� Milton
nodded.� �Well, let�s do this.�

James led Milton
up the stairs to the nursery, and there they saw baby Harry sleeping in his
crib.� They approached silently, and
James opened the vial.� He dipped the
index finger of his left hand in the liquid, which felt warm and vaguely
sticky, like blood.� He smeared the
pattern that Milton
described to him on Harry�s forehead.� As
Milton smiled
at the action, the blood disappeared completely and an unholy red light shone
throughout the room.� It swirled around,
becoming tinged with green and pink streaks before being sucked with a nearly
tangible force into the form of the still sleeping baby.� Milton
broke the silence, whispering, �I�ll hold up my end of the bargain, James.� See you when you die.�� He then made his way down the stairs and out
into the night.
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