James Potter returned home from his meeting with Albus Dumbledore, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts and the leader of The Order of the Phoenix. James didn't like what the aged Headmaster told him and now he had to tell his wife, Lily, the shocking revelation of what Dumbledore had said.
I don't like this, James thought to himself, I also didn't like the look in eyes when he told me that damn Prophecy. Like the old man was planning something. "Lily?" James called out as he entered the home he shared with his wife at Potter Manor. "I'm home!"
Lily Potter nee Evans greeted her husband with a hug and a kiss as soon as she saw him. She knew the news from Dumbledore was bad as soon as she saw him. "How bad is it" Lily asked, "and what does it have to do with our baby?"
James sat down in one of his favorite chairs in the library and pinched the bridge of his nose before he spoke. "It's bad," he said. "Dumbledore told me a prophecy given to him by Sybil Trelawney...in a pub of all places."
"Trelawney?! She's bloody nuts," Lily exclaimed.
James took his wife onto his lap and laughed, "Language, Dear."
Lily swatted his face and then asked him about the Prophecy.
James told her everything he learned from Dumbledore. He sighed and drew his wife closer, seeking comfort in her warmth. "What do we do?"
Lily looked into James' eyes and said something that would change a lot of lives in the future, "We take Harry and whoever else we can convince and get the hell out of here. We have friends in France. The Delacours, remember? Where you and Jean-Luc tried to set up a marriage contract with Fleur?"
"You overheard that?!" James said with a shocked look.
Lily laughed and shook her head. "Nope, that was Apolline. She's got pretty good hearing. Veela, remember?"
"Right then," James said with a look of resolve in his eyes. "We get the hell out of here."
James and Lily looked into each other's eyes and spoke at the same time, "For Harry."