Welcome to a story full of love, friendship, hate, evil cliffhangers and adventure! Alternative title: If James Potter was the Secret Keeper What would happen if Lily and James Potter didn't die on that fatal Halloween night? Would they stay safe? Would they find out that the rat was a traitor? How would Voldemort try and get to them, and most importantly: could Voldemort ever be defeated? (This is a 'sequel' to my story Time travel to save them, where it is explained how they survived, but don't worry: everything is also explained in the first chapter - without the whole time traveling part) ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO J. K. ROWLING :) Me bragging: #1 - jily #1 - alive #1 - survive #1 - torture #1 - maraudersera #2 - wizardingwar #2 - moony #9 - voldemort #40 - battle

WARNING: UNDERGOING SOME SERIOUS (no pun intended) EDITING "Talking to yourself is one of the first signs of madness, you know." Hearing him say that yet again made her roll her eyes which only made that smirk on his face turn from that to a grin, "Ah yes, the first of the day!" Sirius Black was a lot of things -- he was rebellious and intimidating, but also quite witty and funny (or so he'd like to think), he caused more trouble than he would have cared to admit but ironically enough, was clever enough to get by. Not that he would need it. He was a lot of things, but he had everything within arm's reach. Arianna Riddle was a lot of things herself -- a lot to the point that she ended up attracting unwanted attention from a certain group of troublemakers.

What if Fred Weasley's mischief wasn't quite managed yet?

Severus Snape has always liked the emerald eyed Lily Evans. So when he found out that she was a witch, he cannot wait until Hogwarts School letter arrives to their houses so that he could get to know her well. But upon arriving at Hogwarts, he's made himself an enemy: James Potter, who happened to fancy his first love, Lily. Who will Lily choose between James and Severus? ※I OWN NOTHING!! ALL THE CHARACTERS AND PLACES ETC BELONGS TO JK ROWLING. ENJOY;)

Being the daughter of the richest guy in Chicago is not something you can call easy living. You have the fortune, the glamorous penthouse, the Maserati, but in exchange you don’t have the life, the epitome of living, breathing is a struggle. But that is not the hardest part of my ‘not-so-fortunate-life’. It all started when a silver key dropped out of nowhere. This beautiful key that was embroidered with a ten ray Sun irritably fell in my head the night of the Crescent. But now, maybe is the end of me. I’m falling a hundred and eighty feet towards the cold briskly waters of San Francisco River. As I fall to my death, my life flashed back good and bad memories, from my hideous family, to my weird (in a good way) friends, then to my unforgettable 15th birthday. Everything came back in just a swift of time. But the thing I remembered most was the first time I actually felt how to be loved by someone I least expected. I now know that falling in love is indeed much better than falling from the freaking Golden Gate Bridge. I looked up to see the mighty sun, feeling its heat and power. Then the last thing I saw was a pair of frightened sea green eyes, he reaches out and screams my name. As I plunged deep into the cold depths of the river.