Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived

Summary: What would it be like if Lily and James had told Dumbledore about changing their Secret Keeper? Would Harry still be friends with Ron and Hermione? Would he still thwart Voldemort at every turn? Would he still be Dumbledore's favorite? And what would happen to the remaining Marauders?

Disclaimer: No I do not own Harry Potter. I do own this really strange plot however. Go me!

"I have to go see what's going on, Remus." Sirius snapped.

"No you don't. Stay here, please." Remus begged him. Sirius swallowed a pained look on his face. Remus was sitting on the couch nearly in tears while Sirius stood by the door.

"When I talked to Peter, he didn't sound right. He was all jittery and nervous and he wouldn't look me in the eyes. He said he was really worried about being Secret Keeper, but when I asked him in the first place he was really excited about the whole thing. I think it's because Lily told Dumbledore." Sirius bit his lip.

"Peter's always jittery." Remus sniffed.

"Not like this he isn't. He seemed even more on edge then usual. He kept hopping up and looking out the window. And he kept saying, 'Don't you have to leave now?' every five minutes. It was like he was waiting for something." Sirius shook his head.

"You think Peter's the spy?" Remus asked. Sirius looked away.

"Yeah. I never really trusted him. He was so clingy. Always trying to be close to James and me. At first I thought maybe he was gay but now..." He shrugged.

"Now you think he's a spy. It just doesn't seem... logical." Remus sighed.

"Since when is anything about the Marauder's logical?" Sirius asked, grasping at a joke. Remus gave a rather wet laugh.

"Since we all had to grow up really fast and start fighting for our lives." He closed his eyes. The couch sank slightly as Sirius came to sit next to him. Remus felt an arm snake around his shoulders.

"You always had to be the killjoy didn't you, Moony? Just have to be a logical wet blanket, don't you? Lock the door. I'll be back. I promise." Sirius kissed the tip of Remus' nose. Remus felt the corner of his lips tweak up.

"Just make sure you keep that promise, okay Padfoot?" He swallowed, trying to breath around the lump in his throat.

"I'll make sure of it." Sirius stood. Remus heard the door open and close. Opening his eyes, he felt a single tear drift down his face. He didn't know why, but he had a bad feeling something horrible was going to happen.

Several hours later, Remus was laying on the couch, a cup of tea nearby, a chocolate bar in one hand and a book in the other. He was lost in the pages of the strange romantic novel when he heard the door open. In walked a wet Sirius, holding a bundle of blankets in his arms. Remus jumped up and ran towards him. He threw his arms around the taller man's neck.

"They're dead, Remus. They're dead and it's all Peter's fault." Sirius' voice was gruff. There were tears hiding behind his words. Remus didn't have to ask what he meant. The bundle of blankets stirred.

"Is that... is that Harry?" Remus asked. Sirius nodded. Remus lifted a fold of the blanket. A small child rested inside them, a mop of black hair splayed across his head. Beneath the fringe was a thin, lightning bolt scare.

"Voldomort did it. He tried to use the killing curse on him but it backfired. Voldomort's gone." Sirius choked out.

"My God. How?" Remus traced the scar with one trembling finger.

"I have no idea. Even Dumbledore couldn't figure it out." Sirius sighed.

"Is he... ours?" Remus looked up at the black haired man.

"Yes. Lily and James put it in their will. We're to take care of him." Sirius' shoulders trembled.

"That's amazing." Remus' voice shook.

"Harry Potter. The boy who lived." Sirius whispered.

There. How'd you like it? It's a little strange and written very simply. Full of those horrible absolutes, wouldn't you know it. Anyway, please review. I have so many ideas!

Cheers.