Sirius Black stood in disbelief in front of his friends' destroyed home in Godric's Hollow. His mind was not able to process what his eyes were seeing. No, please, no, he silently pleaded to any god listening. He refused to believe that his best mate and his family were now nothing but bodies. And young Harry, only 15 months old, only just starting to experience life. Sirius rarely cried. But he lost his resolve as the truth finally sunk in: the closest thing he ever had to a family no longer existed.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a baby's cry, one that was a little too familiar. No, thought Sirius, no. It couldn't be him. It couldn't be Harry. Voldemort never leaves survivors. He never shows mercy. Nothing can stop him from murdering a baby.

He heard it again: the soft, heartbreaking cry of a child. He had heard that same angelic voice before. There was no doubt in his mind to whom it belonged.

He sprinted as fast as he possibly could into the ruins of once a beautiful home. How could Harry have survived? What in the world could have stopped the darkest wizard to have ever lived to spare him? As soon as he entered the house, he saw something that made his heart stop for a moment. Sirius ran up to the body of his best mate. I can't do this, he thought. This is too much to handle. Suddenly he forgot about Harry. He took James's face in his hands. It was still warm. There were fear and determination etched into it. His eyes were open. Sirius reached out and closed them. Oh Prongs, how could this have happened? How could the life such a strong man be taken away? He was too young to die. James Potter was on top of the world.

For the second time, his thoughts were interrupted by the same cry. This time, he ran up the stairs with no distractions to find his godson crying in his crib. Before him lay his mother. Sirius went over to the crib and took crying Harry into his arms.

Sirius was instantly brought back to the memory of holding his godson for the first time. Harry had been crying just moments before when Wormtail was holding him, but he had stopped as soon as he saw Sirius's eyes.

Wormtail.

Realization coursed through every cell in Sirius's body. Peter had given Voldemort the location of the Potters' home. It was under the Fidelius Charm. Only the Secret Keeper could have told him. How could he? He was their friend!

Sirius could feel nothing but anger.

"Sirius Black. I didn' think I'd see yeh here. Oy! Is tha' the boy? Harry?" Sirius turned around at Hagrid's voice and nodded. "Dumbledore told me ter fetch him and ter brin' him to his aunt and uncle's home in Surrey."

Sirius understood that Albus Dumbledore knew better regarding where to bring Harry than he did. He was sure that the greatest wizard in the world had a good reason to have Harry stay with his relatives. Dumbledore always had a purpose behind every action. But he didn't fully trust Hagrid with Harry's life. Sirius was Harry's chosen guardian in case this would happen and he loved him as much James and Lily did. He would die to keep him safe.

"Maybe I ought to do it," said Sirius. "He's my godson."

"I know, I know. But Dumbledore told me ter bring him straight to his muggle relative's place no matter what. I must follow his orders. It's Dumbledore we're takin' about! Don't you worry, he'll be safe with me."

Sirius decided that it was useless arguing with a man who practically worshiped Dumbledore, with good reason, and would do anything to fulfill his orders. "Oh alright. How are you planning on traveling?"

"I'm supposed ter be flyin' on an enlarged broomstick."

"No! That's too dangerous!" An idea suddenly sprang to his mind. "Have my motorcycle." He pointed to it through the window. "I won't be needing it any longer."

"Well I suppose tha's a better idea, is'n it?"

"Please keep him safe, Hagrid." Sirius looked at James's son. He already resembled his father, except for his eyes. He had his mother's eyes.

Harry had stopped crying. He was looking expectantly at Sirius. "I'll see you later kiddo. Be strong."

At that Harry yawned deeply and shut his eyes. He was asleep in a matter of seconds. Sirius handed him over to Hagrid. "Alright. Goodbye for now." And with that, he apparated out, revenge on this mind.

Peter Pettigrew was not stupid. He knew that as soon as Sirius learns about what had happened, he would go after him. Sirius put too much stock in friendship. Peter had long figured out that he was alone in life and that caring for others won't do him any good. Why risk dying for others when you can protect yourself? As soon as he had been made Secret Keeper for the Potters, he had known that he would have to betray his old friends. A small part of him was guilty of what he had done; after all, James, Sirius, and Remus were the only friends he had ever had, but he knew that if he kept the secret, the Dark Lord would find out and kill him. He had been feeding his master information for six months now. Every time, he had felt him search his mind for signs of wavering loyalty. The Dark Lord knows when he is being lied to. The Dark Lord knows everything. Peter was not ready to risk his life. He was not as stupid as Sirius.

No, Peter would not wait for Sirius to avenge James, Lily, and his godson. He would flee straight away. With a flick of his wand, he transformed into his animagus form and sped away in search for his master.

Remus Lupin was reading The Daily Prophet late at night on Halloween. Living in a Muggle neighborhood had prevented him from being able to enjoy a nice calm night, so he relished these rare moments of relaxation. A long day of fighting the Death Eaters exhausted him. He and Sirius had been quickly assigned to guard a family of Muggles. Mad-eye Moody had strong suspicions that they were next in line to be targeted by the Death Eaters. This puzzled Remus; Voldemort did not usually plan attacks on random Muggles. But Moody's suspicions proved correct: when they arrived at the home, they were greeted with the Dark Mark.

Remus sighed. The memory of seeing those poor innocent Muggles made his sick to his stomach. He could not shake off the guilt that he was not able to save them. He turned the page of the Prophet and gasped. The Muggles that he had failed to save were the parents of none other than Lily Potter.

Before he could digest what he had just read, he heard a loud pop in the kitchen followed by a loud yelp.

"Remus! Is Pettigrew here?"

"Sirius, is that you?" Remus rose from his armchair and ran to the kitchen. "Sirius! The Muggles that died today, the one's we were supposed to protect, they're Lily's parents, Padfoot. We let Lily's parents die!"

"Oh, fuck. Dumbledore hasn't told you yet. Remus, Lily and James are dead. Peter betrayed them, that rat. James and Lily made him the Secret Keeper instead of me; I was too obvious and didn't trust myself to not break under torture. We didn't tell anyone - not even Dumbledore. Anyway, I searched his apartment – nothing. That coward fled!"

"…What do you mean they're dead? Stop joking around Sirius, it's not funny!"

"Moony, I'm not fucking joking. Go see for yourself. Only baby Harry's survived."

Remus felt like the life has been sucked out of him. The last time he felt this way was when his father had died. His head felt dizzy and he was losing his balance.

"A-are you sure?" he asked quietly, lowering himself into a chair so to not lose balance.

"Y-yes. Listen. We don't have time. We have to find Pettigrew and kill him for what he did. Are you coming with me?"

"Yes, of course." His grief transformed to burning rage. How could Wormtail betray his friends like that? Sirius grabbed his arm and they disapparated.

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