A/N
I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does.

This is my first story so constructive advice is welcome. Enjoy.


October 31, 1981

"No matter how many times I look at him, I still can't believe how much he looks like you." Lily commented absently to her husband James as she watched their one year old son Harry play on the floor, happily hugging the small, fluffy, black dog plushy Sirius had gotten him for his birthday from her spot on the couch. It was true. The young child had inherited his father's messy black hair and looks, but had rejected his hazel eyes in favor of his mother's emerald green orbs. Observing his messy black hair, she couldn't help wishing he had inherited her tamable auburn hair instead.

James smirked and folded his hands behind his head. "He's gonna look like my clone by the time he hits eleven. He's a lucky kid."

"Don't you mean 'he's a poor kid' Prongs. I pity the kid, having to grow up looking just like you. On the plus side Lily Pad, at least you know he will be a pro at glamour charms." Sirius remarked as he walked into the room with his wife Lucy, who was currently holding onto their sleeping daughter Alanna. The moment Sirius finished speaking she promptly smacked him on the back of the head.

"Behave love, you should be thanking James for agreeing to look after Lana for the night so we can have some alone time, not mocking him." She reprimanded him, while giving him a look that Lily vaguely remembered James, Sirius, and even Remus call 'the look of death.'

"Yes dear." Sirius replied bashfully, and continued to speak after his wife gave him another look. "Thank you Prongs, and you too Flower, for looking after Lana while me and Luce have a quiet evening at home."

Lily smiled as Lucy gave him a nod of approval. It was still amusing to see Sirius actually married and with children after all these years. Sirius had met Lucy Greenly, a tall, tanned, sapphire blue eyed girl with straight dark blonde hair, back in their fifth year at Hogwarts when she transferred there from The Salem Academy of Magic, which resided on a hidden island in the Caribbean. When she sat next to him after being sorted into Gryffindor, asked him what the fattiest food on the table was, and if there was a Quidditch team she could join he immediately asked her to marry him, to which she responded after we graduate. She held true to her word too. When they graduated on the first of June in1977, they were married on the twentieth, and nine months later Alexander Sirius Black was born, followed by Alanna Lyra Black two years later. Alexander had ended up inheriting his mother's looks with his father's curly black hair and grey eyes. Alanna was almost the complete opposite, inheriting her father's looks and curly hair, alongside her mother's blonde hair and eyes.

"Alright!" James exclaimed standing up. "Luce, bring Lana over here by Harry so we can commence operation Alanna Potter."

As Sirius spluttered in protest, claiming he would never allow a Potter to defile his innocent little girl and proceeded to tackle her husband, Lily got up and wandered over to Lucy.

"How's Alex doing?" Lily questioned as both women ignored their husbands childish behavior.

"He's doing good." Lucy smiled cheerfully as she offered Lana to Lily, who happily obliged. "We dropped him off at Tonks and Remus' house to play with the twins."

"You mean to play with Tonks while the twins follow him around for the evening." Lily smirked as she rocked Lana in her arms.

"Same thing." She replied shrugging, a small gleam in her eye.

Remus and Nymphadora Lupin, the latter insisting on being called Tonks, were a unique couple. The two of them couldn't have been more different, but so alike if they tried. With Tonks' brash and loud attitude evened out by Remus' calm and collected demeanor, the two really were a unique but oddly perfect couple. Not to mention the fact that Tonks was a Metamorphmagus and Remus was a Werewolf. The two had started dating in their fourth year and had gotten married September seventh 1978, and on June third the twins Emily Dora Lupin and Randy Wolf Lupin were born. Remus had been terrified that they would be born full Werewolves, but thankfully all they were donated with was a crabby personality around the full moon, and the ability to change their hair and eye colors.

After sticking around for a few minutes, Lucy and Sirius decided to head home to enjoy their evening together. With a final shout to Lily about protecting his daughter's virtue, Sirius and Lucy were gone.

Lily sighed and rolled her eyes exasperated. "Can you grab Harry and head to the nursery so we can put them to bed?" She questioned her husband while watching her son yawning on the floor.

In reply he leaned down, picked up his son, and headed towards the stairs.


Two men in cloaks walked silently down the sidewalk of the streets of Godrics Hallow, seeming to ignore the ecstatic children running door to door with plastic cauldrons and pillow cases.

"Nice costume mister!" Yelled a five year old boy as he ran past the tall man with a snake like face and his companion, a medium height man, whose face seemed to be held in a grimace of what appeared to be a mixture of fear and nervousness.

The snake like man gave a look of disgust and fingered his wand in the pocket of his robe. "Disgusting muggle. How easy it would be to end your unnecessary existence." He muttered under his breath. Hearing a small squeak from beside him, he looked down at his nervous companion with narrowed eyes. "Is there a problem Wormtail?"

"N-no my Lord." Wormtail stuttered, bowing his head in the process. "Muggles are near worthless, serving only the purpose of being worthy witches and wizards spell testers and slaves."

"Well well Wormtail, for once in your pathetic excuse of an existence you've said something that makes you seem like a respectable wizard, Lord Voldemort is impressed." Voldemort mussed, his voice mocking.

Wormtail kept his head bowed, saying nothing in response.

The two men continued to walk in silence for a few minutes before stopping in front of a two story house with a large yard and a pathway. Voldemort watched as a man, whom he identified as James Potter, walk past one of the windows on the first floor and freeze as he caught sight of the two men outside of his house. A look of panic donned his face as he turned around and ran from the room he was currently occupying.

"Looks like they know we're here Wormtail. Come, it's rude to keep them waiting." Voldemort smirked as he started to walk up the pathway towards the home, Wormtail scampering along behind him.


"Lily! Go upstairs, grab a broom and leave with Harry and Lana through the nursery window! Peter betrayed us to Voldemort! I'll try to hold them off so you guys can leave!" James hollered as he ran from the living room to the kitchen where his wife Lily - who had previously been nursing a cup of tea - was standing, wand pointing straight out with a concentrated look on her face. A couple seconds later two translucent silver doe's shot out and disappeared.

"No, I refuse to leave you here by yourself. I've just sent word to Sirius and Albus about what's going on and they should be here soon. We can hold off Peter and Voldemort together until they show up." His red headed wife gave him a determined look from shining emerald green eyes that he knew from experience meant that no amount of negotiations would change her mind.

James nodded silently to his wife, gave her a brief kiss, then together they walked back into the living room just as the door banged open. Voldemort then proceeded to strut into the house, Peter walking beside him with no emotions on his face.

"How could you Peter!" James spat at him while leveling his wand at Voldemort, his wife mirroring his actions with his now ex friend. "I thought we were friends. We've known each other for ten years. You were there for Harry's birth and held him. How can you justify yourself for what you're doing right now!" When he first started talking he was barely speaking loud enough for the occupants in the room to hear him, but by the end of the speech he was yelling.

Peter just shrugged and leveled his wand towards Lily. "The past is the past. I'm living in the present now and this is what has to be done. Confringo!"

"Protego Maximus!" She responded and quickly followed with a silent Defodio, moving towards the kitchen to try to separate him from his master and her husbands fight.

Meanwhile James and Voldemort were firing spells at each other, with James on the obvious defense.

James ducted out of the way of a pitch black spell he didn't catch the name of but looked particularly painful, and quickly transfigured one of the floor boards into a marble wall to block a Duro. His luck soon came to an end though as he was hit with a Manibus Mortui and dropped his wand due to losing all the feelings in his hands.

"Deprimo." Voldemort flicked his wand downwards and James grunted as it felt like someone had just put a thousand pounds on his shoulders, then yelled out in pain as both his legs broke from the pressure and he collapsed on the floor.

He panted through his teeth as he watched Voldemort walk up to him.

"Good night Potter." Voldemort smirked then cast a silent Stupify at him, causing James to fall into darkness.


Voldemort walked past Potters unconscious body and proceeded to ascend the stairs to where - according to Wormtail - the nursery resided, which fortunately for the rat proved to be true as he stopped beside a door with the word 'Nursery' written on it. As he was preparing to open the door Wormtail showed up behind him panting.

Voldemort regarded him in surprise. "You actually managed to render the Mudblood unconscious. I was expecting her to show up leaving me to deal with her." Not even once did the thought that the rat would best the Mudblood cross his mind.

As Wormtail opened his mouth to respond a mocking, child like female voice cut in and confirmed his thoughts. "Of course not my Lord. She was about to severe him in half with an over powered cutting curse when I showed up, effectively knocking her out and saving his pathetic existence." Bellatrix Lestrange walked into view from behind Wormtail and shot the rat a look before bowing. "My Lord."

"Rise Bella. I had a feeling you would show up tonight." He knew there was a very little chance of her passing up the opportunity to scorn a Potter, and by association, her blood traitor cousin Sirius Black. As she stood up straight, he opened the door to the nursery. "After you."

Bella nodded and walked through the door towards the crib, freezing in surprise as she looked inside of it, then cackling in delight. When Voldemort approached the crib and looked inside of it, he realized the reason for her joy. Inside the crib, instead of their being only a slumbering black haired child, there was a blond haired girl as well.

"Well if it isn't little Alanna Black. So pretty." She cooed, while stroking the little girl's hair lovingly. "Can we keep her too?"

Voldemort regarded the two babies in the crib and smirked. "Yes, Bella. I believe we can."

Bella gave a shriek of delight, then picked the little girl up out of the crib. Voldemort picked up the still sleeping boy and proceeded to leave the house, a laughing Bellatrix Lestrange and a subdued Peter Pettigrew following close behind.


Sirius Black ran through the broken front door of Godrics Hallow and froze. He observed the damaged living room, his bleeding best friend on the ground, and the unconscious red head in the entrance to the kitchen, resulting in his hysterical wife running ahead of him and up the stairs. An anguish shout from his wife knocked him out of his stupor and urged him forwards. As he was approaching the stairs, Lucy came running down them and leapt into his arms crying.

"They're not there. They're gone." That was all it took to make him break and start crying, which is how Albus Dumbledore found them two minutes later.