A/N: Hellooooooo! This is our first story together that we put up here! There should end up being seven over all in this series (one for each book). We don't own any of the Harry Potter universe or plot but we do own our OCs. Now, this is an alternate universe so things might end up differing a bit from the canon plot and canon relationships. Please read, review, and enjoy! Thanks so much! :)

Halloween 1981

"Aw, James, look! They love each other!" James smirked at Sirius's ecstatic exclamation. The men hovered over the playpen as all three babies gurgled and played with their stuffed animals. "They're so cute."

James sipped at his drink and grinned. "We really are good at everything, aren't we, mate?" Sirius nodded wholeheartedly and Lily, who just entered the room, rolled her eyes at them.

"So it's not like I had anything to do with making my children, right, James?" Lily asked dryly, placing her fists on her hips. "And Sirius, it's not like Becca helped, right?"

The two men shared guilty looks and Sirius, his foot permanently in his mouth, joked, "Well, she does look a lot more like me than . . . okay, I'm done."

James jumped forward in front of Lily to get back on her good side and placated, "C'mon, Lily, Fawn looks just like you! And Harry has your eyes! That's all you, babe."

She could never stay mad at James and couldn't help but beam back. "Oh, I know. Fawn has your eyes, though, your beautiful, gorgeous eyes." She moved in for a kiss and their lips met sweetly.

Sirius sighed ostentatiously and muttered, "Get a room, will you?"

A playfully exasperated Lily broke away from the kiss and said, "It's getting a bit late, Padfoot. I think we might turn in."

"Okay, okay, I know when I've worn out my welcome," he teased, picking up his daughter from the pen. She made a noise of intense displeasure as he had to pry her away from Harry and Fawna. "I'm sorry, Rorie, please don't hate me."

A grinning James led them to the door. "You can never wear out your welcome, mate. Come back anytime and bring Rorie. She's our god daughter, after all."

Aurora squealed and lifted out her hand, making both men laugh. James gently took her bitty hand in his and planted a kiss on her curl-covered head. Lily piped up, "I know Becca was busy today, but tell her to come by anytime, I miss her."

"Will do," Sirius said warmly, carrying out his infant daughter to strap her into the sidecar connected to his beloved motorbike. "See you later!" he called over to James and Lily.

"Goodbye!" they yelled back, waving as he kick started his bike and flew up into the sky. They watched as his bike grew smaller and smaller until the darkness made it impossible to see. Little did the three best friends know that they would never see each other again.

Later in the night...

Lily squeezed her eyes shut in anguish as she heard her husband crumble to the ground, but she needed to be strong for her babies. "Harry, Fawn, your mother loves you. Your father loves you. You are both so loved."

The door flung open. Step by step, Lord Voldemort slowly advanced towards Lily. With a sudden burst of shrieky laughter, he raised his wand towards her. Lily Evans leaned further against the crib as The Dark Lord came closer to the baby boy. He hoarsely whispered, "I'm here for the boy. Stand back, and your life- as well as the girl's- will be spared."

"Not Harry, not Harry- oh, please not Harry!" Trembling in fear, Lily clenched onto the wooden crib with clammy hands. At the moment, her precious daughter was safe but her son was in grave peril.

Voldemort roared, "Stand aside, you silly girl! Stand aside now!" He stood only inches away from Lily.

Lily's hand found the side of Harry's face. She shakily stroked it. She could not let him die. Lily screamed, "Not Harry, please no, take me, k-kill me instead!"

A reptilian-like smile crept along Lord Voldemort's face.

"Not Harry!" She stared into his cold, dark eyes. Tears came running down her fear-struck face. "Have mercy . . . have mercy!"

The monster let out screechy cackle. He shouted out, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Lily screamed as her life was taken from her. Her firm grasp to the crib limply came loose as she collapsed to the floor.

Voldemort peered into the crib. The two siblings' faces were beet-red from crying after awakening to their mother's scream. He first saw the girl, who had started crying for a second time when he had looked in. He frowned. "Disgusting thing. I might as well kill you afterwards. . . ." Voldemort then looked into the Harry's wide, unblinking green eyes. "At last," he mumbled. The Dark Lord raised his wand towards him, and cried out, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

In a different household...

Several hours later, Sirius paced the room furiously, running his fingers through his shaggy black hair. He had back just gotten out from his outing. To try to soothe his frayed nerves, he knelt over his daughter's crib and smiled weakly as he saw Aurora playing with her stuffed black dog named Padfoot (courtesy of him). "Hi, Rorie. Whatcha doing?"

She stared at him with a "Shouldn't this be obvious?" expression. He picked her up and swung her around before holding her close to his chest. "I need my baby right now. I love you, you know that, right? I love my little Rorie."

She giggled and he took that as an "I love you too."

Becca Crawley, his beautiful wife, breezed into the room and stood next to him, smiling brightly at their daughter. "Sirius, honey, what's wrong?"

"I just checked in on Peter, Becca. He wasn't in his hiding place, he's gone." His heart beat wildly in his chest. "Something's wrong." Sirius, pushing Rorie into her arms, broke away from her and ran out the room with only one purpose in mind. "Watch Rorie, Becca!"

"Sirius, where are you going?"

"I'm going to check in on Godric's Hollow. Something's very wrong, and I can feel it!" A faint roar of his motorbike could be heard.

She cried after him, "Sirius, Peter's our secret-keeper too! What if-" It was too late. Sirius was gone.

Sirius flew as fast as he could on the bike to Godric's Hollow. It was demolished. Rubble was everywhere and a Dark Mark was splayed across the sky. "No, no, no," he choked out.

There was James Potter, the best friend he ever had and his honorary brother, dead on the floor. He felt his heart rip into two and he knew that would never heal. "James," he croaked, dropping down to his knees. He grabbed his icy hand in two of his and a tear rolled down his face. Sirius fought the urge to break down and sob when he remembered about Lily, Harry, and Fawn.

He took the stairs up two at a time and stifled another sob as he saw the dead body of Lily Potter. "No, Lily!" Harry and Fawn were his top priorities, his precious god children, and he braced himself to find their bodies. Yet they weren't there.

He forgot how to breathe. Where were his god children? A loud yet grief-filled voice startled him. "Sirius?"

He spun around on his heel to see Hagrid filling up the doorway, Harry in one arm and Fawn in the other. "Thank Merlin they're alive!" Sirius breathed, feeling the utmost relief.

Hagrid tearfully nodded. "But James and Lily. . . ."

Sirius finally broke down, his shoulders shaking with sobs. Hagrid adjusted Harry to pat one of his huge hands down on Sirius's shoulders. "I'm sorry, Sirius. It's horrible, it is."

Sirius, absolutely distraught, could only nod and there was a heartbreaking moment of silence. After short while of quiet, Hagrid managed to say, "I gotta bring Harry an' Fawn over to Dumbledore."

Sirius fiercely shook his head. "No, Hagrid, I'm their godfather. I'll take care of them."

"I'm under orders, I haveta bring 'em to Dumbledore."

Sirius was aware that they would be safest with Dumbledore so, with much difficulty, he passed them into Hagrid's arms. "You can take my motorbike. I won't need it anymore. Just keep them safe, Hagrid."

Hagrid nodded tearfully and mounted the bike. "I will." He drove off into the night sky and Sirius apparated back home. It was strangely quiet and he shouted out, "Becca, where are you?"

She didn't answer. Panic began to build up inside of him and he ran through the halls until he entered Aurora's nursery. "Becca? . . . You."

Bellatrix Lestrange had his struggling wife in a chokehold, her wand pointed against her head. Tears gleamed in Becca's eyes but she was too proud to let a single one fall. Rorie's crib was smashed into pieces so the baby had a full view of what was happening, though she clearly couldn't understand it. "Sirius! I've been waiting for you. Using Peter Pettigrew as your secret-keeper wasn't smart, now was it? Too bad the Potters are corpses. Your wife's going to join them." She threw back her head in an evil cackle. "But not quite yet. CRUCIO!"

Sirius could only watch in utter horror as his wife screamed out in agony, wriggling beneath his cousin's hold. "NO, STOP IT!" he bellowed, rushing forward but he was stopped as Bellatrix dug her wand further into Becca's head.

"Leave us alone," Becca pleaded, beads of sweat pouring down her face from her torture. "Just leave my family alone!"

Bellatrix looked down at her with faux sympathy. "Sirius was once and Aurora could have been my famly too, before little Sirius here betrayed us. . . . Crucio!" Becca cried out as the excruciating pain filled her up once more.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" Sirius bellowed, mustering as much hatred as he possibly could in his glare.

"You tainted the Black family name by marrying a Crawley," Bellatrix spat, lifting off the spell. "Ancient, pureblood family of Gryffindors! I've already wiped out the rest of them this morning, I only have one left to go." A wicked sneer painted itself across her mug.

Becca whimpered as she mentioned murdering the rest of her family, the tears finally spilling out. "Let her go, Bellatrix! I'm warning you, let her go!"

'I love you,' his wife mouthed and he mouthed it back. Bellatrix scoffed at the display and almost in passing, snarled, "Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light burst from her wand and Becca Crawley crumpled to the floor, dead. Little Aurora began to cry and Bellatrix cackled again.

"BECCA!" he screamed, holding her to his chest and rocking her still form. His tears blurred his vision and he didn't notice until it was too late when Bellatrix grabbed his baby by her pajamas.

"The daughter of the blood traitors," she crooned, swinging the baby around as if she were a toy.

In a rage, Sirius whipped out his wand and roared, "STUPIFY!" As Bellatrix dodged the sudden curse, she dropped the baby and Sirius dove forward to catch her in his arms. He barely managed a quick "Protego!" as she hexed him back.

Shielding Rorie with his body, he had to roll away from several killing curses. He repeatedly sent curses her way until she got bored and decided to take her leave. "Don't think this is over," she cackled. "Your daughter's the scum of the wizarding world, child of the blood traitors and heir of the Crawley family. She'll meet her messy end soon enough." With a final twisted smile, she disapparated into thin air.

Now alone, Sirius wept along with his terrified daughter over the corpse of his loving wife. Over the course of the next few minutes, he steeled himself for what had to be done. Peter Pettigrew. Peter Pettigrew was the reason why James, Lily, and Becca were murdered and Sirius vowed to himself to end him.

With a final kiss to her head, Sirius grabbed her stuffed animal that she couldn't live without and used his fireplace to floo his way to his other best friend's house, the house of Remus Lupin. Remus had been in the process of eating overcooked stew and jumped to his feet in shock when Sirius and Aurora appeared in his fireplace.

"Sirius, what are you doing here?" he demanded, jumping up to help them out of the fireplace.

He numbly replied, "Take care of Rorie." He pushed the baby into his arms and stepped back into the green fire after a muttered word.

Remus, stunned, stared at the wailing baby in his arms. Sure, he had occasionally babysat the girl when Sirius and Becca wanted a date night, and used to every so often watch Harry and Fawn when James and Lily went out, but this? He had no idea what to do! As she continued to scream her little head off, all he could do was bounce in place and try to comfort her, attempting to distract her with Padfoot the stuffed dog.

The next day, he found out what happened. His best friends, James and Lily and Becca, were dead and he knew Sirius was the Potters' secret-keeper. . . . And the day after that, Sirius murdered his other best friend, Peter Pettigrew.

Remus had never felt so alone. He was a broken man- everybody he loved was either dead or as gone. All he had in this world was Rorie, Harry, and Fawn and not only did he not have any access to the latter two, but the Ministry swooped in only a couple days after his entire world was ripped apart and took her from him. They said that with his Lycanthropy, he was nowhere near fit to take care of a child so he was stripped of all custodial rights.

In the next few years, he would fight desperately to gain custody of all three children, but he was awarded nothing but a restraining order against all three of them. Hopeless, he gave up all efforts and lived his life in the misery and loneliness he was all too used to.

And because of the Ministry's actions and Harry's need for the protection of blood wards, Harry Potter, Fawn Potter, and Aurora Black had to grow up not knowing what it was for an adult to love them. They never got to know happiness until the fateful day where they discovered who they truly were. . . .