Karura knew she had to hurry, she could feel that her time was near. 'I have to get out of here!' she thought as she raced for the gates 'I can't let them have my baby!' she only made it as far as the edge of Suna before she collapsed in pain. 'Oh gods not here, not now.' her child was coming early, too early.

"Karura-sama!" a sand jonin who had been sent to find her shouted.

"Ito! Get the medic nin!" he called to his partner.

"hold on Karura-sama! the medic nin will be here soon." he said with a hint of desperation in his voice as he dropped to the sands beside her and began to try to help her. 'i hope...'

Karura could only nod before another contraction hit. As she came closer and closer to having her third child she could only think 'I hate Suna! I hate him for doing this to my son! Please let my son live! Please god! Please let him avenge me!' She began shouting these words aloud, shocking the nin beside her and the newly arrived medic nin. Even as the medic nin tried to heal her she gave birth to her third child and second son.

"Let me... hold... him." she managed to get through her gasps, even as the medic nin tried franticly to stem the blood flowing freely onto the sands.

"She's bleeding out" one nin called, even as the nin that had been beside he the whole time placed the as yet unnamed baby in his mothers arms as tears silently slid down his face.

"Gaara... my son," tears started to slid down her face as the world began to turn black.

"I love you, Gaara. damn Suna for doing this to you... damn the Kazekage for doing this... damn Suna... damn them all...damn...them...all..." she said with her last breaths, gasping the last words.

"I'm sorry Yashamaru, we arrived too late to do anything." One medic nin said as he took the quiet child from his dead mothers arms and handed it to Yashamaru, Karura's older brother.

No response was forth coming as the young man stared at the full moon that now rose above the sad tableau. As he he began to sob, blood soaked sand began to swirl around the group as the child, christened Gaara with his mothers last breath, began to wail with him.

Mean while, on another world...

"Lilly why are you and little harry covered in sand?" voiced James potter, proud husband and father the the aforementioned people.

"We were out playing in the sandbox, and the sand hadn't completely dried from the rain earlier today." Lilly stated even as she settled harry on her hip and brought him up to his room to change him. As she got there she looked down at her self and harry

"James was right, we are covered in the stuff." she banished the sand into a corner for harry to play with later. 'no sense in going out side to play in the sand if you can play inside where its safe,' lily though as she changed harry into a clean set of clothing, absently taking note of how much sand came off the two of them. 'quite a pile,' her only thought before heading down to diner.

Later that evening, as James and Lily snuggled in front of a fire, harry in his crib, they felt the ward fall and heard the front door shattered open.

only one person would blast open the door.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" James shouted as Lilly stumbled twords Harry's room.

"Avada Kedavra!" she heard from the sitting room and knew James had fallen. She was sobbing as she got to Harry's room to find that he had gotten out of his crib and was playing in the sand she had banished to the corner earlier that day.

'Oh god! Please god!' she thought franticly as she rushed over to harry after shutting and placing the strongest locking charm she knew on the door.

"Harry come here." she said as she scooped up her son. Behind her the door to the nursery was blasted open. Lily whirled around, dropping harry back on the sand in order to protect him.

"YOU!" she shouted filled with rage at the site of the man that had killed so many. "You god damned bastard son of a feral magic-less bitch!" lily cussed at Voldemort.

Slightly pissed that a lowly muggle born would call him such a thing, Voldemort decided to send a cutting hex at her unprotected neck. Lily stumbled back tripping over her own feet and turning to land above her only son. 'i love you' she mouthed as blood gushed onto harry and the sand underneath him, soaking them both with blood. She gathered harry into her arms in order to hold him one last time.

As the world turned black, lily's last thought was 'please let my son live! please god! please let him avenge me!' before the last of her life blood that flowed streamed onto the sand and her child. Laughing cruelly , Voldemort banished Lily's corpse away from Harry, leaving him unprotected, or so he thought. He took aim and said the words that had never before failed him.

"Avada Kedavra!" the spell bounced off Harry, leaving only a cut on his head in the shape of a lightning bolt, and lashed out at the supremely shocked soon to be ex-dark lord, destroying his body completely. the blood soaked sand swirled and formed into a ball around harry as the house exploded.

A few minutes later the sound of a motor bike filled the air. "James! Lily!" Sirius had arrived on the scene. Finding the house in ruins he shouted there names again and again as frantically searched the smoking ruble, then the dim sound of a baby's cry meet his ears "HARRY!" he called desperately as he traced the cry to its source. Absently breaking the glass that had formed around the sand that had shielded Harry from the blast Sirius scooped up Harry and held him tightly.

"Pa'foo'!" Harry cried happy to see his favorite playmate. "Harry.." Sirius sobbed, mourning the loss of his first friend. His thoughts began to take a nosedive as he went into hysterics. ' James, sob lily, i have failed you... I'm sorry..' "I'm sorry!" he sobbed out loud 'If only I hadn't convinced them to switch! If only peter..' hear he stopped as several details pounded their way though his grief, and suddenly it clicked "Peter!" the word was a snarl, promising pain and death. As Sirius fell into thought of how to end his now ex-friends life, Hagrid arrived.

"good god!" he said, horrified, as he surveyed the ruins, "how could this have happened?" he wondered aloud, then, spotting someone he could not identify through the smoke kneeling in the ruble, he shouted "OY! WHO'R YOU!" Sirius's gaze snapped tword him.

"Hagrid, it me, Sirius." he stated in a broken tone completely devoid of life. "Sirius? are you alright?"

"Hagrid..." Sirius stumbled over to him intent on telling him everything, but all he could do was fall to the ground in front of him and sob. " oh Sirius.." Hagrid said sadly as he sat down next to the distraught man. "it'll be alright. hes dead now and the worlds a better place for it. shhh, shhh calm down now..." Hagrid continued to try to calm him. Sirius didn't know how long he had been caught in his grief when he registered what Hagrid was saying '...take him to Dumbledore so-"

"Dumbledore," Sirius interrupted, "yes.." 'I can't take harry with me to hunt down that traitor' "Yes... Dumbledore will keep him safe.." his thoughts once again turning to revenge, he said "Hagrid take my bike," , he said pressing the keys into Hagrid hands" i wont be needing it for a while."

After all, it was easer to track in his dog form.

This story was formerly its own story but i felt that it should be moved here becouse i have vearry little motivation to up date it.