Hey guys! So this is my fist Harry Potter story (i used to have a different user name and i wrote a couple inuyasha fics) and i hope you guys will enjoy it! =)

Disclamer: the only thing that belongs to me is Alana

"Alana, hold still" Sirius laughed as he tried to get the squirming one-year-old into the pink jacket her aunt Lily gave her. But the little girl wouldn't stop wriggling out of the jacket and sticking her toung out at it. Sirius couldn't help but laugh at her but he knew that they would be late if they didn't hurry up.

"Ana, if you don't keep the jacket on you won't get to see Harry." She instantly stopped squirming and stretched out her arms towards the jacket. Sirius laughed knowing his plan had worked, he knew Alana and Harry couldn't be apart for long because even at their young ages they knew that they were each other's best friends.

After Alana finally put on the large pink coat, Sirius picked her up and prepared to apperate to the Potter's hidden house. As he was about to turn Alana pulled on his sleeve and looked into her father's eyes and in her little voice said "Voom!" and with a cute little smirk she started to giggle. Sirius knew the word voom well, it was one of her firsts besides dada, and he knew that she wanted to ride on the motorcycle that he and James had bewitched a couple years earlier to fly. Alana loved riding around in the little side car with her dad but she had never been on such a long ride like the distance from Grimmauld Place to Godric's Hallow. So he looked into her blue-grey eyes and said "No Ana, no voom." But the words coming out of his mouth held no authority or truth because the sad look in her eyes made him change his mind instantly.

He groaned and said "You will be the death of a lucky guy someday, like when you're thirty." She smiled not exactly understanding what her father was saying but understanding that she had gotten her wish.

Sirius carried his grinning daughter into the backyard where he stored the bike and placed her in the side car. He shrunk down his only helmet to fit her and he placed every protection spell he knew on the side car. He climbed on the bike; kick started it, and took off towards his best friends' house. The two soared over the smaller towns in London and if you looked down you could see the faint glistening of the candles in the jack-o-lanterns in people's yards.

After about a half hour after they took off Sirius could see the outline of the Potter's secret house. He was about to start his decent when a flash of green light escaped from every window on the bottom floor then two more on the top and on the third burst of light a thunderous sound of breaking wood echoed throughout the small town but no one seemed effected by it. Sirius, in that split second he forgot everything around him froze and the bike began to fall. The only thing that brought him back to reality was the scream that escaped from the baby sitting next to him. He shook himself out of his state of shock, steadied the bike and landed on the street and then sped off towards the Potter's neighbor Bathilda, house. He hurried Alana out of the side car and hurried over towards Bathilda's, covering his daughter's body with his own. He knocked on the door and in a split second she was behind the door.

"Who's there?" she asked in her ageing voice.

"Batty, it's me Sirius Black, the Potters friend. Please let me in! There was a flash from their house not a second ago!"

As the last word left his mouth you could hear the unlatching of five or six locks from the other side of the door. "Sirius, oh thank Merlin! I thought you might have been one of them. I saw the flash too, and I immediately sent a message to Dumbledore after the first one. Do you think-" but Alana's cry cut her off, much to Sirius delight. He couldn't bear to think about his closest friends being murdered along with his godson.

"Batty, could you watch Alana for me? I'm going to go check out the house."

"Of course I will, but what if he is still in there? He never left I was watching out the window."

Sirius looked at the damaged house through the window and let out a heavy breath. "There is no Dark Mark above the house. Something must have gone wrong for him. I have to go check if Harry survived."

Bathilda nodded her head and took the red-faced girl in her arms, almost dropping her from the sudden weight in her frail arms. Sirius saw this and reached out for his daughter, "Maybe I'll just conjure a crib and we'll let her sleep so you won't have to keep picking her up." He conjured a crib for Alana and placed her in it and covered her with the copy of the blanket she loved at home. He kissed her forehead and watched her until her eyes closed and her breathing became deeper and slower. And with a sad smile he turned to Bathilda and said "I'll be back soon," and he walked out the door, his wand ready for any attack that may come.

He slowly walked towards the house keeping his senses alert and his wand never lower than his waist. As he approached the house he began to see the full extent of the damage. The gate was falling off the hinges, the windows where all broken with the glass shards sparkling on the lawn, and the house was almost completely broken in half with broken wooden boards shooting out of the giant crack splitting the house. He stepped through what was left of the doorway and stopped only for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the darkness that engulfed the house. He opened his eyes and could see the outline of the furniture in the living room, but nothing was in the same place as he had remembered. The couch was flipped over on and thrown against a wall along with the other furniture. He slowly made his way over to the stairs remembering that the second flash was brighter from the top floor windows.

As he approached the stairs he saw an outline at the bottom of the stairs that made him stop in his tracks. There at the base of the stairs was the lifeless body of his best friend James Potter. Sirius wanted to fall to his knees and cry over the loss of his closest friend, but he knew it wasn't the time to grieve.

He stepped over his friends' body and headed up the stairs to find Lily and Harry. He looked down the hall the stairs led to but only saw one open door, Harry's door. Through the blasted open door he could see the body of Lily Evans Potter on the floor in front of her sons crib. For the second time that night Sirius had to step over a friends' body and it made him cringe at the thought of them lying on the floor and never getting back up.

He went up to the crib and saw baby Harry lying on his white and blue blankets with a strange looking cut on his forehead. He held his breath and with a huge sigh he let that breath out when he saw that Harry was still alive and breathing.

Sirius picked up his sleeping godson. After a few seconds Harry's eyes cracked open to reveal an exact copy of his mothers emerald green eyes, and he began to cry. Sirius tried to calm down Harry but while shushing the baby he heard a creek come from the floor downstairs.

His head shot up as he heard the lumbering footsteps stop at the bottom of the stairs and slowly start their ascent up. Sirius put Harry back in the crib and hurried behind the open door. The footstep grew louder as they approached the door. He pulled out his wand ready for anything. Hundreds of thoughts swarmed through Sirius's head 'was it a Death Eater coming to find out what happened to his master? I have to protect Harry it is. What if the same thing happens to me as Lily and James? It can't, I have Ana and now Harry to look after.' The footsteps grew louder and they came closer and closer to the door. He gripped his wand tighter as the person stepped into the room. From behind the door Sirius couldn't see the person, but he could hear the footsteps and once they were fully in the door Sirius slammed the door shut and pointed his wand at the surprised looking, very large man.

"No! Sirius, Wait!"

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~hearts~ diena