Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns H.P.

Sirius Pov

A plume of smoke rose from where James and Lily's house was in Godric Hollow, Voldemort's Mark looming ominously above. My heart lurched suddenly. Something was wrong. Very wrong. As I rang towards their house, I changed into the form of a shaggy, black dog, a splitting image of the Grim, the omen of Death, hoping that it was all just a false alarm.

I was wrong.

The house was in ruins. Fire was spewing out from the kitchen. I tried, futilely, to sniff out James scent, even though an Animagi could never assume the natural gifts of the form they take. I went through the rubble outside, then the kitchen after putting out the fire. Nothing. I was afraid, and angered. What had gone wrong, I asked myself. What did I do? I went through all of my memories of our decision on using the Fidelius Charm and Peter Pettigrew as Secret Kepper instead of me. I was afraid for Lily and James. Everyone knew I was James' best friend, and the most likely to be Secret Keeper, that's why I can't do it, as much as I want to. Voldemort would come after me and use Imperio to force me into saying where James, Lily and Harry was. It was the most logical solution.

Just as I managed to dislodge one huge stone rubble, I caught a glimpse of jet black hair and wonderfully painful joy engulf me as I dug faster, forcing my protesting muscles to work, ignoring the slashes I got with my wild heaving. All I could think of was, please be alive, James, please, please, please! Finally, after an eternity of frantic digging, he was free.

"James! James! Oh god! Oh god, J-"

The word, his name, caught in my throat. James wasn't moving. Voldemort had got ot him. Avada Kedavra. The dreaded Killing Curse, worst of the three Unforgivable curses. His body was already growing more and more rigid, his eyes frozen in surprise and fury, the spark of mischief still there, his mouth, the mouth I was so used to seeing in a smile or smirk, now drawn into a terrifying half-drawn snarl, a cruel slash of what it was, and his wand was tight in his hand.

"James! JAAAMMMEEESSS!" His name felt like acid, slowly corroding my mouth, heart, and everything inside me. It was James who let me stay with him when my parents threw me out. It was James who sugested that we become Animagi, to be able to help Remus. It was James who got me a place to stay when no one else could help me. James. James. James. If he weren't her by my side, I would've never been able to survive. He saved me.

I broke into pieces, sobbing. Hot tears streamed down, and I banged my fists against the ground, screaming. "WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN? WHY JAMES? WHY? WHY DID HE HAVE TO TAKE HIM? WHY?" Why not me? James deserved to live, deserved to have a family. Suddenly, my head cleared and dread made my stomach lurch.

"OH GOD. OH GOD. LILY. HARRY."

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: sorry about the misconception earlier. I uploaded the wrong file. Supposed to be for the other story I'm writing. It's for Gabriel and Edward Masen.

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