Disclaimer: Here we go. James, Lily, and Harry Potter and Sirius Black belong to J.K. Rowling. As if you didn't know. So don't sue. I like the money I get from babysitting.
A/N: Um......AS means Alternate Story. Creative, huh? I started this at about 10:30, so if it sucks, sorry. I don't think well after 9. But I seem to write everything after then. Last night I wrote at midnight. That's good. If you've read this far, you're my new best friend. You pay attention to my ramblings! This isn't very interesting, but, I swear, it gets better further into the story. I better stop the note. If you read to here, you're insane.
"Sactress Fidelius," James Potter pocketed his wand. "There, Sirius. Remember, don't tell a soul, or he'll know befo-"
Sirius plaed a hand on his arm. "James. Don't worry! We've gone over this dozens of times. Nothing will go wrong."
"I know. I just don't want anything happening to Lily or Harry." He looked over his shoulder at his wife, cradling their newborn son. "Just be careful"
Sirius gave him a small smile. "I will. I'll be hidden, too, you know that. With Dumbledore as my Secret Keeper, there's no way anyone could find either of us."
James sighed. "You're right."
"James," Lily spoke up. "We really need to get going." She looked over her shoulder nervously, as if Voldemort would materialize in front of her face.
James gave his best friend a quick and final hug. "Thanks for everthing, Padfoot."
Sirius smiled a bit at the old nickname. "Don't mention it, Prongs."
A/N II: Ok, so it was short. And short paragraphs. Please reveiw!!! It helps my writing.