AU: What would happen if Sirius black wasn't charged with murder, and he got to raise Harry. What id Neville, when vacationing with his grandmother, was bitten by a werewolf? What if Draco Malfoy actually despised his family, what happened if Ron was actually pretty book smart, well then, you would a second generation of marauders, all three solemnly swearing to be up to no good.

(This is loosely based on a you tube video)

Sirius stood in the center of the crumbling building, one side had been blown off and the roof was in pieces, wood and glass covered the floor, and there, lying peacefully under half the chimney, was James Potter, glasses askew, one lens broken. His wand was still clutched tightly in his hand; blood trickled from his forehead where a falling brick had hit him. Sirius, silent tears streaking his face, turned from the horrific scene of his best friend under the rubble, but not before moving the debris away, and casting a quick glamour on all of James's cuts, now he could be sleeping for all anyone new. Sirius, turned, walking up the, miraculously, still in place stairs, jumping as more wood fell down on his head. He made it to the top floor, walking down the long hallway, looking for signs of red hair, it wasn't until her reached the large, once white with blue trimming room, that he saw the body of the beautiful Lily Evans, he ran forward, grabbing her shoulders and shaking them, just as he had done with James, but lily, like her fallen husband, did not move, as limp as a doll in his arms. With another strangled sob, Sirius covered her cuts, placing her gently on the floor, and that's when he heard it, a small whimper coming from under a blanket. Holding his wand steady, he ripped the blanket away, revealing a green eyed, black haired boy, who was sucking his thumb and crying.

"Harry? Oh my god, Harry! You're alive!"

Running forward, Sirius scooped up the little boy, holding him close as he cast a hovering charm on the fallen Lily Evans. Walking downstairs, he heard the sound of large feet, knowing Hagrid had arrived. Placing the dead bodies next to each other, he looked down at the still crying boy, who had the oddest mark on his forehead, like a scar, but it was too soon for any cuts he had received to have healed, unless Lily had healed them… but no, Voldemort would have killed her second, right after James.

Hagrid walked into the house gently, his large, polka dotted handkerchief out, dabbing his large, very bright, eyes.

"Don't let it be true Sirius, not James, not Lily."

Sirius, looking down at the bodies of his two friends, one who had been like a brother to him since he was eleven, he slowly nodded, not taking his eyes of James's face.

Hagrid let out a loud sob, covering his face in his handkerchief.

"An'-An' Harry? What of lit'le baby 'Arry?"

Sirius, held Harry up, and hagrid gasped,

"He's-He's alive! 'Arry Potters alive!"

Hagrid clapped Sirius on the shoulder, somehow being able to see the Brightside of the horrible situation,

"Dumbledore be arriving any minute now. Wanted to see what he could do, great man Dumbledore."

Sirius nodded stiffly, still staring at his dead friends. It wasn't but five minutes when his ears picked up the swish of a robe, gripping his wand tight, he pointed it at the door, only lowering it when a tall, silver haired man walked through the demolished entrance.

"Hello Sirius, Hagrid."

Dumbledore's tone was light, but full of sorrow.

"Ah, the two Potters, I presume you must have moved Lily Sirius?"

Nodding numbly Sirius continued to stare,

"And Harry?"

Sirius showed the now sleeping little boy,

"A curious mark on his forehead, was that the only mark on him when you found him?"

Nodding again, Sirius bent down and straightened James glasses, fixing them with a flick of his wand.

"Well, being his godfather, he is yours to raise, but, if you are unwilling or feel incapable, he may go live with his aunt and Uncle, Lily's sister and her husband."

Sirius straightened up immediately,

"He'll be living with me Dumbledore."

Dumbledore nodded, smiling,

"I had hoped so, but, with the recent events, you never know. Well, I believe a small cleaning is in order."

With a couple flicks and swishes of his wand, Dumbledore cleared away the dust, and moved the bits of debris to the sides of the room, but he made no move to fix the house, at Sirius' questioning look, he supplied his reasoning,

"This house will stand as a monument the Potters, a reminder of how brutally their lives were taken, and what they fought for."

Sirius nodded again, thankful for Dumbledore's gesture.

"We are going to the Burrow, the Weasley's await news and I feel we should not postpone the visit any longer, it will not help to ease the pain. You are welcome to come Siri-"

But he stopped when Sirius shook his head,

"I think I'm just going to stay here, for a bit, take care of some stuff, then I'll be going home."

Dumbledore nodded his understanding, and taking the still crying Hagrid's arms, led the larger man out of the room, but not before stopping and giving a small boy and beaming smile to the two potters, who's lives had been taken during the aid of his cause.

Sirius stood for some more time, just looking at the sleeping boy in his arms, even at one year of age, Harry James Potter exactly resembled his dad, the same unruly hair, smiling mouth, he would undoubtedly need glasses someday. Another rustle put him on high alert, but when a ragged man walked through the door, he lowered his wand.

Remus Lupin walked over the him, standing beside him as tears ran down each of their faces, James had been their best friend, and both felt no shame in crying over his lost life. It wasn't until Harry woke up and began crying that Remus noticed him,

"The boy, the boy lives? Padfoot? It is true, he survived?"

Nodding for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, Sirius turned to his long time friend,

"I'm his Godfather Moony, but I have no idea how to raise a kid, he'll probably hate me by the time he turns five."

Remus laughed, actually laughed, and slinging an arm over his worrying friends shoulder, steered him out of the crumbling house

"He won't hate you Sirius, I'll help you if you want, raise him that is. Plus, you could use some company in that big old house of yours."

And smiling slightly, the two men walked away from the crumbling house, disappearing with a small pop, at the garden gate.