(This fic will be based around Remus Lupin, and how he lived after James and Lily were killed, Sirius was in Azkaban and Peter disappeared. Please review even if you hate it! I love feedback! Hope you enjoy it)

With a crack, a raggedy man appeared at the already crowded scene. Muggles and Wizards alike were all crowded around the burning house, the walls on one side blown away. Remus Lupin's breath caught in his throat at the sight of it. He ran a hand through his light brown hair and pushed his way through the crowd as fast as he could. He had to see the damage. Were James and Lily alright? Harry? Who had done this?

Remus suspected the Death Eaters at first, but nobody knew where Lily and James were, they were under the fidelus charm. Unless… No. Sirius would never betray James. He would never sacrifice Harry to him, or break Lily's trust. When he made his way to the front, Hagrid, the massive half giant stood, holding something in his arms. Remus ran up to him.

"Hagrid! What's happened? Is everybody alright?" He asked in panic.

"Remus… I'm 'fraid… Lily and James, they've been murdered!" He blubbered, sobbing into his bushy black beard. Remus stood, shocked. That was impossible. They couldn't… James… His oldest friend.

"Oh.. Oh my… Is Harry… Did they kill Harry too?" He said. He almost couldn't ask. He couldn't bear it if his best friends child had been murdered too.

"No. Harry survived. He survived the killing curse!" Hagrid said

Remus furrowed his brow, the intellectual in him was intrigued.

"But nobody can survive that!" He said. Hagrid, as if to prove it, held out the tiny bundle of blankets. In it, Harry Potter lay, sleeping. He looked perfectly fine, except for a still red and bleeding cut on his forehead. Remus swept away a tuft of black hair to get a better look. A lighting bolt was cut into his head.

"Who did it? I mean, was it Lestrange, Dolohov?" Remus asked, suddenly writhing with anger and sadness, and the desire for revenge.

Hagrid shook his head "Neither, it was him. You-Know-Who himself."

"Where did he go?" Remus was surprised, Voldemort very rarely entered the fray of battle himself, especially something as simple to him as killing a family…

"He vanished! That's what people re' saying." Hagrid said

"But… How?"

"I don't know, but I better not stay to chat. I need to get Harry to Dumbledore." Hagrid said, sounding sad. "He's ter go live with his Aunt and Uncle."

There was a rumble from the street. A motorbike roared down the street, going way faster than it should. A man with long black hair got off and ran towards Remus and Hagrid. He looked horrified at the house.

"Remus, Hagrid! I've just heard what happened. James and Lily…" Sirius said,

Remus nodded, still in shock.

"Hagrid, let me take Harry, I'm his godfather." Sirius said confidently

"I'm afraid I can't do that, I'm under orders from Dumbledore." the Half-Giant said. His loyalty to Dumbledore never failed.

Sirius looked frustrated. But he needed to take care of his best friends son.

"Fine then, take my motorbike. Get him to safety." Sirius said.

"Are you sure?" Hagrid said

"Yes. I won't be needing it anymore." Sirius said. There was something odd about these words. Remus, for the first time ever was suspicious of his old friend. Hagrid nodded and walked to the cycle.

"Till' next time. Remus, Sirius." He nodded to each of them, and with one last sad look to the burning house, he rode off, once out of the sight of the muggles, Hagrid took off, flying off into the night sky. Sirius's eyes lingered to Hagrid before turning back to Remus.

"I'll be back, I have to go fix something." Sirius said, beginning to walk off

"What? Sirius, this really isn't the time to be a hero, you should wait for orders from Dumbledore." Remus said.

"Remus, the time for waiting is over! James and Lily are dead now, and I need to find a way to fix what I have done." Remus was startled by these words. Sirius walked off. Remus tried to follow, but before he could get to him, there was another crack and Sirius disappeared.

Remus sighed at his stubbornness. He looked back towards the house, the reality of what happened hitting him. Two of his best friends were dead, never coming back. He just hopped that Peter was alright. The small man was no match for any Death Eaters, even the weakest of them. Remus hated so say it, but it was true.

The fire danced in front of him. He hoped it had been quick. Not like the torture the Longbottoms had to endure. He couldn't stand to think of his friends like that. They were too young.