Full summary: Lily Potter wasn't home the unfortunate night of Halloween, 1981, and survived, as did Harry with the protection of James' love. Sirius never went off to hunt down Peter, and therefore was never framed. Kind of follows the story line, but it's obviously different. d:

Okayyy; so, hi. This was an idea I had. oo:

The first and second chapters were written on my iPod, soooooo, they'll probably be a bit... ... They're quite vague. They're short, and they're not really the most wonderful style of writing. I plan on fixing that now that I finally have it on the computer. (:

Alsoooo, Expect updates either every week or every other week. I've just started marching band(3!) back up, and therefore, I can't write 24/7.

Meh; lemme know what ch'uu thinkkk.

On the night of Halloween, the year 1981, a certain Lily Evans Potter apparated to... Shall it be called an 'unhomely' scene.

Of course, she might've guessed that on Halloween something horrid could occur. She had only been gone for two hours; having gone to her parents' house to give them their favorite candies from Honeydukes'.

But what she saw left her... Speechless. Soundless. Breathless. Thoughtless.

It had to be a prank. It had to be.

But it wasn't.

Her husband lying on the floor of their home.

Not only that, but her husband, lying on the floor of their home dead.

Finally, the crying of a child snapped her out of her trance.

Harry, she thought, her eyes scanning over every piece of rubble on the ground.

Finally, she saw a slight movement and rushed over to gather her only child in her arms. "Harry, oh, Harry," she cooed, looking around. Finally, after staring at James' body, which was lying in an odd position on the floor, it sunk in. James was dead.

She had absolutely no doubt this was the doing of Voldemort. But why had he left Harry?

Lily took in a shuddering breath before rushing over to James and sobbing into his chest. She desperately wished to hear a heartbeat.

She was wrong when she thought he was dead. She had to be.

But she wasn't.

She stumbled to her feet, Harry still in her arms, and ran outside.

Once outside, in the dead of the night, she fell to her knees, sobs shaking her form. Only when she heard a voice did she even attempt to move, and this movement was only to open her eyes and look up. ... And up. And up. Until she found the face of Hagrid.

"Er," he started, grabbing her shoulders and hoisting her to her feet. She stumbled a few feet, her legs very unstable, but she managed to steady herself. "I was s'pposed to get Harry fer Dumbledore. But I reckon he's no clue that yer livin' an' breathin'."

Lily brushed her hand across her cheeks, pointlessly drying her face only to have it soaked within another second. Searching for her voice to reply to the large man in front of her, she tightened her grip on Harry, who was lifting a hand to his forehead.

Lily, who was just now really looking at her son, noticed a cut on his forehead. It was a lightning bolt, and it was bleeding slightly.

Wordlessly, she reached up to wipe the wound clean. Finally, she heard a voice that she knew all too well.

"Lily?" Sirius called, dismounting his motorcycle.

"Sirius!" she shrieked, sprinting towards him. He opened his arms, allowing her to run into them and hide her face in his chest, her sobs growing and becoming more frequent.

"Shh," he whispered in her hair, stroking it softly. "Shhh."

"He's gone, Sirius," she cried, taking a fistful of his shirt, pulling the two closer. "He's—sob—gone."

"What happened?" Sirius asked slowly, taking Harry from her arms. As soon as her arms were empty, they gripped her stomach helplessly.

"He killed him!" she rasped, shaking her head as if she could erase this event. "Voldemort!" she hissed, her voice dripping with pure, boiling hatred. "He killed James!"

Sirius froze. He had known what she was going to say. He'd known it, but he still froze at the words.

Hagrid, who had been standing by the whole time, was suddenly aware of the time. "Well, I'll be off then," he told them awkwardly. "I'll be tellin' Dumbledore," he explained before setting off.

Sirius set Harry in his lap before taking Lily in his arms and cooing to her.

"He lied." She stated simply. "He was a liar all along."

Sirius didn't have to hear Peter Petigrew's name in order to know she was talking about him.

New anger boiling in his veins, Sirius made a move to get up, to confront his so called 'friend', but Lily grabbed on to him. He reluctantly sat back down, hugging his best mate's wife and child safely to his chest.

"You think he's... Gone?" Lily managed to get out, her voice still raspy from her continuous crying.

"Yes," Dumbledore confirmed. "I do believe your son somehow lived. Somehow defeated Lord Voldemort. Now, as if he is dead, I cannot say."

"B-but that's impossible. Harry is barely a year old. How could he have possibly survived an attack? How could he have defeated the greatest dark wizard?" Lily fretted. Not to say she wasn't proud, but nothing made sense. Her husband had been smart enough to become an Animangus. Her son was barely a year old.

"All will be revealed in time. I, too, am curious as to what happened within your house yesterday, but we must wait until it is revealed."

Lily nodded weakly at Dumbledore. She inhaled. "My son can't go anywhere without being stampeded, can he?"

"I cannot tell you the answer, but I can assure you that his name will be famous, as will his scar."

"And Peter?" Sirius asked, getting to his feet.

"Is being searched for right now, no worries."

Sirius nodded once before taking Harry from Lily's arms. He turned to Lupin, handing him Harry, while going back to steady Lily. She had started swaying again, and that was never a good sign with her.

"Calm, Lily," he soothed. Her jaw clenched tight and her eyes shone with unshed tears. Dumbledore disapparated after a quick good-bye and it was silent, apart from a laughing Harry. "Lily, calm." He had seen the 'storm' look in her eye that James had always spoke of, the very rare one that made her go on a rampage. "Settle. Don't scare Harry."

"Bloody, don't scare Harry!" she exploded, glaring daggers at Sirius. "What do you think he was doing when his father was being killed? /Laughing/?" Her hands clenched and unclenched in anger, her eyes forced shut. "What do you expect me to do? Move on and forget about my son and unborn child's father?" she seethed, advancing on the very scared looking Mauruder.

Apparently, only Remus caught on. "You're pregnant?"

"Bloody hell I'm pregnant! To a baby who'll never know their own father!" she shrieked, falling on to the couch of the muggle motel Dumbledore advised them to stay in.

"In Harry's defense, he barely knew Prongs," Sirius pointed out.

Lily's eyes snapped open as she glared at him. "Don't you dare act as if I'm angry with Harry."

Sirius raised his hands in defense.

Lily let out a moan until she buried her head into her hands and broke into sobs. Lupin set Harry down on the floor, allowing him to crawl around as he went over to join Lily.

"Lily," Lupin cooed, hugging her tightly to his chest.

"James is gone," she sobbed, her arms wrapping around her center. Sirius sat on the other side of her, a tear slipping down his cheek.

It didn't take long until all of them were practically sobbing over their loss. That was, until Lily jumped up and sprinted to the bathroom and the two others heard a horrible retching sound. Sirius joined her, holding her hair back for her, being sure none of her vomit could catch in it.

"When did you find out?" Sirius asked her gently. He was stroking her back soothingly.

"Yesterday," she cried before throwing up once again. Once she could talk again she looked at him. "I'd been wondering for about four weeks. I was going home to tell him. I hadn't even told my parents. I stopped by to check right before their house."

"Oh, love," he whispered, stroking her back again as she threw up another time.

"Katherine Lily or James Justin," she said weakly. "He wanted those names. Well, he wanted Justin Jonathan, but I can't help but feel like if it is a boy I have to name him James. I don't care if I already have a son with that middle name."

Sirius nodded. "What does do you think this time? Last time you were right."

"I think this one is going to be Katherine." She answered, her voice stronger than it had been lately.

"Confident there, are you?" He smirked, standing up to get her a glass of water. When he returned, her frown was back on her face.

"How are we going to get through this, Sirius?" Her voice shook slightly, as did her hand as she took the water. "I don't think I can handle this. I don't think I can live without James."

Sirius sighed loudly. "I keep thinking exactly that. I can't come to tell myself my best mate was murdered. I can't make myself realize I'll never see him again. Or, at least I won't for quite a while, I hope." His voice was shaking at the end, his eyes swam in tears he refused to let fall.

"My husband is dead." Lily said bluntly. "I can't help but think he saved Harry. How could he still be alive if James hadn't protected him somehow? I admit it, I'm beyond happy dancing in my head about the fact that one of my boys is alive, and I know James would have died for Harry, but Merlin, why couldn't it be me?"

"Because," Sirius said softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Because you've got to be alive for little Katharine here." He exhaled slowly and gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Prongs wouldn't have had it any other way. Think of this as if it were his last request or something."

Lily sniffed, shaking her head.

Lupin made his way in, looking at her carefully, Harry asleep in his arms. "Feeling better?"

Unable to find her vocal chords, Lily shrugged.

"Lily, listen," Remus said quickly, "we all miss Prongs. Sirius and he were practically brothers. They lived together for a long while. He was my best mate. But Harry has no idea what's going on, and he keeps asking for you or Prongs. He needs you now."

Nodding, she reached for her son wordlessly. Harry stirred, but did not wake up.

Somehow, she would get through this. Not just for herself, but for her kids as well.

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If it's not...

I won't.

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Anddd, remember, the writing style will improve starting chapter tres(threeee).