Chapter 1

It was a day for rejoicing, a day for celebrating. Everybody, everywhere people were gathering to celebrate, they threw parties. For most a huge relief swept over them. They were no longer worried about losing their families, losing loved ones, those who were on the other side, they had something to fear now, they would be hunted down one by one. It had only been a few hours since the incident, since the biggest reason for a celebration in the past seventy years. Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, one of the most dangerous dark wizards in the history of the wizarding world was gone.

Nobody knows for sure what had happened. Rumors were spreading like wildfire, many suspected death eaters, followers of Voldemort were panicking, they were fleeing, fleeing their homes, some the country. They knew what was coming next. The head had just been chopped off the snake and for awhile it would be dangerous. Would someone new step up to the challenge? If so, then who would? There was no other, no other wizard who could challenge him. The only one they say he ever feared.

But the rumor was...that a boy, just a young helpless boy, had defeated the Dark Lord. Something happened and now everyone was either celebrating or panicking. Depending which side they were on.

Albus Dumbledore just entered his own office, he was weary, tired, but joyful at the same time. Albus was a tall and lanky wizard. He had a giant beard and he wore a long purple pointed hat, and large billowing robed that seemed to hang down and at the bottom where he feed were, they seemed to just float off the ground, never touching it. He seemed like such a charming older man, but there was a sense of power in his presence. Everyone knew him, and they sometimes fooled by his elderly joyous smile and quirky habits, but underneath that was the most powerful wizard on the planet. No one could touch him, and if you ended up being on the wrong side of him, you would regret it.

Still, even powerful wizards get tired and old. After many years, even more deaths and battles, he could relax for just a while. He was starting to feel old, sure wizards lived long lives, sometimes twice the age of normal muggles, and Albus, having quite a bit of magic in him, he was still young by all accounts, he didn't feel too old as if he were over the hill, but he could be beginning to feel the effects. The effects at being the head of two dark wizarding wars and not so sure about a third.

Breathing a heavy sigh, he wondered when it would all end.

Earlier he had taken Neville, 'the chosen one' to live with his grandmother right after the incident. There he would be safe as long as he lived with his grandmother, for Neville's mother Alice Longbottom had sacrificed the ultimate price to protect Neville, and in doing so she cast an ancient charm of protection on Neville. Nothing could touch him or endanger his life. Anyone who tried would pay severe consequences, and in Voldemort's case, he paid the ultimate price. There very blood that ran through Alice, the same blood that runs through her grandmother, through Neville, the blood charm, the charm that destroyed Lord Voldemort, as long as he was at the place he called home with his grandmother, he would be protected.

'The future definitely will be interesting.' Albus thought to himself.

Albus pondered this for a while and what the future would have instore for young Neville when he became of age, when he would attend Hogwarts.

There was a presence at the door, Albus knew who it was, he had after all summoned him.

"Come in, Sirius."

Sirius Black, former student, former prankster and troublemaker while he attended Hogwarts. Sirius had at some point grew out of his trouble making days and grew into a fine Auror. Someone Dumbledore could trust, there was no question of his loyalty and Albus was grateful to have him as a friend and colleague. He felt he had to talk to Sirius first, soon he would call a meeting, a meeting with all the order members. He had requested the presence of Sirius at once. He was after all the secret keeper for the Potters.

A man slowly entered the office. He was dressed in mostly black, his hair was jet black and long and neat, and placed in a tail. His robes hugged his body in a very tight and clean look. If he wasn't such an incredible auror Dumbledore was sure Black could have been a model. He was a good size at six foot two and had a lean frame. He was sporting a five o'clock shadow. He was Sirius Black. Best friend to James Potter.

"Headmaster, I was told you wanted to speak at once." He asked with a bit of temptation. It was obvious he had heard some of the rumors floating around.

"Is it true...what they say? Did little Longbottom really…?" He couldn't finish.

Albus really didn't blame him, it really did seem far fetched. The Dark Lord, one of the most dangerous dark wizards of all time, bested by a child, not even a child, a baby boy not even of one year of age. Not even capable of holding a wand, It just seemed to good to be true and to unrealistic, not possible at all. Great wizards died at the hands of Voldemort.

"Yes Sirius, the rumors are true. Probably what you have heard. Lord Voldemort is indeed gone, I have seen it with my eyes. I am sorry to say that we have lost both Alice and her husband Frank in the fight, but young Neville survived. Something happened that I cannot explain, but when he went to curse young neville, the curse backfired upon Voldemort. Of what happened I can only guess."

Sirius let out a breath. "Wow." He felt so many emotions at once. Sure he was sad at the fact that two of some of the best wizards he had known were dead, but he was also relieved, relieved that Voldemort was gone, that Lilly, James and young Harry would be safe. Speaking of which, "We have to tell James and Lily."

Dumbledore nodded.

"Yes, Sirius. That is my reason for bringing you hear. As you are the secret keeper for the Potters, there is no other way for me to contact them except through you. As your the only one who knows where they are." Albus said.

"Well Headmaster that's the thing.." Sirius trailed off. "You see, at the last minute…"

Dumbledore had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that he felt what he was about to hear was going to be news, but it wasn't going to be good news.

"Yes Sirius, continue please." He urged.

"Well, we...that's James and I, thinking most would assume that I would be the secret keeper. So we thought that it would fool everyone, if instead of me being the secret keeper, we chose to have Peter be the secret keeper. That way if I was ever captured, I wouldn't be able to disclose the location of Lily and James. No one would suspect Peter." Sirius finished.

Dumbledore's eyes opened just a bit more, he was surprised, surprised that the switch had occurred. He was sure that Sirius was the keeper, then thinking about it, the plan fooled him, so he guessed it seemed to work. The only thing he had issues with the plan was the fact that they had placed all of their trust in Peter Pettigrew. To Dumbledore that seemed like a mistake, Peter was a good guy he suspected and he did love the Potters, however it wasn't something he could seem himself doing. James and Lilly must see something different about him that I cannot see, he is after all one of their best friends….

"Then we must find Peter, so that we can get a hold of James and Lily."

"Do you have any idea where he is?"

Sirius thought. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen or heard from Peter in a few days.

"I...I don't know where he is...I haven't spoken to him in a few days."

"But I'll check at his home, we'll find him soon. There's only a few places to where he can be." Sirius finished. And with that he left the headmaster's office.

1 hour later

Sirius entered through to Dumbledore's office. "Albus, I am getting worried...I've been everywhere and I cannot find Peter. He's not home, or any of the other hangouts we normally go to and by the look of it he hasn't been home for a few days.

Dumbledore's' eyes widened just a bit. He had a bad feeling about this. He knew there was a mole in the order, someone somewhere was leaking information about the order to Voldemort. He just didn't know who it was yet. It may have very well been a few people who were moles, he had his reasons for Snape not being the one. But Peter...he hoped for James and Lilly's sake, and the sake of young baby Harry that his fears were not correct.

"Then we must go, go to the Potters at once!" Dumbledore spoke firmly. He rose and quickly reached his arm to his side and withdrew his wand. Pointed it to one of the magical objects in the room and muttered an incantation.

Dumbledore had just created a 'portkey'. "Let's go Sirius."

At once Sirius grabbed hold and both of them felt the feeling of pulling around their navel and they were no longer in Dumbledore's office.

They were no longer in Dumbledore's office, instead their feet slammed onto the ground, and Sirius having been used to this feeling, didn't fall off balance like he did when he first started to use Portkeys.

They had landed in a very familiar place, at least to Sirius. Sirius had been there only a thousand times. Plenty of good memories here. He smiled, finally they would be able to live in peace! He could watch young Harry grow, and once again have a great time with James and Lily.

Something was wrong though.