A/N: Thanks a lot to 'Brit' and 'ILOVEREADING' for reviewing, it made my day. It's thanks to you two that I'm posting this chapter up so soon. In answer to your question Ginny will be appearing very soon, not in this chapter but definitely in the next one.
Disclaimer: For heavens sake I do not own Harry Potter so why do have to keep writing this every chapter.
Chapter 2It was the night of October the 31st 1981-Halloween. Down in Godrics Hollow the young couple Lily and James Potter were trying desperately to get their son Harry to bed.
"…And then my dear son, just when he thought he'd got us cornered, I jumped up on Snivellus and…" James Potter paused dramatically in the middle of one of his famous bedtime stories (where the marauders defeat Snivellus), only to fid his son fast asleep in his crib. Love radiated in his eyes as he looked upon the sleeping one-year-old; his chest gently rising and falling and a small smile curled on his sleeping face.
James Potter knew all about the prophecy of course, though he badly wanted it not to be for his little innocent boy. Sometimes he felt guilty for wishing the horrors of the prophecy applied to the Longbottoms' boy but most of the time he just loved Harry too much. 'No matter what happens,' thought the young dad to himself 'I'll always be there fore you. Right up until the very end'.
" James, you do know that Harry probably doesn't understand half the bedtime storied that you tell him." The cool female voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He'd forgotten that his beautiful wife Lily Potter was standing right next to him, her auburn hair glittering in the dimly lit room. He could save his morbid thoughts for later; for now he was safe at home with his gorgeous wife and darling kid, particularly with loyal little Peter Pettigrew as their secret keeper.
"Of course he does my dear Lilyflower. He is my son after all you know."
Three or four years back this sort of arrogance would have earned James a slap on the head by the woman standing next to him. But instead she stood up on tiptoes and kissed her husband on the lips. The couple moved wordlessly on to the bed as their kiss became deeper ad more passionate. But suddenly Lily pulled away breathing heavily, her eyes darting wildly around the room- afraid!
" Did you hear it?" she whispered urgently, instinctively grabbing her sleeping son from the crib next to her. Before James had time to do any more than to knit his eyebrows in concern another noise was heard. It was the creak of a floorboard followed by footsteps coming from downstairs.
"James I think there's someone in our house."
About 70 miles away from the Potters, in a small flat in London, Sirius Black froze in the middle of cooking his dinner. Something was wrong- he knew it. Perhaps it was instinct, perhaps there was some sort of charm in the necklace that his best friend had given him; either way he knew that James was in trouble.
Sirius had never been the calmest and most rational person at the best of times, least of all when he thought his friends were in danger. So without thinking, without even bothering to confirm his suspicions he grabbed his magical motorcycle and started to fly it at full speed to Godrics Hollow.
For a while James sat frozen on the bed; hearing his wife's voice tremble so helplessly had scared the living daylights out of him. He didn't want to believe that this was happening so soon. That Peter had betrayed them. It could just be Padfoot and Moony waiting to surprise them with a Halloween party. But in his heart he knew that wasn't true. It was his son's bawling that brought James back to reality, he hadn't even realised that Harry had awoken. Snapping into full auror mood James snapped at his wife, "Lily, take Harry and run. I'm going to try and buy you some time. GO!" 'I love you both, please let me see you again,' he added to himself, pulling his wand out of his trouser pocket and running downstairs.
Lily stood rooted to the spot; she could not bring herself to floo away without the love of her life. She could hear curses being yelled downstairs, both by her husband and by Voldemort. At the sound of a high pitched 'Avada Kedavra' followed by a dull thud and green light Lily screamed. She knew her love had left her- forever; not just from the sounds downstairs but from the cold empty feeling she suddenly had inside. She also knew it was time for her to save her son- a remaining part of James- and flee. However her body would not comply with her brain. The young widow's eyes were so brimmed with tears and her hand trembling to such an extent that she couldn't even get the floo powder into the fireplace properly.
" Going somewhere my pretty?" The voice behind her caused Lily to spin around, wand in one hand, a crying Harry in the other.
"Move aside mudblood. There is no need for you to die, just give me the boy"
"NO," screamed Lily with every fibre of strength she could muster.
"Fine then, have it your way. Avada Kedavra." Once again green light illuminated Godrics hollow as someone's mother, someone's daughter, someone's love fell to the floor.
For a moment evil, mechanical laughter filled the room before the tall wizard loomed over to the naive one-year-old with his wand raised (you all know what happens here so I'm not going to write it)
Moments later a flying motorbike landed in front of the Potters household. Sirius Blacks worst nightmares were confirmed as he saw the door to his best friends' lives swinging open on his hinges. Running inside the house, the first thing Sirius saw fell on his heart like a tonne of bricks. Lying there in the corridor, sprawled out on the floor was the body of his best friend, his brother- still- dead. Tears were streaming down his face before his brain even registered the sight. James Potter; gone.
Suddenly Sirius head a sound he never thought he'd hear again. The crying of a baby. Harry, his Godson was still alive. Running up the stairs two at a time he ran up to where the sound was coming from. Sitting there next to his dead mother was a young boy whose messy black hair was covered in red with fresh blood.
Scooping Harry up in his arms Sirius ran his hands through Lily's beautiful red hair when another thought struck him. "PETER PETTIGREW I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Saying that Sirius ran back out on to the street where just as he expected his old 'friend' was waiting. To see the disgusting rat's face made anger boil up in the black haired male to what he thought was impossible. Their whole friendship had been a lie; he'd betrayed the marauders. The same people who helped him pass his tests, helped him get his first girlfriend, showed him what it took to be a marauder. Sirius blinked back more tears.
As much as he wanted to rip the rat apart, cause him pain, yell, kick, Sirius stopped himself. Instead he stunned his former friend to stop him from transforming and running away and left the rest up to the ministry. They could do what they liked to him question him, and then chuck him to the dementors. Now that he was captured he could act as proof that him and Sirius had traded positions as secret keeper.
Sirius glanced down at the now sleeping boy in his arms. 'Harry is my godson and I'm going to love him as much as his father and his mother. He can still have a family, not with his parents but with me. But I'm going to need all the help I can get, and that means a trip to Moony.'
A/N: So what did you think? The whole thing ended up being a flashback. Not even I expected it to be. It was supposed to be half and half but the flash back turned out to be longer than I anticipated for. I should be able to post chapter 3 by this evening (British time) it's going to be my favourite chapter.
Do you think I should write about Sirius' trip to Remus or just leave it up to your imagination. Please let me know!