Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, and I still love my Snapie doll!

Sirius Black rushed his motorbike into a sloppy landing, letting it skid into its side as he quickly dismounted and ran towards the house. The light of the discarded bike shone upon the ghosts of James and Lily, making them virtually unable to see.

"Oh no...James! Lily! Are you there?" Sirius stumbled through the wreckage, searching frantically for any sign of life. "James? Lily! Are either of you...oh, no. Oh, please no."

He had found, as Lily had before, the bodies of the Potters. His mouth opened, trying to form words, but all he could do was gasp weakly. His best friends...dead, lying before him...

"No..." He fell to his knees and reached to stroke a lock of hair from James' face. "No, you just can't be gone..."

"Sirius! Sirius, thank God you're here!"

He turned to the sound of the voice, and found himself looking into the worried, but animated, face of James Potter.

"James! But, I don't understand..." Sirius looked back and forth between the body and the face, trying to make the connection.

"Sirius, you need to lift this wall. Harry somehow survived, and he's under there."

"You...are dead, then." James grew impatient with the way this conversation was going. Didn't Sirius realize what was at stake?

"Yes! Yes, we're dead! Harry will be soon if you don't get up off your duff and do something about it!"

As if waking from a trance, Sirius adopted a serious face and stood up. He stepped over James' body, grabbed a handle-hold on the partially broken wall and lifted it up. Harry was lying there under his crib, which had tipped over and sheltered him from the weight of the wall. The baby kicked and squealed happily at the sight of his godfather.

"Don't worry kiddo. Padfoot is coming for you." Sirius lifted the wall higher above his head, tilting it side ways. "Everything is going to be fine." He let his grip loosen, and the wall slid onto its side, falling with the momentum and away from Harry. Sirius rushed to pick up the child, to make sure he was ok. The only injury, as far as he could tell, was a cut on Harry's forehead.

"Is he alright?"

Sirius jumped when he heard Lily's voice next to his shoulder. She was looking at Harry with a smile, but her eyes were sad.

"He...seems fine, Lily. Really. He just has this cut..."

James came closer, and they all stood there in an awkward silence. Harry was the one who felt it was time to say something.

"Mama! Ma!" He stretched his chubby arms out to his mother, who reached back, only to have her hands slide through his. An expression of horror crossed her face. Her hands flew to cover her mouth, and she moved backwards. James put his arms around her, consoling and comforting.

"Oh..." Sirius looked at them, then at Harry. "You're ghosts. That's why...Oh, Lily, I'm sorry. James, Lily... I'm so sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? You didn't kill us, Voldemort did."

Sirius shook his head. "Don't you see? Peter sold you out. He betrayed you. If I hadn't made you switch..."

"Shut-up, Sirius." Lily had pulled her face from James' shoulder and was looking at Sirius with an almost fierce stare. "This is not your fault. I don't want to hear another word like that again, do you understand?"

He nodded, and held Harry closer as the babe began to fuss. "What do we do now?"

"We hunt down Peter."

Ooh, dramatic! This chapter is longer than the last one, so I'm happy. And now that the initial story has been laid out, it should get progressively less dark and more amusing. But, there's only one way to make sure I'm not lying: reviews! You know what to do next!