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Alice and Frank Longbottom were a complete and utter mess.

A complete and utter mess from crying over the loss of two people they had been very close friends with. The house of Potter and the house of Longbottom were always close, so it would be no surprise that James, Frank, Lily, and Alice would become close. James and Frank never hung out much in their school days, but since joining the Order of the Phoenix, they came to know each other better as adults. On the other hand, Lily and Alice had been rather close during their school years. Needless to say both of the families had been rather close.

Then the unthinkable happened, Lily and James died and in the process leaving their fifteen month old son, who happened to be Alice's godson, orphaned!

It just wasn't fair, fair for anyone. Especially for poor Harry. Speaking of Harry, they wondered what was going to happen to him. Sure he had his godfather, Sirius, to raise him, but the poor boy would never know the love his parents felt for him, Merlin he wouldn't even know his own sibling as Lily was pregnant when she died.

Perhaps Alice and Frank would have stayed and mourned, until a loud crack filled the air behind them. Turning around they found themselves looking at Minerva Mcgonagall and Sirius Black who was holding a baby. Baby Harry.

"Professor? Sirius? What are you doing here?"

"Hello Frank, Alice. Sirius and I thought it would be a good idea to have Harry here, see his godmother." said Minerva as Sirius held out harry for Frank and Alice to see.

At this moment both Harry, who was in Sirius's arms, and Neville, who was in Alice's lap, woke up and looked at each other.

"Hawy!"

"Nev!"

The two infants had captured the hearts of all the adults present at that moment as they all agreed to help raise Harry.

XxXx

Amelia Bones wasn't sure what to feel.

To be honest she was stuck between pitiful and sad. For one she was sad at the loss of several people including her brother, her sister in-law, and the Potters. Amelia may not have been exceptionally close to the Potter family, but James happened to be one of her best aurors so his lost was deeply felt.

As for pity, well she pitied poor Harry who would be left without parents. Left without parents much like her niece Susan who had unfortunately lost both her mum and dad.

In all honesty, she was not sure how to feel at the moment and would have continued to do so until a tabby cat patronus flew into her office.

"Peter Pettigrew has sold out the Potters, have your aurors find him and bring him to justice for his crimes!"

Instantly, Amelia recognized that voice and patronus, it was her old transfiguration teacher, Minerva Mcgonagall! She knew what she had to do.

"Moody! Shacklebolt! I have a job for you!"

Moments later both Alastor Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt were in her office.

"What is it Madam Bones?" asked Moody.

"I have a job for the both of you. You are to track down Peter Pettigrew, he is the one who is responsible for the deaths of the Potters by revealing their location to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Once you find him, confiscate his wand and take him immediately to a ministry holding cell where he will await trail. Understood?"

Moody and Shacklebolt understood and left immediately in pursuit of Peter Pettigrew.

Now many ministry officials would call it overkill to send Mad-Eye Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt on such a small job as this, but Amelia thought about it for a bit. This was a man who had deceived many people into thinking her was innocent and there was no telling what he could have planned. Also Mad-Eye was a powerful wizard compared to Peter, so he would not be easily taken down.

She patiently waited for the two aurors to come back.

XxXx

Peter Pettigrew was hiding.

Of course, one would hide after committing a completely horrible crime like he had. What was his crime? He sold out his friends Lily and James Potter to his master, Lord Voldemort.

Did he even consider them his friends? Well James was always so much better than him in so many ways, it was like having Christmas early. A horrible, sick, and twisted Christmas that is.

His master's plan was going so well, it had almost succeeded. Almost, being the key word here. If it weren't for that brat, his mater would be alive and he wouldn't be hiding like he was now. Well, obviously, that was not the case. His master was dead and he was in hiding.

Of course many people would wonder why he was hiding, as many people had considered him to be a very close friend to the Potters. He shouldn't have been suspected. It wasn't the people he was worried about, it was Sirius. Sirius, unlike all other people, knew that he was the secret keeper for the Potters and if Voldemort had found their location, well suffice to say he would not have a high life expectancy rate.

Immediately following the Potters Deaths and his Masters fall, he fled to muggle London to hide. Briefly he had crossed paths with a few other of his Masters followers. They had asked if he would like to join them in what was-it… Ah yes, join them in torturing a family. He had asked which family and after finding out, well considering it was a family exceptionally close to the Potters he declined and they went on their separate ways. After all doing such would land him a one way ticket to Azkaban Prison which he definitely did not want.

He had made a few plans in the case of him being caught by Sirius, plans in his mind he considered foolproof. The only problem with such plans was they required Sirius to be there as he hadn't counted on any other wizard coming, but Sirius.