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Last Chapter: I missed my son and Sirius, but I have no intention of seeing either one of them anytime soon. I wanted them both to live a long and exciting lives.

"You can do this," I told myself. I just hoped it was true.

Chapter 4: Powerless

Sirius' POV:

I was going to kill Peter. But no, I don't mean in the way that I'm going to yell at him and hex him a few times. No. He sold out Lily and James. I was going to kill him. And I was serious, no pun intended. I didn't even care that I was going to go to Azkaban for it. I knew where he was. I had to find him. I had to.

I apparated to the village I knew he was in. There were crowds everywhere. I scanned them trying to locate the face of the man I once trusted.

Faces flashed before me, then I saw the one I was looking for.

James' POV:

"No! Sirius! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?" I screamed.

Lily and I had been keeping a close eye on everyone. There was nothing we could do but we were not going to sit in the dark. Plus, there wasn't much else to do anymore. We were dead for crying out loud. We'd have eternity to sit around and do nothing. Right now, we had to watch our loved ones. Lily and I always had Sirius and Harry portals opened up. Then we'd check on Remus, Petunia. Everyone. But Harry and Sirius were the most important to us.

Anyway, back to my moronic friend. He was hunting down Peter, to kill him. I was really nervous, he might actually do it.

Lily sat wide-eyed staring at the image. Sirius was talking to himself, he was going mad.

"I've gotta catch him...since when was he this fast?" Sirius said, running to catch Peter. "I'm going to kill that bastard. I'm sorry James and Lily. But you have to understand. I know you two are watching me. (he knew me so well) Don't worry about me. I need to do this, for me. I'm sorry Harry. I won't get to see you grow up. I- I am so sorry."

We watched as he tore down the street finally catching up to Peter. Lily held her breath and watched. I on the other hand paced. My eyes were glued to the portal but I was powerless.

"Don't do it Padfoot," I said. "Don't."

Sirius stopped and for a second he looked as if he was going to lower his wand. But he shook it away and snarled at Peter.

Sirius' POV:

"Don't do it Padfoot. Don't" I heard in my head. It was James' voice. It sounded so real. I lowered my wand. No, I had to do this. James was the reason I was doing this. I told myself shaking the feeling away.

"HOW COULD YOU" I screamed at Peter.

"Sirius, m-my f-friend." he whimpered.

"NO! WE AREN'T FRIENDS ANYMORE! YOU SOLD THEM OUT! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?"

"S-sold wh-who out-t?"

"CUT IT OUT WORMTAIL. YOU SOLD LILY AND JAMES TO VOLDEMORT!"

"S-Sirius, h-he was so powerful. You don't know. Wh-What was I supposed to do?" Peter said trembling.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED BEFORE SELLING THEM OUT! LIKE ANY OF US WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!" I screamed.

"B-But.." he started.

"No." I spat. I stepped closer. A large crowd had formed around us now. "You deserve to be killed for what you did. And that's what I'm here to do."

Peter's eyes grew wide in shock. He understood now. I raised my wand, it was two words. But would I be able to say them. I took a deep breath, and narrowed my eyes. It was time for revenge.

James' POV:

BOOM!

The whole street blew up. But Lily and I saw through the smoke.

Peter flicking his wand. Cutting off his own finger. Transforming into a rat. Running away.

I was mad, beyond man. I was livid. I was so mad I couldn't even form words.

Sirius had been blown back into a wall. He lay on the ground not moving. Lily and I watched as wizards came from everywhere surrounding Sirius. Muggles everywhere had been killed. Either that or severely injured. Children crying. Sirens wailing from the muggle poo-lice ( I think that's what they're called) and the am-bowl-ance (guessing here again). I watched as Sirius was handcuffed and the wizards disapparated with him. Many others stayed behind and began modifying memories.

Lily and I sat there. We knew what was going to happen next, yet neither of us wanted to say anything. Sirius was going to Azkaban for the murder of Peter Pettigrew, and Peter Pettigrew was going to "die" a hero.

The thought made me sick. Lily looked disgusted too.

"You know, I hated you all during school. But I learned to love Sirius." Lily said. "And you obviously."

I nodded. It was hard not to love Sirius. He was a good guy.

"And I really did hate him. But even then, I would not have wished Azkaban on him." she said quietly.

I hugged her, she said, "James, you don't need to pretend to be strong for me. I'm okay. I'm worried about you honestly. It's alright to be upset."

I nodded, that was all I could do. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but a strangled noise came out. A small tear rolled out of my eye. This was the start of a bad few years. I could only predict what happened in the next few weeks. And it was not pretty.

Sirius was sentenced to a hearing.

Peter was given an award at his funeral, Order of Merlin, First Class. An award he most certainly did not deserve.

Sirius was convicted of the murder of Peter and many other muggles. As well as exposing magic to muggles.

He was sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban.

My brother was in Azkaban. For a crime he never committed. Now I wanted to kill Peter too. He had crossed the line. We had been brothers, he betrayed all of us. And I could never forgive him.

The worst part, was Moony. He believed the press. That Sirius had killed Peter. And he was mad at him. Remus had attended Peter's funeral and cried at it. The Ministry was now sure that Sirius had committed the crime. And there was no hope for him now.

I watched Sirius as he entered Azkaban. There was something about him. He didn't look as crazy as the others. I watched him wilt. He never fully broke on the inside though. I don't know how he did that. Especially with the dementors. But I watched him for years, and he still stayed sane. But who was I kidding, Sirius had never been sane. Maybe that was what was keeping him insane?

11 Years Later

Lily and I watched as our son turned eleven. It was an interesting birthday for him. The whole past week had been weird. Owls arriving with letters? Letters appearing everywhere? Lily and I knew what was happening, but young Harry had no idea. Petunia and Vernon had kept Harry in the dark about his magical abilities. This angered me because I had always dreamed of raising Harry up in a magical environment. And they just shunned him because he was different. I remember watching as Harry got his magic. It was so amazing to watch. He had made a piece of glass disappear, releasing a boa constrictor. I had been so proud. I cried. Yes, I admit, me and Lily cried. Oh and that was another thing about Harry, he could talk to snakes. He was a Parselmouth. As if he didn't have enough problems already. Anyway, back to his birthday. He was now on the floor of a shack in the middle of nowhere. Vernon was trying to isolate him and stop the Hogwarts acceptance letters. Little did he know how determined those letters got.

The clock now read out 12:00. A huge man came bursting through the door of the shack. It was Hagrid. Despite Vernon's pathetic attempts to stop Hagrid from taking Harry, Hagrid explained everything to Harry. How he was a wizard and what had really happened to Lily and I. How we were murdered at the wand of Voldemort, the man who gave Harry that scar.

Harry took it surprisingly well. He was angry, but he controlled himself. He left with Hagrid, and my son was off to buy his school supplies. My son was going to Hogwarts.

I had never felt so proud.

Lily and I snuggled up on our couch the morning of September 1st. It was Harry's first day of school, and we were not missing that. He woke up and the Dursleys dumped him out at King's Cross. Harry wandered around aimlessly. Lily and I knew that the ticket had said Platform 9¾. He wouldn't know where that was. Or that he had to walk through the wall. The poor kid, I thought.

I saw the Weasley family with five of their children, and four of them going to Hogwarts.

"Poor Molly, she has to deal with all those kids by herself. Merlin bless her soul." Lily said.

"Molly! That's it! Harry can go ask Molly!" I exclaimed.

"James...How do you plan on telling him that?" Lily asked.

My excitement level dropped. But I remembered a vague memory from years ago, when I was attempting to talk to Sirius.

"Harry," I said, concentrating on reaching my son. "Go talk to that woman."

Harry heard a voice in his head, "Harry. Go talk to that woman." it said. He walked over to Molly, and asked her about the Platform. She showed him what to do and soon Harry was on Platform 9¾. He walked on the train and took a seat in an empty compartment. A young red-haired boy slid open the door and asked if he could sit there too. Harry obliged and the two quickly became friends. The boy, Ron, was the second youngest Weasley. Lily and I were proud at our son's choice of friends. Ron soon figured out who Harry was. And he was shocked. Harry Potter. The boy who lived, sitting with him, Ron Weasley, everyone's younger brother.

I sat smiling as I watched my son go to Hogwarts. I wished that I could have been the one to see him off. These feelings never went away, even after 11 years. I had a feeling I would always be thinking about what it would be like to be alive with my son.

A/N: Hi everyone! Hope you liked the chapter! Please review!
Oh and by the way, Harry's story is going to follow the books. but I'm going to make up a story for Sirius too!

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