A/N: This is the end. Sorry it took me so long and hope you enjoyed the story.
Epilogue:
Sirius and Peter hurried away from Godric's Hollow together, apparating to Peter's apartment to gather some things before hiding him.
"I'm glad you're doing this Pete." Sirius said, pausing for a moment, "but I think we should agree not to tell Remus." Peter raised his watery eyes to look at Sirius.
"Agreed."
"I thought you'd understand," Sirius patted him on the back approvingly. "James just yells and throws things when I try to tell him about it." Peter nodded sympathetically as Sirius continued, "I mean I don't want to think such things about him, but he's being acting so strange! Remember the anniversary, inside information but it could have been anyone in The Order. This time though… only us Maurauders and Dumbledore knew about my hiding place yet the Death Eaters found it almost straight away." He shuddered, "I barely got away…this will be dangerous Pete, I won't lie but I doubt people will guess you're the Secret Keeper. Everyone underestimates you."
Peter blushed and turned away, "Thanks" he muttered. "I think that's everything."
"Right let's go."
As Sirius returned to his own apartment he felt an immense sense of relief. They would be safe now. Voldemort would never find them.
Remus hurried along the dark path, berating himself for yet again lying to his friends. It couldn't be helped. Dumbledore had said, they would be in more danger if they knew. He sighed; this was something he had to do alone. At least the Potters were safe. Sirius would never betray them. Voldemort would never find them.
James wrapped his arms around Lily lovingly, he would die before he let anything happen to her and Harry. She buried her face in his chest; he knew she was afraid, more for Harry than herself. He murmured soothing reassurances into her hair. They were safe now. Voldemort would never find them.
Snape sank into a tattered armchair, his insides in turmoil. Spying on the Dark Lord was starting to take it toil on his nerves, not that he'd ever let anyone see, especially not Dumbledore. It would all be worth it, anything would be worth keeping her alive. He let out one small sigh, the only sign of his of relief. He had done everything he could. She would be safe. The Dark Lord would never find her.
Peter trembled, he had just betrayed his best friend, condemned him to death, along with his wife and child. I had no choice I had no choice. He chanted rocking back and forward. He was safe now. You-Know-Who would not kill him.
Tom Riddle swept along the dark path. Triumph bubbling within him. He was safe now. No one would ever be able to defeat him. Not now he that found them at last.
