A/N: I'm not going to spend a ton of time talking about this chapter. It's a sad one, though, so be warned. Even though I didn't get my five reviews, I'm still going to give it to you. I couldn't hold out any longer. Er, Please review; (Let's say five?) I'm not going to interrupt the grieving going on at the bottom.

The morning of October 31, 1981 started as normal as any other day. Harry woke Lily and James up around 9:00, and Lily was glad for the distraction. She loved the holiday; she had since childhood. Last year, she had taken Harry around dressed as a pumpkin. She was a little bummed that they couldn't go around this year.

Sirius had sent an owl with one of Lily's favorite Muggle sweets, candy corn, the day before. She decided to use them to make a sweet treat for her boys that night. As they went through the boring routine that had become the Potters life, James looked forward to watching the children outside later.


"Dinner was great, love, but Trick-or-Treat has started! I want to go watch all the Muggle children!" James said, scooping Harry up in his arms. Harry giggled.

"Well, I want to watch, too!" Lily said indignantly, but she walked the opposite direction into the kitchen.

James sat on the couch, while Harry sat on the floor playing with his toy trucks. The broom Sirius had given him for his birthday sat in the corner. Harry had used it quite often before going into hiding, but now Lily wouldn't let James take it outside, for fear that someone would see them. After about half an hour, Harry had gotten bored watching the children and playing with his toys. James started to make his wand emit colored puffs of smoke. Chase the smoke was a game Harry loved to play.

Lily walked in and set Harry's blue pajamas down on the couch. Then she headed back into the kitchen to finish the dishes. James paused the smoke puffs so he could change Harry. James muttered to himself something about having to do all the dirty work.

After Harry was changed James started to make the puffs of smoke again. That went on for a good hour before Lily walked in.

"Bedtime, Harry," Lily said. As she leaned down toward her son, hair fell into her face. She tucked it back behind her ear and made to grab Harry, who ran away.

"C'mon, Lil. It's only nine!" James said indignantly.

"Too bad. Give him here." James scooped Harry into his arms and handed him off to Lily. As Lily headed off to the room, James relaxed into the couch. Despite what worries he had had this morning, it had been a very good day. He set his wand down next to him and yawned. Sirius was supposed to check on Wormtail this morning.. There had been no owl, so James assumed everything was fine.

Outside, the gate creaked as You-Know-Who walked up to the house. James didn't hear. He was too busy thinking about what the holiday would be like next year... Would they be free to do as they pleased?

The door burst open, slamming up against the wall and shaking James from his daydream. He stood up and ran into the hall. You-Know-Who was standing over the threshold. He reached into his back pocket... but his wand was still lying on the couch. James mentally slapped himself for the stupidity. "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! GO! Run! I'll hold him off..." James shouted. Hold him off without a wand... Yeah, right. You-Know-Who laughed before he sent the curse flying. James forced himself to think of Harry and Lily... He wanted their faces to be the last thing he saw before he died.

"Avada Kedavra!" As the green light filled the hallway, James fell backwards, dead before he hit the floor.

Lily screamed from Harry's room upstairs. She knew her husband was now dead somewhere in the house. Harry sat in his crib, looking around. She had left her wand in the kitchen... Stupid! She was moving all the things she possibly could in front of the door. She heard him coming up the steps, and knew she only had a few more minutes... possible all the time left to live. If she were to die, at least she would be with James.

You-Know-Who stood outside the door. He opened it and moved the chair and boxes with a flick of his wand. Lily had picked Harry up, wanting to shield him. When You-Know-Who stepped through the threshold in the room, she dropped Harry back into the crib. She threw here arms wide, trying to keep Harry from his view.

"Not Harry, not Harry... Please, not Harry!" Lily shrieked. He couldn't take both her husband and her son from him!

"Stand aside, you silly girl... Stand aside!" You-Know-Who said. Lily bit her lip, but didn't move. She had to protect her son.

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead -" Lily said as strongly as she could muster. There was no way she was giving up her son... As long as she was alive.

"This is my last warning -" he said, and Lily was confused. She knew he never thought twice about killing the innocent.. What was different this time?

"Not Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy... Not Harry!" Lily yelled. She didn't have much time left. She had to stop him. "Not Harry! Please - I'll do anything-"

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!" Lily wondered why he wouldn't just move her. It wasn't like he couldn't. He didn't say the spell, but Lily realized it was coming a second before it did. The green light filled the room and Lily fell. Harry, she thought as she died. Then she opened her eyes and James was there, offering her his hand.


When Sirius went to check on Peter and his apartment was empty, Sirius knew something was wrong. He sent an owl to James, but he knew it must have gotten lost when Sirius arrived outside the Potter house. The area around Harry's room looked as though it had exploded. Tears already streaming down his face, Sirius parked his motorbike on the street outside the house.

He ran through the door (which was practically blown off it's hinges), and spotted James lying there on the floor. Sirius let out a noise like a wounded dog... He couldn't see through his tears. His best mate... dead. Prongs... gone. He couldn't think. He was going to get Peter for this. Damn that bastard. How could he turn them in? Whatever happened to the Marauder's code?

Sirius shook his head, trying to clear his mind and his vision. He needed to find Lily and Little Stag... He needed to see if either one was still alive. He didn't have much hope. He thundered up the stairs and turned into Harry's room. Little Stag was standing there, staring at his (dead) mother. Oh, Lily... That bastard. Harry turned to Sirius.

"Unca Padfoot?" Harry said softly.

"Yeah, Little Stag. It's me," Sirius said softly, walking over to the crib. He needed to not look at Lily so he could hold himself together for Harry. But he knew she was there.

"Where Mummy and Daddy?" Harry asked.

"They're... busy, Little Stag."

"Mummy right there!" Harry said, pointing over Sirius's shoulder.

"Lil' Stag, I... She's..." Sirius didn't know what to say. Lily was dead. He couldn't explain that to a 15 month old! Just then he heard footsteps on the stairs.

"Who's there?" Rubeus Hagrid shouted from the hallway outside Harry's room.

"It's me, Sirius Black, with Harry Potter!" Sirius replied. He could not decided whether he was happy or upset that Hagrid was there.

"Oh. Wha' yer doin' here, Sirius?" Hagrid asked.

"I was supposed to check on them..." Sirius said shaking his head. The tears were falling again. He was going to kill the Wormtail. There was nothing else he could do.

"Dumbledore wants me ter take Harry to his aun' and uncles' house," Hagrid said softly.

"But I'm his godfather."

"I'm ter take 'im to his aunt and uncles, Sirius. 'Spect there's a reason fer it..."

"You're right. Dumbledore knows best," Sirius said, handing Harry to Hagrid. He then grabbed Harry's favorite blanket and handed that over. "Take my bike. It'll be faster."

"Yer sure, Sirius?"

"Yeah... I won't be needing it." Anger flared through Sirius's eyes. When he got to Peter... He'd probably get locked up forever. It was better this way; Petunia could look after Harry, and he could avenge James and Lily.

Hagrid gave Sirius a small smile, and left with Harry. Sirius walked over to the wall, and slid down to the floor. He covered his face in his hands, and started to sob. James, his good-as brother, lying cold on the floor. Lily, his who'd become like a sister to him, dead over in the corner. He only felt bad for Remus, who had no idea what really happened. He didn't know Pete was the actual Secret-Keeper. Everyone thought it was Peter. Standing up, Sirius grabbed Harry's teddy bear. He wouldn't be needing it anymore, and Sirius really needed a memento of his friends.

He walked over and gave Lily a kiss on her cool cheek. Sirius left the room, not bothering to clear the tears out of his eyes. He thundered down the steps, and stopped in front of James. "I'm so, so sorry, mate. It's all my fault," Sirius said to James, giving him a sort-of hug. The tears were streaming; Sirius couldn't stop crying.


As the sun rose over Godric's Hollow, Sirius walked out of the house. There was nothing left for him to do in there, and besides, the Muggles would start swarming soon. He wiped the last few tears from his eyes, made sure the teddy was secure in his pocket, and disapparated. He was ready to go after the rat that killed his family.