Failure. A failure. It was all he was. He was wrong. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have missed it? The stuttering bastard would get. Killing would be too nice. Hell, the Cruciatus was too kind. He would tear off his penis and slowly, ever so slowly dice it into one hundred pieces, and force feed it to the bastard. How could he fucking do this? Was there no god? Was this punishment for some wrong he had committed? He felt his anger rising. How could this happen?

He took one more glance across the clearing. The house was in shambles. Their bodies strewn across the back. They had been running. They were defenseless. He had failed. He didn't know what to do. He had to kill someone. Something. He could expose the fucking rat, but who would believe him. He closed his eyes. In the words of the ancients, one should make his decisions within the space of seven breaths.* He inhaled deeply, there had to be wisdom somewhere. One. What was he going to do? Two. Would anyone believe him? Three. Could they find him? Four. He had to pay. Six. He needed to die. Sev-

He heard movement. He looked around. Near Lilly. He ran over. Underneath her, covered in warm blood was the baby. He was still alive. Why was he alive? Why was he cut on the forehead? Why was there a wand near the robes?.........Voldemort never left anyone alive……no one………………Voldemort. He was dead. He was gone. Right? How else.

He jumped up and picked up the wand. Engraved in it was the dark mark. He was gone. Harry had done it? Or was it Lilly? What the Fuck happened. Aurors would arrive soon. What was he to do. He was Harry's godfather. He would get custody. They think you sold them out. Shit. You're right. Decide now. The boy, or the rat. Revenge, or protection. A traitor, or an orphan. He scooped up the baby, and with his own wand cleaned the face. Someday, years away hopefully, he would have a lot of explaining to do. He baby was crying, and there was nothing he could do. He couldn't go home, they'd find him. He couldn't go back to his hiding spot. Dumbledore would find him. The boy would be taken, sent to an orphanage. Surely Lilly's sister wouldn't take him. They hated magical people. The boy would grow up abused, homeless, alone. He couldn't let him suffer that. With him he'd experience the same thing. At least he wouldn't be alone. That was all it took. Sirius went into the smoldering wreckage, and fished around where the Potter's bedroom would have fallen to. He took the Gringotts key, the invisibility cloak, what was left of the family album, Jame's schoolday journal, and last, Lilly's locket. He felt like he was violating her, by taking the piece of jewelry she held more dear than anything else. Even more than her wedding ring. He opened it. James and Lilly were waving on one side. On the other, was Harry Potter.

"Your going to be the most famous baby in our world. Yes you are." The baby grabbed on to Sirius, and was asleep in seconds. "I know little, I know." He put on the invisibility cloak and walk away into the woods. He figured it would be the last place they'd expect him to be. As soon as the glowing mark from above where the house once was, was out of sight, he lay down with the baby almost inside of a very thick trunk of a tree. After three minutes he heard the yelling. The world would soon know that the threat was gone, but the most popular baby in the world, would share the same fate.

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"Get up you ugly little creature. You have to get to school!" Sirius yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"You can't make me" came the response.

"Hey! Just because I don't use magic doesn't mean I can't" Sirius yelled. He swore this kid was worse than James ever was. Hell, even worse than he was. "Do you really want to miss your first day of fifth grade?"

"Yes!"

"Why?" Harry appeared at the top of the stairs wearing his pajamas.

"Because you said I can't do pranks anymore this year. What's the point of school if you can't do jokes on people" Harry argued. His arguing skills definitely did not come from James. Sirius put both hands on his head.

"Look, when I told you of our childhood stories, it was not because I wanted your childhood to be the same way."

"I don't believe you."

"Well maybe you shouldn't, but that's beside the point. If you don't go to school, they won't let you go to Hogwarts" Sirius taunted.

"Again, you're lying. They wouldn't live if they turned me away. You know what the people would do to them. You have to remember, I am a celebrity, who's never made an appearance. And as soon as I flash my prize winning smile, they'll melt like butter in a hot pan" Harry smirked.

"You're in fifth grade, where do you come up with this stuff?" Sirius was awestruck. Even the language and structure was a bit advanced.

"My dad's journal. He was quoting you when you were going to get on the table at dinner and ask anyone to accompany you to the ball" Harry smiled.

"THAT'S IT!!! You are no longer allowed to read that journal. It is off limits, you are too young and too smart, and I forbid you to ever do it again. Now, go to your room" Sirius was visibly agitated.

"Fine, it's where I wanted to be in the first place" Harry said through a fake yawn. He was just in distance to hear Sirius curse and bang his head into the wall. Repeatedly.

"What have I gotten myself into?" he asked himself. Maybe he should have gone after Peter. Peter wouldn't have even put up this much of a fight. He knew, deep down inside, that this kid was killing him. He was dying slowly. The stress was too much. He couldn't take it any longer. He had to get out.

"What's for breakfast?" Harry said. He had obviously disturbed some higher thinking from his guardian (which was rare enough), because he received a very confused look. Harry was already dressed and looked like he knew exactly what he was doing.

"I, uhhh, eggs. I'll make eggs. How do you want them?"

"Preferably deshelled, and fried in a large pan at three hundred degrees. After they reach the cooking temperature, would you kindly toss in onion with chips of the meat of the pig, and slice the egg into one inch by one inch squares, add a half a teaspoon of salt and serve on buttered toast." This did nothing for Sirius's confused face. "Scrambled with onion and bacon chips. And toast" Harry simplified. Sirius nodded and while walking by Harry into the kitchen, he hit him lightly on the head, muttering something that sounded vaguely familiar to "smartass."

About thirty minutes later Harry came down the stairs with his backpack filled with folders and papers and everything his teachers told him to get. He stopped at the mirror, and Sirius took out his wand. He muttered a few words, and Harry felt his scar disappear. "You know it only works for ten hours, so you have to be back by seven so no one will know, alright?" Harry nodded vigorously, and the spark of mischief lingered in his eyes.

"Can we take the corvette?" Harry asked, nearly jumping in his shoes.

"What? You don't like the Mercedes?"

"I like it, but it just seems, overdone and fake. It's all plastic and you can't even hear the engine, not to mention feel it. The corvette, though, that's just really cool."

"You think if you show up in a metallic blue Corvette you'll be cool?" Harry nodded vigorously.

"I have a feeling you're going to make more entrances at Hogwarts than I ever did. Fine, but you know you're walking home. Don't talk to strangers, and if funny people ask you your name, you're-"

"Harry Planters, just like the peanut" Harry rolled his eyes. "Can we go?"

"Yeah" Sirius tossed Harry the keys. "Start it up for me. I'll be out in a second." Harry started walking away. "Wait. Give it to me."

"What. The keys?" Harry asked innocently.

"No, you know what I'm talking about. Give it to me" Sirius wasn't up for games.

"What?" Harry said, visible keeping a straight face.

"Accio" Sirius said, his wand trained at Harry. A long slender object came from Harry's pocket and landed in Sirius's hand. It was a wand. "How many times have I told you not to take this. It is not yours. It was V- Vo- His. This is not a toy for you to play with, and it is certainly not yours." Sirius moaned. This was beginning to get old. Who was he kidding, it became old a long time ago.

"But the first time I touched it, it sent out red sparks" Harry argued. Didn't he ever get enough?

"That is precisely why I am worried. Do not play with this." Sirius handed Harry a lunch box, and after locking the door, they both climbed into the Vette. Sirius turned the key and the engine growled to life. "So, how fast should I be going when I drop you off?"

"I don't think you could go fast enough." Harry said with the evil glint once more occupying his eyes, and this time, Sirius's eyes had the same expression. But Sirius never saw Harry pluck a long slender piece of wood from his own pocket.

*- Hagakure: The Book of the Samurai

This is my second attempt at a story. This one will be updated a lot less frequently than the other, but I thought of it and wanted to get it written. It gives me someplace to start. Tell me what you think. Write a review. Say Hi. Happy reading.