Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter, nor do I put any claim whatsoever onto Harry Potter. I am making absolutely no profit on this, and I am not making this to gain anything whatsoever.

A/N: This first scene is a recreation of the Attack at Godric's Hollow. Some details and lines of dialogue were excluded or altered.

A/N 2: When I was researching things about the Attack at Godric's Hollow, I realized that the Fidelius Charm should still be in effect, and neither Hagrid nor the Muggles should be able to locate the House, because the Secret Keeper (ie. Pettigrew) is still alive, and people that know the secret are still alive (ie. Sirius, Lupin, maybe Dumbledore). As such, I am making Dumbledore go and retrieve Harry.

Chapter 1: A Responsible Godfather

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Run! I'll hold him off-" James Potter was cut off by a brilliant green flash. Lily Potter stumbled into Harry's room, heading directly to the crib where the one year old baby lay, newly awoken and crying from the commotion. Suddenly, the door to the bedroom burst open, and a red-eyed man with pale, chalk-white skin and slitted nostrils stepped into the room, wand in hand.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" Lily pleaded.

"Stand aside, you foolish girl… stand aside now." the man commanded.

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead- please… have mercy… have mercy… Not Harry! Not Harry! Please- I'll do anything!"

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!" Another blast of green light illuminated the house, and Lily Potter dropped to the ground, dead before she hit the floor. The Dark Lord calmly stepped over the woman's corpse and stared at the baby inside the crib. Voldemort pointed his wand at the child.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A final blast of emerald green light issued from the wand, rebounding off the baby and striking Voldemort. The Potter Cottage exploded, sending bits and pieces of wood and stone flying through the air. After the dust settled, the young baby named Harry Potter was still crying inside his crib, unharmed.

Sirius Black was pacing around his room, contemplating his refusal to be the Potters' Secret Keeper. His brilliant plan was to act as a decoy and make Peter Pettigrew the Secret Keeper. No one would suspect it! He regretted not informing his friend, Remus Lupin, about it. He suspected that the werewolf was secretly a spy for Voldemort. Sirius paused. Now that he thought about it, there was a much bigger chance that Peter Pettigrew was Voldemort's spy…

Why had he forced the Potters to make Peter the Secret Keeper? Even if Sirius died for the Potters, which he was willing to do, the Potters would be made Secret Keepers and would still be safe. At that point, the Confundus Charm wore off. Remus Lupin wasn't the traitor, Pettigrew was! Sirius hastily grabbed his magical phone and called speed dialed James. No answer. Maybe he was asleep. He tried again. Still no answer. Panicking, he tried a third time, then rushed over to the fireplace to Floo over. The Potters' fireplace was inaccessible. Frantic, Sirius grabbed his wand and Apparated to Godric's Hollow.

Still in his pajamas, Sirius ran down the gravel road toward the Potter Cottage, or what was left of it. A huge portion of the house had been blown off, a gaping hole in the structure clearly visible under the dull moonlight of the waning crescent. Bits and pieces of rubble were scattered all over the yard, the carefully manicured lawn now scorched and caked with dust. Strangely, there was no sign Dark Mark anywhere in the sky, just the bright stars overhead. Hoping for the best, Sirius stepped over the oak threshold, into the house.

A body was lying on the ground in the hallway. It was James, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. Sobbing, Sirius knelt next to his friend's body. Stricken with grief, Sirius felt as if the world had shattered, like the universe had suddenly ceased to exist. After a while, Sirius heard the dull echo of footsteps approaching. Wiping his tears away, Sirius stood up, wand in hand, ready to face down any Death Eaters that may be approaching, ready to exact his revenge.

"Relax, it's me." said the voice of Albus Dumbledore. He held a small child in his hands.

Sirius tried to speak, but no words came out.

"I-Is that Harry? Wh-what about L-Lily?" Sirius asked, finally managing to ask a coherent sentence.

Dumbledore gave a sad sigh. "Gone. Harry here is the sole survivor. Voldemort must've come here himself, alone. But there is no sign of him. I believe he has become a victim of his own Killing Curse."

"W-What?" Sirius stuttered. "How?"

"I'm afraid I don't know. I assume he tried to curse Harry, but the spell somehow failed and backfired on him."

"T-That's impossible." Sirius said. Peering closely, he saw a lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead. "I-Is that a scar?"

"Yes, it is. A lasting reminder of the Killing Curse that rebounded off of Harry, defeating the Dark Lord. He will always carry this scar. Curses are powerful things."

"I-I'm his godfather. I-I should take care of Harry."

"Harry needs to grow up somewhere away from the influence of the magical world. Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all this fame until he's ready to take it?"

"O-Of course not! That's absurd! J-James would want me to take care of him! J-James would want him t-to grow up with wizards!"

"No. It is better if he does not. I will put him with his mother's relatives. He will be safe there."

"Y-You don't mean the Dursleys?"

"I am."

"Y-you can't! I've heard stories from Lily, a-about the horrendous ways they act, the th-things they do!"

"It is the best place for him to be."

"Y-You don't understand! They despise magic! They'll shun him! N-Neglect him! I'm his godfather! He's my responsibility!"

"It is okay. I will explain to them why they should take care of Harry. He needs to go there, to be safe. Ancient magic will protect him until he comes of age."

"W-Why can't you give him to me? Grimmauld Place is still under the Fidelius Charm. H-He'll be safe there. I-I can take care of him, m-make sure he won't be too spoiled or anything."

"I am sorry, but I can't do that."

Sirius pointed his wand at Dumbledore, fury etched into his face. When he spoke, his stutter was gone. "Listen here, old man! The Potter's will labels me as Harry's guardian in case something happens to them. He is my responsibility and I will not sit around while he is thrown onto the doorstep of some distant relatives of his! Give him to me right now, or I will take him from you!"

For once in his lifetime, Dumbledore actually looked scared. With a baby cradled in his arms, he had no way to reach for his wand effectively. Reluctantly, Dumbledore set Harry onto the ground and backed away. Reaching the threshold of the door, he turned and fled before Sirius could fire anything at him.

Sirius slowly put his wand away, and picked up his godson. He slowly started walking away from the house, devising a plan in his mind. He would give Harry to Lupin temporarily while he turned himself in. Amelia Bones, the Ministress of Magic, would make sure he got a trial. He was not concerned. The Potters' will labeled him as an innocent. He would convince the Ministry to hunt down Peter, letting them know he was an animagus. Sirius had enough Galleons from his inheritance to pay off the fine for being an unregistered animagus. He would take back Harry after his trial, and raise him like James would have. With a new goal in life, Sirius Apparated away.

A/N: I am not portraying Dumbledore here as evil. He just thought he was right. I am not making a GreaterGood!Dumbledore. He just thought that taking Harry to the Dursleys was the best thing to do.

A/N 2: Peter Pettigrew could've Confounded the Potters to prevent them from labeling him as a traitor in their will, but I don't think he would have thought about that. In this story Pettigrew was caught and is in Azkaban.

A/N 3: Amelia Bones is the Ministress of Magic, with Fudge as her advisor. I am making Sirius Black head of the DMLE, and am changing the "no magic at home" rule to be "no magic unless you are in an enclosed environment where you cannot be seen by Muggles (ie. room with no windows, house under the Fidelius Charm, etc.)".