How could both of my parents be alive? Why did they leave me behind like that? To fend for myself, sometimes, even praying for a swift painless death.

Fighting Voldemort on my own, year after year in school was not fun. It made me mature faster, than I had planned for myself.

But when does anyone's plan follow through?

Guess what? My parents' plans followed through perfectly.

Well, up to a certain point, at least.

***

Chapter three

Days went by, a lot of things went unsaid. Lily made breakfast and dinner, James and Sirius flew around outside, talking about weather and other small chatter.

Sirius could barely stand it. During lunch, his 4th day there, he finally asked, "Where am I? Why are you two still alive? And where's Harry?"

Lily and James looked at each other, anxiously. "You are in a small château outside of Paris. We're still alive, because we did not die, like everyone originally thought. And Harry is with Vernon and Petunia. It's safer for him there." James replied, calmly.

"Thanks James, I could never figured that out on my own," Sirius retorted.

Lily sighed. "We honestly had no idea you had taken the blame for what that rat bastard did all those years ago. We found out last month. Why did it take so long? Probably communication error. Everyone assumed we knew."

"Yes, but everyone also assumes you're dead." he snapped. "Sorry, that was uncalled for. I just... I don't know how to handle this. How could you just leave your son like that? You know how horrible the Dursley's are! Why would you submit your son to such torture?" Sirius exclaimed. "I'm his godfather, and I couldn't even take care of him, because I went to avenge your death! And you're not dead!"

Sirius' head snapped to the side, as James slapped him. "Ouch."

James grabbed Sirius by the collar and pulled him close. "Harry is with Petunia because he is safe there. Your temper would not allow us to let you keep him. We knew how you would react, and that is why Harry is where he is." James spoke in a soft menacing voice, "You are behaving like a child. Quit it."

James tossed Sirius back into his chair, then stormed out of the kitchen.

Sirius sighed. "Let me help you with the dishes," he offered to Lily.

**

Ok, so this is where it kind of gets weird. I'm 7.5 years old at this point of the story. My parents were alive, and didn't want me. That was a low blow. As I'm reading through these pages, I see something I don't want to.

But itz not as if I can go back in time, and stop it from happening.

**

The sun was setting, and James still hadn't come back in. While Sirius helped Lily prepare dinner, she had a lot to say. He nodded, or grunted in reply.

"We missed you a lot, you know. I can't believe Peter would do that to us, but I suppose if you think about, it makes sense. I mean, before babies are conformed to the world in which we live in, their natural powers are at an all time high. And every time Peter walked into the room after August, Harry would start crying. Did you notice that? I did. That's why we did the things we did. We hoped you'd insist Peter be our secret keeper. We always want the upper hand."

"How can one possibly have the upper hand, if one is constantly hiding and running, and lying?" Sirius asked softly.

Lily looked at him strangely for a moment. "We had the upper hand because, while we put everyone in great danger, our objective was to rid ourselves of Voldemort, and that's what we did."

Sirius shrugged as he started tossing the salad. "Do you miss Harry?"

"Every day of my life," She replied murmured.

"So then, it's almost perfect," he stated.

"Almost. Now all I need is a husband I'm in love with." Lily saw the look of confusion on his face. "I love James, certainly, but I'm not in love with him. He's not in love with me."

"Then why are you together?" he asked.

"We have to be." she replied, and left it at that.

Sirius and Lily sat down at the table, refusing to wait for James. Sirius shook his head at the thought of him.

"What?" Lily asked.

"I was just thinking about Prongs, and what a dick he's being." Sirius shrugged, "I don't understand, and why he expects me to, well, I don't know that either."

"He's a good man, James. He also hated leaving Harry with my sister and her husband, but it really is much safer than here. We're hiding here right now. We're still dead, and probably always will be to the rest of the world. It's the only way we could continue with our jobs, ya know?" Lily rambled.

Sirius shrugged again, thinking back to what they did for a living.

Lily and James we're Unspeakables.

**

When I read that part, I could promise you, I was not expecting that. I mean, so many questions could be answered with that. Unspeakables. No one knows what they do. They could be spies, or theorists. My parents could have been developing counter curses for Unforgivables.

The entire thing was almost inconceivable.

**

In the night sky, the stars shone brightly, and the waning moon, was clear. Staring up at the sky on his broom, Sirius started to think about things he hadn't let himself think about from the day he entered Azkaban.

When he first got his letter, his mother was so proud. Then meeting James and Remus and even Peter. The first time he got detention. His first kiss, his first lover, his favorite sexual position...

"Remus should be fine by now, huh?" A voice asked quietly behind him.

Sirius turned around to face James. "Yup. 4th day was always better. His smile was quick to show, always. I miss that guy."

"So do I," He replied, and pulled in closer. "Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you like that. I know this hasn't been easy for you. It hasn't been easy for me either. I just have to except that the pain I've brought upon Harry will be worth it in the end."

"I'm sorry for yelling at you like that. I guess I'm just not as understanding as you are. I wanted justice, James. And now, I don't deserve it, because a disservice wasn't done, I-" he was cut off by James as he pressed his lips against his own.

At first, he didn't know what was happening. But then, he just melted into it. One hand went up into James' unruly black hair, and the other around his friend's waist.

James forced the other man's mouth open, then darted his tongue back and forth. Both caught up in the desperation and pleasure of the kiss, didn't notice the figure from the top bedroom, smiling.

"It's about bloody time," Lily whispered, and pulled the curtains shut.