Dislaimer: Okay, everything here is J.K Rowling's except for Venna. So....lets just get on with the story!





Venna stopped dead in her tracks as she was walking away from the Potter's house. She turned in horror to see her best freind's house in ruins. Only minutes ago had she been in that house, talking to them. She started to run towards the ruin of the house, not really knowing what to do.

" Oh my god." She muttered silently as she spotted a body lying in the middle of what was left over of the house. She rushed forth, tripping slightly over bricks and glass from the windows. There, lying infront of her, dead as stone, was James Potter. Venna felt as if her heart had stopped. Tears immediately welled up inside her blue eyes as she dropped down roughly onto her knees beside James' corpse. She grabbed his shoulders with her long, thin fingers and shook him gently, not wanting to beleive that he was dead.


" James! Oh please! James! You can't be dead!" Venna shook him violently now as tears fell down her pale cheeks and fell onto James' lifeless body. Standing slightly, James' body still in her arms, Venna raised her head upward and screamed softly at the dull, gray sky where rain had begun to fall hard and fast.


" Why them? Why not me? I would have died a million times before I see their deaths! Why?" Rain now fell hard onto Venna's upwrad facing face. Her blazing blue eyes stinging slightly as the tears and rain mixed on her thin face. Suddenly Venna fell onto her knees and bent her head low, her black hair streaming into her face. She didn't bother to move it though. A glint of golden light caught Venna's corner of her eye from another corner of the rubble. Venna stood awkwardly and swayed a bit in the wind. A ring, she had seen a ring. Lily's ring. Venna felt a surge of hope, maybe her best friend in the world was still alive. Just maybe.

Venna walked towards the golden glint in the rain, still swaying slightly. Suddenly she lost her balance and plumeted forward onto the ground. She hit her head hard. A wave of dizziness and blackness swept up on her but she slowly shook it off. Blinking her eyes she looked up off the ground at the shape infront of her on the ground. One look at the figure caught Venna's breath in her throat. It was Lily.

" No!" Venna muttered as she stood shakily and wavered for a few seconds. It couldn't be, not Lily. Voldemort wouldn't kill Lily! It was James he was after in the first place. And James' heir. Venna threw herself down beside Lily. She was close enough that she could see Death still lingering in her open eyes. Her lovely eyes. Rain fell hard into them, but they didn't move or flicker. They were emeralds in a wave of dirt. Venna reached out her hand and stroked some of Lily's auburn hair behind her cold ears. More tears found their way out of Venna's eyes and this time, they fell into Lily's hair. Reaching down Venna picked up Lily's limp head and brought it to her forehead so she was less than an inch away from Lily's face. Venna leant down and kissed Lily's forehead as a sign that Death had come and gone. And it had taken Lily Evans Potter, Venna's best friend.

The world stopped around Venna. She could hear nor feel anything. She laid Lily's head down and then stared at her dead friend. A single tear fell from her eyes again as she stood to leave, knowing that Harry Potter, also, was dead. He couldn't have survived when his parents, the greatest wizard and witch she had ever known, had been murdered by Voldemort. Suddenly, through teh silence of her abyis, she could hear a faint crying. A crying that sounded like, no, it couldn't be. Venna perked her head up, her slightly pointed ears senseing someone nearby, someone...tiny.

Venna looked around the silent house searching for the cry. Under a pile of rubble not too far from Lily was a baby. A live baby. Through Venna's terror there was a surge of hope yet again. She scrambled with over the flotsom and jetsom until she found the place where the crying was coming from. She lifted slowly the peice of wood that covered what was crying. She was dreaming, this was all a nightmare! Out from the peice of wood she saw Harry Potter. But how? Venna thought as she picked Harry up gently and hugged him to her tightly. It was her godson. She was to take care of him now. No, Sirius Black was to take care of him. If anything happened to Sirius she should take him. When she looked at Harry to see if he was alright she saw a large cut across his forhead. It was shaped oddly like a lightning bolt. Venna's breath once again caught in her throat as Harry let out a mangled cry as he squirmed in her arms.

" It's alright Harry." Venna told him as she hugged him close again, keeping him warm. " Nothing is going to hurt you now. Not ever again, Vene's here." She cooed him softly as she looked towards Lily and James, lying dead. Did Harry even know his mummy couldn't hold him any more? Or his daddy?

" Ve..." He whimpered while crying softly in her arms, uncomfortably squirming still. His tiny hand reached up and cluthed at Venna's velvet cloak. Venna slowly took out a hankercheif from her cloak and wiped her godson's forehead gently, wiping away the blood. Then Venna heard something, something that sounded like a motor. She jerked her head up fast to see a giant motorbike, regcognised as Sirius Black's. What will Sirius think? Venna thought quickly as she fought her way through the rain and laid Harry gently in his dead mother's arms. Then, as the bike landed, Venna slowly disappeared into darkness behind the house, still crying slightly for her lost friends.


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Sirius Black was restless. He had been up and around all night, looking for Peter. He had just checked Peter's house for him, yet he was not there, not had there been any struggle to get out of his house. Instantly the young, worried man had rushed on his motorbike to Godric's Hollow where his best friend, James Potter and his wife and son lived. Voldemort had been after the Potters since he first came to power. He had been searching for allies who would help him in taking over the whole wizarding world. But the Potters would not join, they refused to. James' parents had been tortured to death for that, and Sirius wouldn't let that happen to James, or Lily, or Harry.

Just then he caught site of something burning slighty in the aray of lightning in the storm. It was in the direction of...oh no! Sirius thought quickly as he spun the giant bike around and sped down the the ground. Blood pounded in his ears, and his heart gave giant leaps as he clammered off the motorbike and looked in horror at the ruins of the Potter's house. His world dropped like a rock from a cliff. He could hear, feel, sense nothing. All he could do was stare.

" Oh God!" He said raising his voice angerly as he strode towards the ruins and spotted someone. Someone who looked oddly firmiliar. James. Sirius bent down towards him and gripped his dead, stone-cold hand.

" No! No! God! No!" Sirius repeated, cursing the name of the person who was supposed to heal, and help. And here, there was only Death. Tears leaked out of the bloodshot black eyes as Sirius gripped his friend by the shoulders and hugged him close only to feel coldness and lonliness. Tears now mixed with the rain on his shoulders as he held what was the corpse of his best friend. The only person who understood him. Now he was dead. All of them were dead.

" Not all of them. Lily.....and Harry!" Sirius muttered as he still held his lifeless friend. They might still be alright. They had to be! They couldn't leave him here, not all alone. He reluctantly lowered James' body to the ground and let go of him. Then he stood quite overwehemled with shock as he started to walk around the house, still deep in hysteria. His world was swallowing him whole, eating him alive. Slowly he lifted a shaking hand and covered his mouth from screaming too loud at the sight of Lily and Harry. Both were pale as death. He rushed over to Lily and bent down to listen to her heart. Nothing, nothing but treacherous silence. Then he looked at Harry. Harry knew he was there and opened one of his large green eyes. He had been crying since Venna had left him, but he had fallen to sleep with exhaustion. Sirius stared blankly at his godson as Harry saw him and instantly reached his tiny hands out and groped for Sirius in a tear filled voice.

" Pafoo!" Harry squealed softly. Sirius reached out his arms and gathered up Harry in them. He muttered as many comforting words as he could remember Lily saying when Harry was scared. Harry no longer squirmed, but cried softly as Sirius held him gently to his chest. Sirius' eyes strayed to Lily, and James on the other side of the house. He put Harry down and then went to fetch James' body. When he found James he lifted him the best he could and held his arm under James' legs as his other arm held his precious head. He carried James over to where Lily lay peacefully and set him down beside her. He straightened out James' body and Lily's as he made them look as restfull as possible. But that was hard to do when he was looking at his dead two best friends.

He picked up Lily's lifeless, pale, long-fingered hand and slipped it the best he could into James' hand. He stood after that, still looking at what he had done. Tears immediately filled his eyes again, and he turned and sat down on a peice of rubble and cried. He cried harder than he ever had before in his life. In his miserable life. Tears rolled endlessly down his dark cheeks, and his chest heaved as he drew a hard breath every few seconds. Suddenly, he stopped his crying as he noticed his misery had caused his godson, Harry to cry.

" No!" Sirius said as he drew Harry back up in his arms and craddled him gently. " Harry, don't cry! Please don't cry! I shouldn't be crying! It won't help them! Nothing will!" Then, suddenly his mind raced back to the night before. All of them had been over at the Potter's house. Even Remus had been there, weak and sick as he was. Venna, James, Lily, himself, Remus, and Peter. But the rat had left early. That was the night the rat disappeared. This struck Sirius as though he'd been slapped in the face. Peter Petigrew. Peter Petigrew was on Voldemort's side. Peter Petigrew gave the Potters to Lord Voldemort. Peter Petigrew....traitor.

A fire blazed inside Sirius. An ambition that had to be furfilled. He had to get to the rat. He had to make him pay. Dearly. His grip tightened slightly on Harry and this made him squirm a bit. Sirius looked down at Harry, and then up at the sky. One star was glistening brighter than the others, The Dog Star. Sirius stared at the star for a while, rain still pouring onto his head and body which were now soaked to the bone. He didn't care though. Time seemed endless. The momements after he had seen Lily and James dead before his eyes seemed to be frozen. He couldn't do anything but stare at the star. He felt Harry tighten his small fingers on his wet shirt. Sirius looked down at Harry with his ebony black eyes.

" Don't worry Harry. We'll make that rat pay! Your parents are not going to be dead in vain." He bent down and suddenly noticed the large cut across the baby's forehead. Sirius stared at it mindlessly as if searching for something right to say to calm the still squirming child.

Out of the black night came the booming of large feet. And enventually large legs appeared from the corner of Sirius' eyes. He looked up slightly to see Rubeus Hagrid, an old friend and companion from Sirius' days at Hogwarts. As if Sirius sensed what Hagrid was going to say he spoke up first, his voice still cracking with tears.

" Hagrid......Lily and James.......Harry.......let me keep him please! He belongs with me!" Sirius said raising his dull, painful glance at the giant infront of him. From underneath all the curly black hair of the giant's head there came a deep, sudden voice that made Sirius jump slightly.

" 'orry Sirius. Dumbledore's orders. I gotta take 'im to live with the Dursleys." Sirius' head snapped up slightly at the mention of that name, and he held Harry to him protectively. He shot Hagrid a glance that only was used by himself when he really wanted something. Hagrid had only seen it once before.

" No! You can't take him to live with....with those horrible people! No! They're not even people! They're monsters! Harry James Potter cannot live with the Dursleys!" The last word from his mouth reeked of hate and worry. Sirius hated those people beyond belief, and he wasn't about to give his godson in to them.

" Now Sirius!" Hagrid started, his voice growing louder slightly. " 'ou can't go disobeyin Dumbledore's rules. He said it 'imself. ' Arry has to come with me, Sirius!" Hagrid gave a pitiful gaze at Sirius' raven eyes. Sirius did the last thing expcted, he broke down completely. He bent over, Harry still in his arms, and he cried his heart out. Gasping for breath about every two seconds. Hagrid looked concerned as he reached his arms out for Sirius to place Harry in. One last tear fell from Sirius' face as it stopped raining and it fell onto Harry's large lightning shaped scar. Sirius leant down and kissed his godson on the forehead where the scar was.

" Goodbye, Harry. Maybe someday we'll meet each other again." He said, and when he said that, he couldn't help smiling just a bit. But then his mind snapped back into reality, and he suddenly remebered what he had to do. As Hagrid turned to walk away Sirius spoke up again, pointing to his enourmous motorbike.

" Hagrid, use my motorbike....it'll get you there faster. I suppose people are curious about what happened here tonight." His voice was still filled with surpressed emotion and he tried to keep his anger under control. He had to get the rat. And kill him. Sirius dropped his hand which had been pointing to his motorbike fast and hard, making it slap against himself.

" Sirius...'re you sure?" Hagrid said looking at Sirius oddly, ever since Sirius had managed to make that bike fly he said he never wanted to part with it again. Sirius had a dead serious expression on his face, and this time that was no pun.

" You'll get there faster. I don't need it anymore." He said softly, his voice now shaking with anger that had been wailing up inside of him. He breathed deeply as he watched Hagrid climb ontop of the motorbike and fly away into the night, soon all the noise of the bike was drowned in the thick night air. Sirius now muttered louder than before as people started to crowd around the house, he was lucky he was hiding in the shadows now.

" You will die Petigrew! Die like you murdered Lily and James!" Then he disapperated with a slight pop. Behind him there was a flash of camera's of reporters that had already found out about the murder by the Dark Mark floating overhead.

Behind a tree at the begining of the forest behind the Potter's ruined house a cloaked figure in velvet with long raven hair strode out towards the road to the end of the street. A reporter turned and got a moving snapshot of the strange cloaked figure as it headed to 4 Privet Drive.



























Hey People! This is the rest of the first part of What Could Have Been cause I didn't have time to finish it when I uploaded the last part! Hope you like it though! I'll post the next chapter when I get at least five reveiws!
~ Cal