Hey! Here is the next chapter! I hope you enjoy it, its long and there is some stuff about Sirius' past with his parents. Please R/R! I don't own Harry Potter or anyone character in the book unless you don't recognize them cause then it might be a made up character! Anyway J.K Rowling owns HP! Thank you!

They had an Order meeting the next day. James had decided to ask about Waters. Dumbledore started the meeting by asking about how people were doing and giving new assignments. When he asked if anyone had anything to say James got up.

"I was wondering if anyone knows about Arnold Waters?"

There was silence in the room. People turned around and stared at him.

"Waters did you say?" Moody broke the silence with a laugh. He turned around and looked at James.

"Yes."

Moody continued to laugh high and cruel.

"What?" James looked around.

"Waters... you're tracking Jimmy's boy."

"I guess," James stood up taller.

Moody didn't stop laughing. Arabella Figg stood up, "Waters has the Malfoy's protecting them. They are more rich and powerful than the Malfoys... no way you are getting him."

"If he is so rich why would he be in Diagon Alley every day?" James asked.

"You're rich," Figg pointed out. "What do you do all day? Waters is just waiting for daddy to die so he can inherit all the money. You will never get him, he's too well protected."

James sat down. He sighed and looked at Remus and Sirius.

After the meeting they went up to Dumbledore. "I thought you didn't know anything about him?" James asked.

"James I didn't want to scare you," Dumbledore sighed. "If you can get him, it would be a big win. He knows so much."

"They said he was impossible to get," Sirius complained.

"I have complete faith it you," Dumbledore put a hand on James' shoulder and James looked at it. "You are the Marauders. Are you going to let him get the best of you?" He looked at Sirius and Remus and the twinkle was back in his eye.

"I don't know if we can do this," James shook his head.

"I believe you can," Dumbledore nodded firmly.

**

A few day the full moon came and left. After Remus transformed he was joined by Sirius and James and they slept down in the basement after Sirius and Remus wrestled.

Remus as always was the first one up and after getting tea from Rosy he sat down to read the newspaper. He had just opened the front page and taken a sip of the hot tea when he spit it out all over the paper. With a wave of his wand the mess was cleaned up and he stared at the paper. He couldn't believe it, it had finally happened.

James came down a few minutes later to find Remus still staring at the paper.

"Remus what's in the paper?" He yawned.

"James," Remus took his eyes away from the paper. He was about to give it to him when an owl flew it and dropped a letter on the table. James picked it up and looked at who it was addressed to, "Mr. S. Black."

"Does this letter have something to do with what is in the paper?" James asked and took the paper.

The Blacks Are Dead!

Two of the most prominent Death Eaters were killed last night by Aurors. The Ministry of Magic calls this a huge victory!

"Sirius' parents are dead?" James asked.

"How will he take this?" Remus looked up at James.

"I don't know," James shook his head and wearily sat down in a chair.

It was a tense time waiting for Sirius to get up. Both Marauders knew that Sirius hated his parents and wished them dead every day but now they were. James figured he would either throw a party or be all confused.

When he came down it was well past 11:00am and they both wished him a good morning. James and Remus met each other's eyes and James cleared his throat. "Sirius I think you'd better sit down," James told him. "Something has happened."

"What?" Sirius asked and his eyes looked at the letter and the newspaper. He looked at both James and Remus and then grabbed the paper and the letter. His face went pale at the article in the paper and he looked at the letter. He muttered something about a late birthday card and left the room.

"Well that went well," James sighed.

"Maybe one of us should go and talk to him?" suggested Remus.

"I'll go later," James looked at the door which Sirius had left through, "I think now he just needs time."

**

Sirius fled to his room. He couldn't figure out if he should be happy or not. His parents were dead. Dead. Not living. Six feet under. He had wished and hoped that they would die but he couldn't believe it now that it had happened. He had always thought of them to be unstoppable and invisible. He opened the letter and snorted in disgust.

Sirius,

I'm sure you have heard of our dear parent's death. I invite you to a private funeral this Sunday at 2pm. Come to the Mansion.

Simon

Sirius immediantly threw the letter into the fire and went to the window. He closed his eyes and thought about them. His thoughts about that day kept coming back to him...

He was 13 years old and he had just come back Hogwarts. His trunk was still in the Entrance Hall and he had wandered into the living room. There on a table was a mask, a black one. Sirius went over to it and picked it up. He had heard that Death Eaters wore black masks. What could one be doing here?

"Power... fame... dignity," he heard his father's deep voice behind him. Thinking he was angry with Sirius, Sirius dropped the mask on the table and turned slowly. "The followers of the Dark Lord are rewarded greatly."

Sirius didn't speak. He looked into his father's eyes and noticed a grin forming on his face. He the turned to look back at the mask and then at his father.

"One day my boy you will be honored beyond your dreams. You will be one of the best, a supporter of the Dark Lord who is almighty."

Sirius gaped at his father, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was his father a Death Eater? "Mom?" he whispered but his father heard.

"Your mother and I faithfully serve him. He has given us so much," his father smiled.

Sirius looked back at the mask and again at this father. He couldn't believe it. He remembered the Great Hall when the owls came in telling students that their parents or siblings had been killed. He remembered them crying, them tearing up the letters or leaving them too weak to do anything. He remembered seats being empty because kids when home for funerals. His parents were responsible for all that, they killed people. People suffered because of his parents.

"You're sick! SICK!" Sirius yelled.

"Sirius the world should be ruled by pure bloods like us. We are the best Sirius. We have to support him, its our duty," his father told him.

"You kill people! Innocent people!"

"Only people who stand in our way," his father shrugged.

"I"M LEAVING!" Sirius yelled and ran past him.

"You aren't going anywhere!" his father's voice rang around him but he ignored it.

Sirius ran into the Entrance Hall, grabbed his trunk and dragged it to the fire. He took some Floo Powder out and threw it into the fire yelling Potter Mansion! He and the trunk went into the fire without looking back.

He landed next to his trunk at their destination. He looked up to find his black haired friend in the room looking at him.

He realized what he had just done. He swallowed and looked around, "Um hi. Can I stay here for the summer?" He asked sheepishly.

"Sirius?" James asked from the doorway.

"Why aren't I glad that they are dead?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know," James walked over to him.

"They were Death Eaters," Sirius looked at him. "They killed so many people. But I still feel sad."

"In truth thought your parents have been dead. Your father died 6 months ago and your mother a year ago," James told him. "They thought of you as their son."

"I know that but for the first 10 years of my life they were the ones who protected, watched over and loved me. They tucked me into bed at night, hugged me after my nightmares and taught me the basic things of life."

"Just one thing separated you though, the idea of evil," James sighed.

"How much did I know though? I was 13 years old," Sirius grinned weakly.

"You knew enough, you are a Gryffindor," said James.

"They were Ravenclaws, not even Slytherins," Sirius sighed. "I just don't get it! Why did they become Death Eaters?"

"I doubt you will ever know," James shrugged and looked around. "What was in the letter?"

"An invitation for my death," Sirius sighed again. "Simon inviting me to a private funeral."

James put a hand on Sirius' shoulder. "I want you to know that my parents considered you the second son they never had. In our father's will it says if I die and leave no heir you are to inherit the Potter fortune."

"Thank you James," Sirius stood and hugged him.

"You're welcome brother," James left with one more look at Sirius.

He was met in the hall by Remus. "Is he okay?"

"He'll be fine," James reasured his friend. "I think its more of a shock than anything and he doesn't know if it is right to miss them."

When James had left Sirius went over to his bed and sat down on it. They had been through so much together. His parents... dead, he couldn't stop thinking about it. When he walked out he had disliked them but looking at his closet he remembered the day he hated them...

Sirius remembered it as a hot summer day. He and James would be returning his Hogwarts in about a week but for right now they were working on the Animagus transformation. James' parents were away and for a week they were under the care of his grandparents and uncle.

There was a hurried knock at their door and Uncle Henry James' favorite uncle came in wand in hand. "James, Sirius," he said catching his breath. "They are coming. You two need to get out!"

"Who?" James asked covering their work.

Uncle Henry looked out the window, "Death Eaters. They've gotten past the wards."

James and Sirius looked at each other.

"Go." Uncle Henry said. "Go down the passageway that leads behind the library and into the back yard near the Quidditch Pitch. Hide in the tall grass or in the locker room below the pitch. Do not stop, do not listen or try and watch anything."

The passageway started in Sirius' room so with Uncle Henry leading them they went into the hall. Uncle Henry left them at the door to Sirius' room with a determined look on his face.

"I love you Uncle Henry," James left Sirius' side and put his arms around his Uncle.

"I love you too kid," he returned the hug and gave him a push towards Sirius. "Go. Protect each other."

Sirius took his arms and they went into his room. They could hear shouts downstairs . As they closed the door they could hear voices coming up the stairs.

"Where is the little brat?" it was a deep man's voice. Sirius stopped.

"Come on," James now took control and they went into the passageway in his closet. They closed the door as two Death Eaters walked in. James and Sirius didn't go down the passageway fearing it would make noise.

"Looks like we found his room," the Death Eater said. James looked at Sirius.

"He's still as messy," the other commented but this time it was a woman's voice. Sirius gasped and James covered his mouth. He gave him a look and they braved the passageway not caring now if it made noise. They had to get away.

They made it to the back of the library after a few twists and turns and stairs. Sirius knew this was sometimes used by the house elves at night. A few Death Eaters were in the library and not obeying Uncle Henry they stopped and listened.

The Death Eaters who had been in Sirius' room were now in the library and Sirius heard a feeble voice and knew James' grandparents were there too.

"Avada Kedavra !" Sirius grabbed onto James when he heard the voice yell the cursed words.

Sirius felt like throwing up. The voice that yelled those words was the same one who used to talk to him, offer advice, say good night and teach him to fly now. It always sounded pleasant but now it was cursed, cold like it had been the day he walked out. He held on tighter to his friend feeling now like his legs were going to give out on him.

"Come on," James motioned to Sirius. When he didn't respond James pulled him out and outside now James made him run. When they got to the tall grass by the Quidditch Pitch they hid and not speaking they waited. Sirius started to cry and he threw up once.

Sirius leaned back. He would never forget that day, the day when his parents killed the Potters. James and Sirius never revealed to anyone who had killed them. They had become much closer after that just like brothers.

**

Sirius was better by the next day. He had woken up and felt liberated almost. His parents were no longer in his life, the memory would always be there and people would always associate him with his parents but they weren't alive anymore. It was a good feeling really.

James had to go to Diagon Alley for a few things so Sirius went with him incase they saw Waters or as James said to help carry the bundles. They were near Quality Quidditch Supplies when James spotted Peter Pettigrew.

"Wormtail!" Sirius called across the street.

"Peter Pettigrew!" James waved an arm trying to get his attention.

Peter spotted them. He flinched and seemed scared as they came over.

"You're back!" Sirius clapped him on the back.

"For a day or two," Peter looked all around. "Its nice where my cousin lives, in the country."

"Come and have a drink with us," James said. "Or food? Ice cream? Come on we haven't seen you for a while."

"Oh... I...can't. Things to do," Peter stammered.

"Oh. Will you come to the Mansion for dinner sometime?" asked James.

"Um sure, next time I'm back," said Peter.

"Good," James clapped him on the back.

"I have top go," Peter said and left.

James and Sirius went about their business. They had to pick up dress robes for Remus as a surprise since he hadn't gotten new ones for awhile. They picked up a few books and were leaving the bookstore when out of the corner of his eye James saw a man all in black. He was staring at them and standing between two stores.

"That man has been following us since we left Peter," Sirius whispered.

"Split up ion Muggle London, try and get a better look at him," James instructed.

They went into the Leaky Cauldron and separated. With a tap of his wand his clothes changed so he now had Muggle clothes on. Sirius walked into the nearest store. It was a strange shop, Sirius went over to the window and seemed to be looking at something on the wall. Someone came over to see if he needed help but he shook his head.

He looked to his left and stared. There was a shiny what did Muggles call it a bike. Sirius had seen pictures of these and he had heard them on the Muggle streets. Sirius walked over to it. It was a big motorcycle or that's what the sign said. Sirius ran his hand over it.

"How much is this?" he asked looking up.

"Excuse me?" the man behind the counter asked.

"This," Sirius was still staring at it. "How much?"

The man gave the price. Sirius nodded and kept looking at it. It was so shiny, so nice. He needed it.

"Sirius," James entered the store. He came over, "Come on Sirus I got a good look at him."

"Look at this James," Sirius whispered.

"Nice Sirius, lets go," James basically dragged Sirius out.

But as Sirius went through the door he looked back and made a promise to himself he would be back. He had to get the it.

**

A week later when James came home from reporting to Dumbledore he heard a loud roaring noise coming from the Quidditch Pitch. Confused James went out there to see a flying motorcycle going around the goal posts and through the goals. James frowned, what was going on.

The figure on the bike saw him and flew over. It was Sirius.

"You bought that thing?" James asked remembering the incident in Muggle London.

"This is the coolest thing ever," Sirius patted it carefully.

"And a muggle shop sold you an enchanted motorcycle?" James raised an eyebrow.

"Well," Sirius looked down at it. "I made some you know adjustments. Do you want to ride?"

"I'll pass," James shook his head.

"Have it you're way," Sirius kicked the motorcycle alive and flew off laughing like a maniac.