A/N: This one will be undoubtly the hardest because I will need to follow the dialogue that Lily and James said that is mentioned in the books. Please bear with me and tell me what mistakes I made so I can renew the chapter!!

~The Potters

"James, please turn out the light. If they really are coming today, we'd be better off without it," Lily called from the kitchen. She took one last look around the room before securing the windows with an unbreakable charm.

"Come on, Lils, one light won't hurt," whined James, rolling his eyes at his bossy wife. He was vainly to read by the lamp light-a book about Quidditch- but Lily kept pestering him to check the house over and over and over and over...till the point where James thought it ridiculous to get off his comfortable sofa and make house-checking Round 122 become Round 123.

"JAMES!"

The victim of work sighed and threw down his book. He pulled himself up and clicked of the light with a tap of his wand.

"Oh, and will you get Harry, too?" asked Lily, coming into the room with an armload of Styrofoam. She looked at him beseechingly. "We need to stick together, James."

James nodded seriously, suddenly realizing how dangerous tonight could be. The Bones' were attacked last night, but they escaped quickly. Only Mandrolina, the cat, had been hurt. When that piece of news had reached James' ears, he snorted. Mandrolina was fat enough to repel any spell. Still, he thought it odd that Death Eaters would attack a cat, not a family of Aurors.

"Earth to James," said a familiar voice.

James snapped awake, startled. He glared at Sirius' revolving head in the fireplace before him.

"Getting in touch with your Seer blood? It took me 5 minutes to actually get you to acknowledge me," grinned Sirius, still spinning his head around and around.

"I know, I know, I'm dreaming off these days," sighed James wearily, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

"James?"

"Uh-oh, it's the mad red head. I better go, Prongs," said Sirius, making a face.
"Stop spinning your head, it's giving me a head ache," groaned James.

Sirius only spun faster.

"Listen, P-foot, you've gotta be careful tonight. If Lily and I get attacked...then you WILL-NOT-AVENGE-US!" said James in a fierce whisper.

Sirius stopped spinning. He looked thoughtful.

"No, I can't do that."

"What?! Sirius, there is NO WAY you are going to put yourself in danger!" exclaimed Lily, coming up behind James. She had her hands on her hips and was staring at Sirius evilly.

James gulped. Whoops!

Sirius stopped rotating his head in the fire place and gave Lily a defiant look.

"And do you think Peter would ever be brave enough to payback L.V.?" he demanded.

"Sirius..." Lily sighed and kneeled in front of the fireplace, her long red hair sweeping over her shoulder. "Many people need you. Take Roxanne* for example. She's expecting her first CHILD and you want to go Death Eater hunting? Come on, Padfoot, she NEEDS you!"

James nodded, laughter gone. "Padfoot, you need to stay with Brownpaw."

Sirius groaned, impatient. "Fine!" But he really did not mean it. Lily and James were part of his life.

After Sirius left from much coaxing on Lily's part, James and Lily sat with Harry in the family room, their eyes shining in the darkness. The house was quiet and Lily, holding sleeping Harry in her arms was silently praying. James was equally as subdued.

"James."

Lily's voice seemed panicky suddenly.

"Yes."

"I love you."

"I know."

"James?"

"Yes honey?"

"What will happen to Harry if we die and he doesn't?"

"Oh, Lily, don't think about that!"

"Well?"

"Well what? Sirius will take care of him and we will always be watching over Harry."

"Always," agreed Lily



Roxanne was tall, slim, and had temper that once in awhile erupted. She was right now sleeping in the large, four poster bed she and Sirius shared. Roxanne was lying flat on her stomach, the covers wrapped tapering around her small waist and long legs. Her back rose and fell softly with each breath. She somewhat slept fitfully, as if something was stirring deep inside her brain.

The soft 'whump' of a door closing was heard below, but Roxanne did not awake. She was frowning and muttering in her sleep. Sirius lighted into the room as quite as a dove with silk wings. He stood over Roxanne, with worry on his face. Why was she acting this way? Was someone using a voodoo doll? The last question made Sirius wonder if there was such thing as voodoo dolls. Possibly.

The thought scared him more, so he rubbed Roxanne's back lightly with his hand. She still did not awake, only stirred more fretfully.

"Roxanne!"

This time, the slim blonde sat straight up, her silver eyes darting frantically into every corner of the immense bedroom.

"Lily and James! They need help!" she gasped.

Roxanne's eyes rolled back into her head in a dead faint and her head hit the plump pillows.

Sirius only stood stock-still, as the impact of Roxanne's words hit him. Lily and James need help. So why was he standing here? Of course, the promise that he would not put himself in danger for them.

Grabbing some Floo Powder, Sirius Floo'd over to the Potters, praying it was not to late.



Sirius found he was standing in front of a huge field of rubble, the crumbling brick fireplace behind his back. He gasped at the smoke and odd reek issuing from the destroyed insulation. His head swam and he took out his wand for help. "Point me," he muttered, and the wand spun and stopped, pointing to the west.

Where are they?? he thought with a feeling of pure terror. Then another thought enveloped his mind like an evil cloak. Someone betrayed them. Peter did. Sirius' rage knew no bounds, but he felt a control take over himself that focused his mind on one task: find them.

Sirius emerged from the ruins of the large house a couple minutes later, wondering where Lily and James and Harry where. He saw the overturned shed a little ways away from him and he ran toward it, through the strange fog.

Sirius suddenly stopped and quivered. Someone was watching him. He looked up.

The glittering Dark Mark was wavering high overhead, the skulls' mouth bared in an eternal grin that burned into Sirius' memory. The snake seemed to be writhing and slinking around and around itself, sending enough chills through the young man below to petrify a cat.

"Peter!"

Sirius spat the single word from his mouth like venom, and his eyes grew blood red with revenge.

Far away, Voldemort glided like a hunted animal through the forest, his power diminished.

*Roxanne: Roxanne is Sirius' wife. She is Lucius Malfoy's niece and is a Malfoy. Roxanne has the trademark long, white-blonde hair and silver eyes and alabaster skin. She is a famous Auror and has fiery personality. Please tell me if you want her to end up in other stories. She will, eventually, since she is an Auror. Oh, also, Roxanne is an Animagus coyote ((Brownpaw)) Imperio! Press that button and review! :) ,~'`*;

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