~~Authors Note~~~

Thanks to all of my reviewers~ Sorry it's taken so long to update! You know how busy you can get, with school and all! Anyways, I hope you like the next ch!

♠Alyssium♦

Ch8: The Reveled Truth

'Could it be possibly a dream?' James asked himself,

'Could he know?' He shook at the idea of Voldemort knowing how important himself and the rest of his family were.

Going over his recent meeting, he realized that Dumbledore was more that concerned, he was scared. James took a deep breath and came to the conclusion that Dumbledore was usually right about these things.

'Dumbledore himself told you it was just a dream,' he told himself,

'but… his dear old friend had said it seemed so real. And he was scared…'

He idly glanced over at Sirius and Sarah. They were having the time of their lives. This trip had been a good one.

'Why spoil it?' his voice echoed, as he decided to live in the moment.

'I am going to have fun' he stated, and he pushed all thoughts of Voldemort out of his mind.

As the waves rolled in and out a cool breeze fluttered along the sandy beach. It playfully danced with hair and clothes, but it didn't matter much to anyone. Least of all Sarah and Sirius. As they walked down the beach, hand in hand, they shared a secret bliss that only two lovers, who have shared all their secrets in a night of true passion intertwined with love, could understand. These two lovers, now formed into one, as they walked along the coast line for an hour before returning back to their friends, and the normal world of human friendship.

"Well, well, well here comes the lovely couple now," coaxed James,

"Tell me Sirius, did all you two do was talk, or did you experiment in that hour you were gone. You know there is a place called 'lovers den' up by the dunes" The only response James got was a pile of sand throw at him.

"Hey, now boys, play nice!" Lily sneered,

"or else a time out for both of you." she joked, laughing when she got a handful of sand thrown at her as well.

"Yeah, she's right!" Sarah said, blocking Sirius from throwing another handful.

"You're setting a bad example for Harry here!"

They spent the rest of the day together, like this. Laughing and playing around like they were kids. The day was young and so were they; They had no rules, no schedules, no worries… Except one, Peter. This was the only thing, one missing from this utopian outing. Peter would usually take the place of James' defender, and this was secretly missed by all. His devotion could be called somewhat annoying, but it was a factor that they all had lived with most of their lives, and were now so used to it that it wasn't even noticed.

Remus was the only one to consciously miss it, though. He had invited Peter to come along, only the day before.

'But when I had asked him, he got nervous, and said that he already had plans.' And secretly, Remus wondered if something was going on with Peter. Remus, had already noticed that Peter's action had become mysterious lately, but he had no clue what to make of it. If the others had noticed, they had not said anything. So Remus kept his accusations to himself for the time being.

They went back to James' house all lost in their own thoughts, and memories of the wonderful time that they had just spent. Just as they arrived a the house, a small rat jumped into the hands of Harry. Squealing, Harry sent the rat flying straight into Sirius' face. Sirius then threw it at Remus, who threw it to Sarah. Then, at last, it was finally thrown to James, who recognized the rat at once. He lightly tapped the rat with his wand, and he gently let it drop to the floor.

Suddenly the rat was no longer a rodent, but a human. But not just any man, this was Peter Pettigrew. And Peter had the look of a man, who was tired and abused.

"Shit Peter, why didn't you just come to us as a human!? I mean we hardly recognized you!" yelled Sirius, his suspicion rising.

"Well, I didn't think I would turn into a game of Hot Potato!" Peter retorted,

"And besides, being a rat is a very good way of getting around, you know?"

"Oh," Sirius responded, starting to look apologetic.

"Sorry wormtail, old friend."

"Anyways," James voice was stern,

"I need you all to come in now. We need to put Harry into bed, then we'll talk."

As they had come back from the beach, James had made up his mind. He was going to tell them everything. He was going to tell them about the prophesy, and about his family relation to Lord Voldemort.

As they sat down, and air of seriousness surrounded them.

"I have a couple thing to tell you," he took a deep breath,

'I should have told you earlier but---"

"What is it?" Lily interrupted, looking more scared by the minute.

"Well," James continued,

"There are three parts to it. The first, Lily, you know, but the other two, you do not. The first starts with Dumbledore. He had heard a prophesy made by Professor Sibyll Trelawney. She prophesied about one who would bring down Voldemort. Well Harry fits the description in the prophesy, but we are not sure if there are others. I feel that Dumbledore may know, but I do not. But I do know that we need to be wary of Harry's safety."

Everyone took a breath, this was a lot to handle. They all had known about the prophesy, because of the Order, but hearing that Harry fit the description was another matter. This was someone they loved.

"As for the second part, it starts with a story of a woman, my grandmother, to be exact. She was betrothed to a man she did not love. She was forced to marry him anyways, even after she told her parents this, and she ended up having one son, my grandfather. After her parents died, she knew she could divorce him. So she did, and she married a muggle that she had fallen in love with. His name was Tom Riddle---"

"Tom Riddle?!" Sarah interrupted, looking very distressed,

"You mean…' she trailed off in disbelief.

"Let me finish," James told her,

"Well, when he found out she was a witch, he left her, but not before he got her pregnant. She died giving birth to his son, but not before she could name him after her love, Tom Marvalo Riddle. And for those of you who don't know, Tom later changed his name to Voldemort."

Everyone stood in shock. If the first news had scared them, this one had them shaking. And James, not knowing what else to do, continued,

"The last thing happened rather recently. Dumbledore had a dream that Voldemort had discovered all this, and that he was planning to kill me."

"But it was just a dream" exclaimed the wide-eyed Sirius, who by now was standing up.

"Not entirely," corrected James, who was motioning for his friend to sit down,

"Dumbledore himself admitted that he sometimes has dreams that are premonition of what is happening. And he didn't seem to think that this was just a dream."

"The question is," Remus butted in,

"What are we going to do to stop him. I mean we just can't sit here and let him kill Harry…"

No one spoke, for no one could muster up an answer to this question. Everyone was in such deep thought, that they all jumped when the Harry made a sharp cry.

"I'll get that," Lily moved to comfort her child, grateful for any kind of distraction.

"I had thought of this before, and I came across an old spell. It's powers are strong, and Voldemort will not be able to break it himself. He could look at us, and not even know that we are there."

"I've heard of it," Remus said slowly,

"But it only protects one family."

"Yes, it does, but we need a secret keeper to complete it," and seeing the confused look on their faces, he explained,

"A person to keep a secret password, so the spell will hold. The only way that Voldemort could see us, is if he knew the password. So we need someone to keep it, who we can trust. I mean, I can trust all of you, but it needs to be somebody who is not going to say something while he's drunk or anything like that."

It was quiet for a while, then Sarah spoke up,

"I think since, Sirius is Harry's godfather, he should be the secret keeper."

"I c-couldn't agree more," Peter stammered,

"But isn't this sort of thing really complicated?"

"Yes, but the question is, is it worth it?" Lily answered as she reentered the room. The answer was obvious.

"Yes, your lives are well worth it." Sirius said. And silently they went to work. It took hours just to complete the beginning of the spell, but they would never give in, not now that they had started, They worked long into the night, and well into the next morning. And when they had finished, they felt a feeling of overwhelming satisfaction at their accomplishment. They had worked non-stop, but they had helped saved their friends lives.