In this, the final chapter, I would like to start with a poem as will be the custom in the sequel. They appear at the beginning or end of a chapter and you can see where the feeling behind them is in the story. They are either sent and written by fans of the story, or found on the internet. This one is created by a fan and re-written a bit by me, with her permission and approval.

Take one last chance at standing.

While I know the ground is shaking, you have to keep on trying.

So, get up, get up, get up now, girl!

She stands but it's too late.

She's been taken by that traitorous fate.

A figure I have learned to hate.

Haunting my children, as I pray

That it won't steal their lives away.

And now it appears.

While I stand there crying real tears.

And while the ceiling is shaking.

I can't hear anything, but my heart that's breaking!

Death takes her away from me.

I scream that this can't be!

"This can't be!"

NOOOOO!


Kira stood in front of James, holding his hands as he twirled her around in a circle on the hovablades. She was wearing her Halloween costume, even though she was done Trick-or-treating. Lily had done a marvelous job on the princess dress and had even let Kira wear make-up as well as glitter; anything to lighten the mood. Harry giggled as Kira and James played their dizzy little game. His sister laughed with glee as everything became a blur of joyous familiarity while they all waited for the last of the trick-or-treaters.

Cota had gone/ had been forced to go, to the Halloween gathering for students in his year, being told by James that he didn't need to worry and that they'd seen worse times than these. A loud whinny echoed across the yard and brought Kira's attention out the window; something caught her eye and she turned her hovablades, stopping herself. James stared down at her, confused. Kira walked flippantly to the window and stared out at the horse in the yard. Candy was tied up and throwing a fit,

"Daddy?" Kira asked. "There's someone coming, wearing a robe," she announced, not taking her eyes from the window as she squinted into the darkness. "... I think...I think it's Peter!" Kira smiled and headed for the door. James smiled at her and glanced out the window... he paused and snatched Kira away before she could take another step.

His heart was frozen and panic shot through his nerves. Peter was wearing the cloak of a Death Eater. There was no way it was a Halloween trick, not even Sirius would have thought that to be funny. James's soul leapt in horror and burned with betrayal he did not want to believe.

"Daddy?" Kira looked up at him with confusion in her beautiful eyes. Hesitating for only a fraction of a second, James kneeled in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders. He knew what this meant, even if he did not want to believe it... maybe it was a joke. It might be a joke... but his instinct as a husband and father made him think otherwise. Yet, would Peter...? No, they had been friends forever...Still.

"Listen to me, Kira," he began, staring at his daughter in her gorgeous little costume. "You know that I love you, but I have to tell you the truth. You know the danger you were born into. You know what the uninformed will think of you. Things probably will change tonight, but no matter what happens I want you to find Remus, and Sirius."

"Daddy?" Kira mused, thinking it was some sort of joke.

"Look after your brother and find them, okay?" James pleaded urgently. "Once the sun rises the light may reveal a different future than the one I want for you. Go upstairs into your room and hide. Close your eyes and do not open them no matter what! Cover your ears, despite what you hear, stay silent, stay hidden."

"But-"Kira protested, trying to keep her voice light as if it were another order meeting where he told her NOT to listen in for the five thousandth time.

"Go, now! Don't let anyone see you," James ordered; his eyes grave and his tone sharp.

"Daddy, what's going on?" Kira cried, suddenly very afraid and gripping his arms tightly.

"Run!" James demanded, the truth of the event dawning upon his mind. He pushed Kira towards the stairs. She was overtaken by fear, but ran up them and into her room; unsure of what to think. But, she couldn't just hide! Kira opened the trap door and crawled out onto the balcony, crouching low. She saw Harry lying on the couch, her eyes drifted over to James and she ducked lower. Then room made to be hidden and keep her safe, but she couldn't just hide there and wait as her family was in trouble!

'What's going on?' Harry looked up at his sister and waved, Kira waved back, smiling a comforting smile, and then went back into hiding and watching the room as she had done during the Order meetings. Lily entered the room, hearing James's shouts.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"

They heard a crash, and Lily and James exchanged horrified glances. He was here, and there was nothing they could do about it. Lily grabbed Harry out of his crib and ran to his room at James's command. She slammed the door and took a gasping, shuddery breath as she lay Harry in his crib and tried to think of some way to get him out of the house and to safety, or at least get someone to come and help them. James held his wand ready, there was no way to stop Voldemort, but he had to try to save his family. He knew many of Voldemort's victims either tried to flee, or attacked all at once. Both actions failed, he knew he'd fail as well, but at least he'd buy his family some time. Voldemort entered the living room and had to dodge an attack.

He had expected that, most of his victims tried to strike him before he could see them, but this one seemed different, more like a warning. Dumbledore was the kind of person to do that, shoot a warning. Was he there? Voldemort produced his wand, and slid around the corner, wand raised. He saw James in attack position, and merely laughed; a dark menacing laugh that seemed to shake the walls. Voldemort cut off his laugh, with the start of an attack. James countered the Dark Lord's attack with one of his own. Voldemort was pushed back a step, and a battle started.

A duel to end all duels, a fight that would forever be remembered as the greatest fight a father had even done in order to defend his family from Voldemort. The Death Eaters waited at the meeting house, waiting for the Dark Mark to shine in the sky; all except one. Peter stood behind the Dark Lord, as he was told to come and prove his loyalty, an ashamed look on his face.

His eyes glanced around the room as the duel raged on, he cowered in the shadows and tried to ignore and forget the look James had given him when he walked in; that sad, betrayed look that was sent ice sliding into his stomach. Peter had never seen that look on James before, and it cut through him; eating away at his very soul. He couldn't bring himself to help Voldemort attack, and for that his master shot nasty comments and glares his way, calling him a coward.

Voldemort fired at the same time James did and their spells locked, fighting a battle their commanders could neither stop, nor help. Voldemort cast his eyes to the photos on the mantle and saw the family picture. His eyes scanned over Kira and he sneered.

"Pretty girl. My daughter will love her new playmate."

"Passing down your evil to your child? Every time I think you couldn't be any lower you pull something to prove me wrong," James growled, knowing that Voldemort was just trying to distract him.

"My daughter, unfortunately, does not wish to be a Death Eater," Voldemort stated, his voice calmer than the situation. It was as if he was talking to a stranger on the street.

"Then why deny the wishes of mine?" James snarled as their spells sparked and hissed, sending fizzes of green and maroon sludge to the floor, burning holed through it.

"Yours," Voldemort's tone was mocking as he said this. "Doesn't get a choice; it is her destiny to become mine, that is the reason she was created."

"She will never belong to you!" James's voice was steady and smooth, sending Voldemort's mind through a hurricane of questions. No begging for his life, no pleading, no groveling, no cowering, no hiding, no bargaining, no screaming curses… James was not human! No man faced the Dark Lord as he did, no one! He fought as if he had everything to loose, but his life wasn't high on the list of what he wanted to save.

Voldemort fired a new spell as the two from before finally vanished. James reflected it back to him and Voldemort reflected it back at James in a deadly tennis match. The spell grew in strength with each pass and was soon a volleyball sized concoction of sure peril. James swung his wand like a tennis racket as they both dodged and moved about the room. James had the advantage as he did not have to watch his step, knowing the layout of his home far better than the Dark Lord did.

Then James knocked the spell back extremely hard, making Voldemort have to bend over backward to catch it. This gave James time to power up a counter curse. The two spells hit and erupted in an explosion that singed the walls and floors between them. The smoke rose and steam hissed as the two attackers faced each other.

"You're a lot stronger then I thought, but no matter, you will lose," Voldemort sneered, James had been hit in the explosion, his right arm was limp, now was Voldemort's chance.

"If I can give nothing more then my life for my children to have a safe world," James retorted, pausing and making it clear that he was not backing down. "Then I'd gladly give my life," he stared Voldemort straight in the eyes, he was not afraid.

Voldemort readied himself for the killing blow, but another thought crossed his mind. He knew one of his Death Eaters would have loved to make a puppet out of James and if Mr. Potter was a Death Eater, the Squire wouldn't be far behind. So all he'd need to do was kill the son as the wife wasn't much of a threat. Then he'd have the angel and two new Death Eaters.

"Imperio!" Voldemort cast.

James felt his body tremble, but his mind was focused and Voldemort was unable to gain control. He was stronger in soul than that spell was and Voldemort soon knew it and moved to try a new approach. James began to shout a defense curse, but was too late. Voldemort, eyes dark and emotionless, raised his wand and shouted, "CRUCIO!" James took in a quick breath of air as a pain like lightning traveling through his veins and torched everything it touched. Then the world seemed to dissolve in a bright white light and he felt his body hit the floor.

Peter heard a faint gasp and quickly muttered a silencing spell. He pointed his wand at Kira and used the spell just before a scream reached her throat. A silent scream rang through out the house; one only Peter could hear, one that engraved its self in his memory for all eternity. Kira leapt away from the balcony and dove into her room. She couldn't hide anymore, not while her family was in such trouble. It was as if her heart couldn't take standing by and watching.

She flung open her door and ignored the fear pumping through her. Finally reaching the dumbwaiter, Kira lifted herself in and shot down. She rushed to Harry's room and ran over to Lily as the spell wore off. Lily saw Kira with tears streaming down her eyes, and opened her arms to embrace her frightened daughter.

Lily had heard the faint thud on the floor, and she knew what it was, and tears filled her eyes. She saw Kira and knew that Kira had seen everything. Lily held her children close, and calmly spoke an incantation, "Blood to blood, I beg of thee, hold strong the power of family. Heart by heart, soul and wand, straighten our eternal bond. Shield of kin-"

At that moment, Voldemort crashed through the door to the room. Lily finished the spell in a whisper as she stood up, pushing Kira behind her and placing Harry in his crib. Lily begged for him to spare her children, hoping the spell would work and he would not be able to hurt them.

"My dear, I do not wish to kill you. Stand aside and you shall not be harmed," Voldemort stated, not used to the mother basically saying take me instead of my children. He'd encountered a Muggle who'd killer her own baby, trying to keep it silent while she hid.

"Never!" Lily shouted back, keeping one hand on Kira, who'd engaged in her habit of hugging her parent's leg when she was scared, and the other holding her wand. "I'd rather perish then give up my son!"

"Crucio!" Voldemort cried, causing Lily to drop to her knees and squeeze Kira's shoulder harder than she'd meant to. She screamed.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" Lilly cried, trying to keep herself in front of her baby, so Voldemort couldn't attack Harry. But the curse was sending quakes through her bones and she felt like she'd break at any moment. Kira saw Lily's condition and climbed up the crib to shield her baby brother. Her pretty outfit blocking sight of Harry as she stood.

"Stand aside, you silly girl… stand aside, now…" Voldemort ordered, trying to move her.

Lily pulled herself up, shot out a spell, and Voldemort barely dodged in time.

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-" Lily sobbed, bringing the Dark Lord's attention back to her.

"Go away," Kira whispered urgently, "Go away, go away!" an icy mist seemed to fill the room and all the occupants shuddered, it was like death itself was greeting them. Voldemort looked back to Kira and Harry.

"Not Harry!" Lily screamed, her terror seemingly gone. "Please…" she paused and stared at him with eyes that shone with tears. "Have mercy," her voice came out in a whisper. "Have mercy!" she said more strongly. Her strength shone through as she stared him straight in the eyes and showed no fear of him. This unnerved the Dark Lord, how could these two parents be unafraid? It did not matter, they'd be dealt with anyway.

Voldemort laughed a malicious, cold, laugh, raised his wand and shouted, "Avada Kadavra!" An Erie green light filled the room along with a scream of a desperate mother. Lily felt the curse singe her nerves and her breath caught in her chest. Then she fell, casting final looks to her children, whom where now utterly alone. Her last memory was filled with the high-pitched scream of her daughter.

Harry stared at his mom, then glanced at Voldemort, and then looked over to Kira, wondering, 'who is this man? Where is Daddy? What's wrong with Mommy, why won't she get up?' Kira, filled with a deep desolation and hate for the man who'd laughed as he'd taken her parents, rose to her feet, retaking her mother's place in front of the small crib where Harry lay.

Voldemort looked at her, the princess taking a stand against him, and said, "I've gone through a lot of trouble to get you young lady," he lifted his wand one more time, to kill Harry.

Kira flooded with rage and felt a power in her growing. 'They died saving him!' her mind screamed, feeding fuel to her power. She yelled, "You will not kill my brother! A monster like you can't!"

Voldemort merely smiled, and prepared to fire over her; but this time when he said the spell, the green light filled the room, and so did another. Kira, surrounded by a pure white light coming from her eyes, calmly said, "You will not hurt my brother! And you'll never take me."

"Avada Kadavra!" Voldemort shouted again, pointing his wand at Harry's forehead. An emerald green flash sparked before his wand and he saw the spell change, then it hit the white light and erupted in a bright rainbow glow.

Fear filled the Dark Lord's eyes, and with a massive explosion, every thing was gone. All that remained was Harry, with a small lightning shaped scar, and a very tired Kira, collapsed on the floor. A few seconds passed in silence, until Harry cried. Kira, hearing the baby's cries, opened her eyes and stood on unsure feet. Her eyes went about the room and she quickly peered down into Harry's crib.

He cried in pain and stared up at her. She reached into the crib and took him into her arms. Harry whimpered and tears streamed down his eyes as he clamped them tightly shut. Kira grabbed a cloth diaper and tied it around Harry's head, stopping the bleeding. She panicked and looked to Lily.

"Mo-Mommy," she cried. "Mommy? Wake up!" Yet Lily didn't stir and Kira was reminded of Neville's parents. She placed Harry back in his crib as his eyes closed and he seemed to slip into a light sleep.

Kira stayed silent and her mind went to James. "Daddy!" She gasped. She snatched up Voldemort's wand and then ran down the hall, and into the living room. The house was in flames and Kira ran towards her father. Peter, jumping from around the corner, grabbed her, picking her up from the ground and holding her back.

Kira kicked, but was powerless as he held her off the ground and the wand fell from her grip. "Let me go! Daddy!" she screamed and fought desperately. Peter wrapped his arms around James's daughter as tears fell from his eyes. Kira kicked at Peter.

"No!" She cried, wrenching free from his grip. She kneeled next to James, sobbing. Peter went to grab her again and she crawled into her father's arms.

"K-Kira..." Peter started, finding himself unable to go near James's body as his still open eyes stared up at Peter. Fear. Guilt. Shame. Those emotions blocked him. "Come with me-"

"Go away, y-you-you murderer!" Kira shouted back, not even looking at him. James moaned and his eyes twitched into life.

Peter backed up, not wanting to feel Kira's power and knowing Sirius would be after him. He knew Sirius would not touch him if he had Kira. Sirius would back down if he knew it could mean the life of one of James's children. Peter also knew Voldemort wanted the girl. There was only one other option if they didn't get Kira. "Listen to me. I had no choice-"

"There is ALWAYS a choice! You just have to be brave enough to take it!" Kira cried.

"You don't understand-" Peter tried again, his eyes mindful of James.

"Understand what! I trusted you! Daddy trusted you!" Kira sobbed, quickly losing her strength.

Peter stared down at her. "Listen, you don't know the consequences if you stay here," he argued.

"I don't abandon the people I care about! If it hurts you so bad then why don't you stay and DO something!" Kira retorted, looking over at him with the world's saddest eyes.

James opened his eyes and jerked to shield Kira. Peter looked at him and whispered a silent, "I'm sorry."

James did not reply, he was weak and glowered at Peter with unforgiving eyes. It had been a trick all along! Peter had known what this night would bring and yet he'd seen them just days earlier.

"Why didn't you just go stay with your cult?" James snapped. "After you knew you'd betray me you should have left!"

"They told me to be a spy," Peter justified, though the truth was that he hero-worshiped James and had lied so he could walk where he didn't belong and wait for James to hurt him enough to justify tonight's scenario. But James never did, he was a good friend till the end.

"We would have protected you," James snarled, trying to climb to his feet.

"No!" Peter cried out in fear that made James steam with rage. "No! They- You don't understand!"

"UNDERSTAND!" James roared.

"No," Kira gasped, suddenly very afraid.

"I understand perfectly!" Bellowed James. "You were always out for the biggest, strongest group and now that the order is falling on hard times you've betrayed us! I was your friend, Peter! Or don't you remember!"

"Stay back!" Peter ordered.

"Why?" James growled, his frustrated confusion evident on his face. "Why, Peter? When exactly did you start thinking I'd hurt you?"

"Daddy," Kira shuddered.

"Stay away!" Peter shrieked.

"Please," Kira whimpered.

"Why!" James demanded.

"Don't!" Peter yelped, though James had not even raised his wand to attack.

"Mommy," Kira whispered.

"Tell me!" James ordered.

"Back!" Peter shrieked.

"Won't." Kira whimpered.

"Peter!" James snapped.

"James!"

"Move."

James stopped moving and a loud thunk bellowed from his chest as his heart seemed to explode. He turned to Kira and she sunk to the ground.

"Ignore him," Kira whimpered. "Please, daddy, please! Go help mommy!"

James couldn't breathe as he realized why it was that Peter knew he'd be attacked. He looked up at Peter with eyes no longer angry, but so deeply hurt that tears could not even swell up in them. His mouth hung open and his eyebrows were oddly feeble and seemed to slope downward towards his ears while becoming higher at the front. Confusion. Denial. Shock. And a deep, heart-breaking sorrow that was so great it pained James to his knees. He felt limp and was afraid to run into the room and see her dead.

"Kira," Peter whispered softly.

"Bugger off!" Kira screamed, running to her father.

Peter saw James place his hand on his daughter and his expression towards Peter began filling with an unearthly rage. His fist clenched upon his wand and his eyebrows suddenly strong and twitching.

"Kira," Peter started, hoping to use the child as a shield. "You have to come-"

"No!" she cried. "I'm staying with daddy."

"Peter," James whispered so Kira couldn't hear as he pushed her behind him. "You have taken from me something that cannot be replaced, and in return I'm going to take your life someday. Stay away from my children."

"N-n-no!"

"GET OUT!" James roared and jumped forward to attack.

"Avada Kedavra!" Peter bellowed, pointing Voldemort's wand at James. A wand James hadn't seen or expected. It hit James's spell and filtered through it, leaving a nasty burn on Peter as the wall behind him erupted into flames. James, however, fell to the ground.

"D-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-d-d-y-y-y-y-y-y!" Kira screamed a blood curdling cry of pure terror.

"Th-there!" Peter shrieked at Kira. "If you'd have just come with me I'd have never done that!"

"No-o-o-o-o!" Kira cried, jumping forward towards her father.

Peter hesitated, but James was still moving, if only slightly, and he clutched his wand. Peter yelped and apperated away before James could fire a spell at him. They'd have to go to plan B.

"Kira," James gasped, pain flooding through him, the lack of skill in the spell being the only reason he was still alive.

"Daddy, get up. Please, please, don't leave me all alone!" Kira begged frantically. "Mommy won't get up, Daddy," Kira whimpered. "Harry's hurt, please, get up, please."

"Kira, my daughter, don-don't cry," He paused. "You have to get Harry and yourself out of here-"

"What about you, Daddy?" Kira looked him in the eyes, her fear showing through them like beacons.

James put his hand on the side of her face, trying to convince himself that it would somehow turn out to be okay. Yet how could he let her go? He'd only had her barely two years! How was he supposed to let her go after only two years? How was he supposed to let Harry go after only one?

Kira whimpered, "I don't want to be all alone! I-I'm scared, Daddy."

James was silent for a moment. "Life is a series of events, the better those events the better your life. I've had a great life, dear-"

"Daddy, don't leave me!" Kira begged, gripping his wrist and shivering. "Please, don't leave me! I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry! I-I'll change I promise! Just please don't leave me! I'm sorry if I was bad-"

"This- is- not- your- fault," James looked up at his daughter with horror filled eyes. She thought this was all her fault. She'd listened during the meetings and she thought this was all her fault. James shook his head. "This is not your fault," he said sternly. "You have NEVER done anything wrong."

"But Mr. Dumbledore said bad things will happen to bad people. That's the way karma works," Kira shook and James felt a sharp twinge in his heart. "Peter wouldn't have… if I had only-"

"Sometimes bad things happen to good people. There's nothing we can do about it…" James took a shuddering breath and knew his time was running short. "I need you to promise me- promise me you'll watch over Harry," he smiled as best he could, though his world was hazy, as if already he was speaking from beyond the grave.

"No, no, don't leave me!" I'm sorry! Please, I'm really, really, sorry!

"Kira, I'm not going to leave you. As long as you and Harry remember me I'll watch over you, but I need to know you'll watch out for each other," James soothed her, wiping her tears away.

"I'll watch over him forever! As long as I'm alive, I'll protect him! I promise you!" Kira promised, feeling her father's time coming to a quick end.

"That-tha-that's MY a-angel," James smiled weakly, staring at his daughter. Her beauty at that moment was amazing. Even as tears glistened on her cheeks and her little dress was covered in blood, she looked like a princess.

There wasn't enough time to tell her what he needed to say. There wasn't enough time to explain death to her. He didn't have time to protect her, he needed more time. It wasn't fair! He just needed more time! It wasn't right that someone could steal his life away without regret. "I love you so much that this doesn't hurt. My love for you is stronger that any evil. You and Harry, never forget that." His words echoed as his hand slowly slipped down his daughter's face.

Kira took hold of his hand, closing her eyes and letting the tears fall. Yet when she was about to answer, she heard Lilly's voice, from at the reunion. 'Harry is my son... Kira?... Kira is nothing. Harry is our everything.' She held on to James's hand, shaking.

"Don't die," Kira whispered. "Please!"

"Just pr-prom-promise me you'll kee-keep him sa-safe," James smiled at her as his voice became too hard to force out. Her eyes were full of questions she needed him to answer, but everything was happening too fast! Her father was slipping away and nothing she could do could stop it. Everything was happening too fast! She wanted to ask so many things, but she felt more like she didn't want his last sight of her to be filled with tears.

Kira stayed by his side and no more tears fell, she was past that point of sadness. She had been told that she was powerful and was going to live a long life. However, she wanted nothing more then to break... to stop... to die. She couldn't take the pain of her world crumbling to ash. These people cared so much for her; they cared for her as their daughter, even if she was a lab experiment. Without them...she was lost. She opened her mouth, but James's eyes slowly closed and he escaped his world of suffering, unable to fight death any longer.

Kira sobbed deeply and rose to her feet, she knew they were gone, she felt it. Her heart felt like there was a piece missing. One that she'd never get back. The clock showed only a minute or so had gone by. This was all too fast! She ran down the hall and over to Harry.

'What's going on! What happened to mommy? My head hurts! Kra!'

Kira kneeled down next to him. His eyes met hers and his heart ached when he saw the look on her somber face. He looked to his sister for an explanation.

Only, there was no way Kira could have explained to him about good and evil. No way she could have taught him that sometimes things went wrong. No way of even showing him that you couldn't tell anything about a person merely by their actions, but that you had to use their words AND actions to find their heart, because she herself didn't understand what had happened.

She was waiting for her Mommy and Daddy to get up. They were just resting, they'd get up! So how was she supposed to tell her innocent baby brother, that there was evil in this world that one couldn't stop?

"Mommy and Daddy love us very much," she started. "But, they aren't... they can't... Oh," she was mad at herself as she started to cry, and his bright green little eyes stared up at her. She didn't know how to tell him that they had to wait for James and Lily to get up, like Neville's parents. "Mommy and Daddy… for right now, it's just me and you now Lion; just me and you," She smiled at him as best she could.

'Just me and you?... Just me and you.'

"I-I'm going to get my bag and then come back for you. We'll fill the bag with everything we'll need and can get quickly... then..." Kira didn't know, she just leapt to her feet and ran to get her bag. Harry watched her go and slowly started to drift into a sleep. Safe in the comfort of his home, with his family.

He peered around the room, somehow he knew they were gone… not gone the way Kira had meant… but really gone. Only everything was so confusing and his head is pounding.

He started feeling dizzy and it was hard to stay awake. Kira returned and there was hardly any room away from the fire. The building creaked and moaned, ready to fall.

"I don't know when they're going to wake up," Kira explained. "Remus said this happened to Neville's parents and they'll wake up some day."

Harry looked up at her with tired doubt. Yet, he wanted to believe what she was saying. He wanted to believe they'd be okay and that his parents would wake up and they'd all be a family again. Kira seemed to believe they were still there, still on earth, only asleep. Harry looked around groggily as Kira tried to find a fire free path.

"In fact," Kira spoke again, her voice high pitched with fear. "They'll probably wake up soon." She felt like they were still there, some warmth was inside her, she felt loved so they couldn't be… The fire in the hallway forced them back into Harry's room. Kira held Harry close to her and looked back to their mother, as if she might wake up then and there.

Lily was always kind, loving, gentle, sweet, perfect. Everything Kira and Harry could have hoped for in a mom. Even when she'd hurt Kira that night at the party, Kira could feel nothing but saddened love. No matter what, Kira loved her Mommy and Daddy, no matter what happened. She loved them so much it hurt, but it made her happy.

That was how it was at the Potter house. Love. Happy love, cheerful love, nothing but love. That was something she hoped Voldemort could never take from them. And at that moment, she loved her brother. She tried to get out of the room, but the fire blocked her path. She placed Harry in his crib, wrapping his favorite blanket around him. She traveled back to the blocked hallway, trying to find a way through. Harry cried loudly and Kira looked up as the floor came crashing down upon her.

"AaahhhHH!" She cried, pinned down and barely able to see out. Harry cried louder and she struggled to free herself. Burning embers crashed to the ground and started to grow into flames.

"Kra! Kra!" Harry cried fretfully.

"I'm with you, Lion! Don't worry!" Kira called.

The fire started to leap into the room and she did the only thing she knew to. She reached out and grabbed Harry's crib, the metal burned and she grimaced. Her body glowed in a white light that surrounded the crib, keeping the fire at bay, and making the debris bounce away. As long as she could hold on, Harry would be safe. She held on as tightly as possible until the entire crib was glowing white.

Then Kira felt herself go weak, having used all her power. Her hand fell and she barely pulled it back, just in time, as more of the second floor crashed down with a crackle and a hiss. Kira lay in her trap, unable to move as the minutes ticked by into an hour.

"Hold on Harry! Hold on! Just a bit longer," Kira yelled, struggling not to scream in pain as the heavy frame pushed on her chest. She looked out through the tinny window of her prison and all hope seemed to fade as she was pressed down so hard that she could barely breathe and Harry started to fall asleep as the smoke and heat lulled him towards another world… However, their luck changed as they heard footsteps. Harry opened his eyes. 'Cry!' Kira mentally begged him, 'cry so you'll be heard!'

"Help!" Kira screamed, but her voice stuck in her throat and a sharp sting traveled through her nerves. Kira again tried to scream, but without sound. Her mommy and daddy were there, so she didn't need to worry about someone from the lab finding her, all her thoughts were now focused on being found for the first time in her life she wanted to be found. Harry cried loudly and someone burst through the crumbling wall. The giant man walked through, his eyes searching and locking upon Harry.

"Yes, yes! Get him out of here!" Kira screamed, yet it came out as a whisper. The man picked up the baby and looked around the room. Harry looked at Kira; she nodded and her eyes plead for help as she tried to scream, but there was too much weight on top of her, crushing her. She tried to move the debris, but her hands were burned and unable to get a grip on anything.

"Kra!" Harry cried, looking at her.

Kira nodded, pleading the man to understand.

"It's 'lright lad," The giant man said, heading for the opening. He forced his gaze away from Lily's body and barely held back tears.

"Kra!" Harry cried again, louder. "No! Kra!"

"HELP ME!" Kira screamed, her words coming out in a gasp. "Please! Harry!"

"KIRA!" Harry cried, saying the name as clear as a bell. The man froze and looked down at him in shock. Kira stopped and some of her pain was pushed aside by the surprise.

"He said my name," she smiled, not caring about any of the pain. She wasn't alone. They had each other as long as-

"I got'n orda ta git ya out," The man said as he stepped towards the wall. "So out ya will go."

Harry cried louder and Kira screamed. However, the man didn't hear them over the inferno and quickly carried Harry to safety. Kira stared after them. Hagrid entered one more time; he walked into the room, using an umbrella to douse the flames in the hall. Kira cried in pain as he stepped over her.

'He can't see me!' She realized. Hagrid looked through the house for any chance of survivors; each minute bearing more pain into his big heart. The singe marks from the spell, the burning family portraits. Hagrid blew his nose and tried desperately to be strong as he grabbed a portrait that hadn't been destroyed yet.

"They didn' deserve it," he sniffed, staring at the faces. "You MONSTER!" he roared, knowing Voldemort was gone, but still wanting to curse him. Hagrid glanced around once more for a survivor. He didn't see one and quickly retreated back to Harry as the Muggles arrived, slowly making their way to see what had happened.

A loud rumbling echoed through the house. 'Sirius' Kira begged, recognizing the sound. 'Sirius, please help!' The motorcycle parked and she heard boots hurrying towards them. Hagrid and Sirius exchanged urgent words and Sirius rushed into the house, his eyes shot up to Kira's hiding spot. He tried to head up the stairs, but easily saw that the hallway was engulfed in flames, Kira couldn't be up there and if she was...

"Kira!" He shouted, trying to find her, then his eyes locked onto James and suddenly nothing mattered anymore. He heard Harry's cries and backed out of the house. Hagrid, speaking softly, said:

"It's not yer faul'… nothi' ye coulda done."

Sirius listened to the comforting words as those and more flowed from Hagrid. Then, as Harry cried again, Sirius looked up.

"Is… Is he alright?"

"This little one's never gonna be okay," Hagrid blew his nose into a big handkerchief.

"Give Harry to me, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, I'll look after him-"

"I can' I got ter orders from Dumbledore," Hagrid shook his head.

"I!" Sirius yelled, "am his godfather! Not Albus Dumbledore!" His rage burned even fiercer than the fire that was engulfing the house.

"He is ter go ter his aunt an' uncle's," Hagrid shook his head sadly.

"I new Albus never truly trusted any of us, but this isn't his choice to make!"

"Do not go against Albus Dumbledore!" Hagrid bellowed. The pure volume of his voice seemed to pierce right through Sirius and he turned swiftly towards the house, almost sure he'd heard a tinny gasp that must have been Kira. If she was in there… no… no one was left but Harry. He turned back to Hagrid and a tear streamed down his cheek. He held out his arms limply and Hagrid hesitantly lowered Harry into Sirius's arms, though he made it clear that it was only for a little bit.

"I'm sorry," Sirius whispered only to Harry. "But I promise I'll make that… he'll pay. I swear to you. He'll pay for this." He looked up to Hagrid and handed over his godson. "Take my bike… I won't need it anymore," Sirius said in a voice dripping with such deep sadness that it matched the sound of rain. "Go. Now. Before the Muggles come. Get Harry away from here. GO!"

Hagrid knew there was no point in arguing. He'd done all he could for Sirius. He jumped on the bike and was gone. Sirius did not watch the bike go. He stared at the burning inferno that had once been his best friend's home.

"Prongs…" Sirius's voice came out a shuddering moan. Kira watched in horror as a strange darkness came over his eyes and he apperated with a bang like thunder. She stared at the spot he'd disappeared from in silence. Weren't they going to come back? Wasn't anyone going to help her?

"M-mommy," Kira cried. She heard a creak and looked up as a giant, fiery beam fell towards her. "Daddy!" she screamed. 'This can't be!' She took in a quick breath and tried to use her new found power to protect herself, but after only a few moments, it was too weak and she collapsed.

'No!'

End

Seriously.