b Oh my god I'm so sad, I can't believe that I've finished it, I never thought I would! I'm feeling very upset right now!

I want to say thank you to everyone who read this story and left me reviews, they are all very much appreciated, and they keep me writing.

I also want to see what everyone thought about me writing another sequel to this one, where they don't die, just because I love writing about these characters so much and I don't want to stop! Would that be a good idea, or should I just stop here?

Well thank you again for reading, I hope you enjoy this last chapter.

Double Decker

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Sirius Black returned from his work at the Ministry, he was tired and just felt like flopping down a sleeping.

He stepped inside his house and lay straight down on the sofa.

"Emma?" He called out, "Emma are you here?"

He sat up again after there was no answer.

"Emma, Emma?" He called getting worried.

Then his eyes fell upon a note on the coffee table, he picked it up and read it.

"Paranoid." he said to himself, Emma was at James and Lily's house, but then again no one could blame him for being worried, not after what had happened.

He supposed he had better go down there, they could be waiting for him.

He sighed, he didn't feel like going anywhere at the moment, He went out into the hall, and he had an idea.

He opened the door excitedly and ran out of the house and into a small garage that was attached to the side.

At the moment it was completely empty, he and Emma did not have much to put into but there was on thing in there.

Inside lay a gleaming motorbike, it was Sirius' secret project, he had told no one about it, probably because he wasn't supposed to be bewitching a motorbike to fly.

"Tonight my beauty we shall see what you can do!" He said talking to it like it was a person.

He had never before ridden it, he wasn't even sure that it could fly.

He pushed it outside into the night air, and it gleamed in the moonlight.

"I always like to travel in style." Sirius said to himself and he hoisted one leg over and sat on the seat. He held onto the handlebars and tapped the engine with his wand.

It roared into life, Sirius took a deep breath, hoping that he wouldn't crash it on its maiden voyage and drove it forwards at top speed.

As it gathered speed it started to lift into the air and within second he was airborne, flying high over muggle houses and cars, enjoying the rush of air on his face.

Through the window of Godric's Hallow you could see the outline of Lord Voldemort. His long black robes billowing behind him in the wind. He held his wand in front of him.

The world of Lily Potter was crashing down around her ears, only a few seconds earlier she had been celebrating the fact that she was expecting a second child with her husband, but it seemed impossible now that she could have possibly felt happy at all.

James turned to face her, there was no fear in his eyes, she knew that he had been preparing for this moment mentally ever since they had gone into hiding.

"Lily," he said in a strangely calm voice, "go and get Harry, get out as quickly as you can."

Lily did not need telling twice, she nodded tears starting to fall from her bright emerald green eyes. She gave James one last kiss, "I love you," she said before she tore herself away from the love of her life and raced up the stairs.

James turned to Emma and Jess, Emma had scooped up her children and were holding them tightly.

"Emma, go out the back way, there shouldn't be anyone out there yet," James said turning to her. "Make a portkey, when you get to safety alert the order and the ministry."

Emma opened her mouth like a gold fish trying to find something to say that would console her best friends husband, but she had no idea what to say.

She, instead just hugged him tightly, then hugged Jess before running as fast as she could out to the back of the house.

James now turned to Jess, "don't try and give me orders James Potter, I'm staying here to help you and nothing you can say will change my mind." She said sternly.

"But Remus would-" James began.

"Remus will understand," Jess said, "now there's no time to lose." She led the way out into the hall.

"Thank you." James said, his voice starting to break as he realised that he would never see his family again. He would never live to see Harry grow up, he would never live to have more children with his beautiful wife. Never would he stand on the platform nine and three quarters and wave his children off on their first day of Hogwarts.

Jess knew what he was thinking.

"James," Jess said putting an arm on his shoulder, "hold your head up high and remember why your fighting." She then hugged him, something she had never done before, before leaving through the front door to face her death.

James stood alone in the hallway, his eyes fixed on the door. Any moment the door would open and he would come face to face with Lord Voldemort. He knew how their meeting would end. He would end up being a pile of robes of the floor while Voldemort went upstairs to kill his wife and child.

He glanced up the stairs, he wondered if Lily was still up there or if she had managed to escape through a window. He supposed he would never know.

He turned back and faced the door, he heard a scream from the front garden and at the same time he saw a faint glow of green light.

Jess was dead then, but at least she had given them a few precious seconds that could be the difference between life and death.

The door then suddenly flew off hits hinges and landed a few feet away from James, James did not wince, he just kept staring at the figure in front of him. The figure of Lord Voldemort.

Emma Black ran full pelt across the back garden of the Potters, she was being chased by a Death eater, he two children clutched in her arms, both crying in fear.

She was fumbling with her wand as she ran trying to make a portkey so she could escape and save her children's lives, but she was finding it very hard to run, hold her two children and use her wand at the same time.

This was useless, she thought to herself as the mug she was trying to make into a portkey slipped from her hands. Cursing out loud and beginning to realize that it was highly unlikely that she would escape if she kept running, she aimed her wand behind her and shot a spell.

It narrowly missed, but the death Eater tripped trying to dodge it and landed on the floor.

Emma took the moment that he was down to place her children on the ground and stand in front of them and shielding them.

She stood face to face with the Death Eater that had been chasing her, realizing that the only way she could escape was if she could get this Death eater away from her, and she couldn't do that with two children in her arms.

"Your quite a fast runner, but that won't save you," said the death eater in a low rough voice.

Emma didn't know who it was, nor did she care, all she was worried about right now was making sure her children didn't get hurt.

Emma did bother with a reply like people normally did, you know like superheroes did in muggle films, this was because she wasn't feeling very heroic, just very sick.

She raised her wand and shot a spell at the man standing before her.

He blocked it and sent one back, Emma ducked out of the way, and quickly resumed her position in front of her children.

She shot another spell, then another and then another, he deflected one, dodged the other, but the third one hit the Death eater and he fell to the ground.

Emma wasted no time, she turned to pick up her children, but she was hit in the back by a flash of green light and she fell backwards to the ground.

Another Death eater had decided to join the party, he walked over to Emma, passed him comrade lying on the ground.

Reece and Sinead started crying, shouting at the top of their lungs. The Death eater turned his wand on them.

The babies continued to cry, the Death eater waved his wand, suddenly the crying stopped.

Lily sprinted up into her sons room, he was awake, standing up in his cot holding onto the bars. He had been awoken, no doubt, by the commotion downstairs.

Lily closed the door and locked it with a powerful charm, but it would not be able to keep Voldemort back.

She looked at her son and more tears spilled down her cheeks, he looked so innocent, why did Voldemort want to kill him?

She lifted her son out of his cot carefully and wrapped blanket around him. He snuggled into his mothers arms, instantly relaxed by her presence.

BANG! There was a loud crash from downstairs, Lily let out a small shout of fear, Voldemort had breached the house.

She held Harry close and ran to the window, out side she could see Emma running with her twins in her arms, a Death eater following.

Lily looked around panicking, how was she going to get out? There were Death Eaters outside the house and Voldemort inside, how was she going to get out? How was she going to save Harry?

There were shouts coming from downstairs, James was fighting, he was putting up a good fight, but even the might James Potter, a force to reckoned with, was no match for the most feared Dark wizard that ever lived.

Lily saw the faint glow of green and a shout of pain, she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from shouting out.

"James," she whispered as she held Harry tighter then ever.

Harry was becoming restless, he could tell that something was wrong, something was upsetting his mother.

"Shh," she said softly to Harry, "it's going to be alright."

She flicked her wand so that the light in the room was extinguished, so that Voldemort would not know where they were immediately. She stil might have hope for saving Harry.

She heard footsteps on the stairs.

"Come out, come out here ever you are." Came a sickly cold voice from the hallway.

Lily felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and she held Harry, if it was possible, even tighter.

Then the door was blasted off it's hinges and a figure stood there, dressed in black, a set of long, white fingers clasped around a wand. Red eyes visible under a black hood.

"No, no." Lily cried turning her back on the figure to shield Harry.

"Don't be stupid mudblood, there is no need for you to die too." Voldemort hissed, "just step aside and you can live."

"Even if I did do that, you'd kill me anyway." Lily spat at the man, she had never before felt such pure hatred and loathing towards one person. But although she hated him she pitied him more. What could have happened to this man to turn him into this.

Lily believed that everyone had good in them, and they could chose whether to be good or evil, but this person appeared not to have that choice, but why?

"Step aside girl, it's the boy I want."

"No," Lily cried again, "take me, spare him, he's only a baby."

She put Harry into his cot and turned to face Voldemort, standing between him and her son.

Voldemort let out a high mirthless laugh, "I will say this only one more time." Voldemort spat, Lily could tell he meant it. "Step aside, you can be spared."

"No" Lily said with determination, "I won't let you take him!"

She raised hr wand but Voldemort had already uttered those fatal words, the green light was already flying from his wand.

Harry Potter started crying as his mother fell to the floor, and the black figure of Lord Voldemort turned his wand to him

Sirius landed his motor bike in a quiet street near Lily and James' house, he didn't want any muggles to see him landing a flying motor bike.

He walked quickly through the deserted streets as he was still wearing robes, and plus it was a chilly evening.

He came to turn into the street where Lily and James' lived, as he walked around the corner he froze. In the place where their house should be there now stood a pile of bricks and rubble.

He blinked to make sure that he wasn't seeing things, but it was still there when he opened his eyes.

He ran up the road to the remains of what had been a house.

"No," Sirius said to himself as he came nearer, "NO!"

He ran into the rubble, searching around for a sign of life, search for a sign that his family, his friends, weren't dead.

He started moving rubble in a desperate hope that he may find someone, anyone.

He moved a pile of bricks and his eyes fell upon a body, a female body. He moved some more bricks and revealed Jess' face.

A tear trickled down his face.

"Jess, Jess." He said lifting her head up, "Jess wake up." He said, "Ennervate." He said pointing his wand at her chest, but nothing happened.

He carefully placed her head on the ground again and he kissed her head, did this mean that everyone else was dead?

He sat next to Jess in the pile of bricks, his life crashing around his ears, his family had been in this house, his friends, everything that he cared about was gone.

He got up again he walked over the rubble into what he supposed had been the back garden, hoping to find a clue as to what had happened.

In this distance he saw three figures on the ground, he ran to where they lay, "NO!" He shouted, there before him lay the bodies of his wife and his two children, dead.

"No, you can't be dead, you just can't." He said clutching his heart, it felt like it had been yanked out and cut up into pieces. He started to shake his wife's dead body.

"Wake up," He whined desperately, but she didn't do anything. He turned to his children, he lifted their tiny bodies and hugged them, "you can stop pretending now, Daddy's here."

Sirius knew they wouldn't wake, he knew they weren't pretending.

"But I never got a chance to say goodbye," He said lying his children in his wife's arms and kissing them.

He sank to the ground where he sat rocking back and forth crying and telling himself that this was not happening. "It's just a nightmare, Emma will wake me up soon, I'll go and feed the children breakfast, then I'll go to work, they're not really dead, it's all a dream."

Sirius pinched himself to try and wake himself up, but it didn't work, then he heard something.

A distant noise, the noise of a child, it was crying.

He stood up, his ears pricking like a dog, "Harry?" He called as he ran back towards the rubble.

The crying became louder and louder as he drew nearer to the house, was he just imagining it, or was Harry really alive, and if he was then maybe Lily and James were as well.

He pulled out his wand and moved a large pile of wood and bricks, and there lying, wrapped in a blanket, was Harry James Potter, completely unhurt except for a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

"Harry!" Sirius said, picking him up, "you're alive," he said overjoyed.

Harry stopped crying and snuggled into his Godfather.

Sirius held Harry close, still clinging to the hope that if a one year old baby could survive then maybe his parents could have to.

He searched with his eyes across the devastation, then they fell upon a pile of robes.

He bent down, still keeping Harry close, and there lying next to where he had found Harry was a pile of long block robes, and a wand.

Sirius lifted the robes and looked at Harry, "how can this be?"

Sirius held the child close to his chest and walked out of the rubble, he knew at that moment that he was holding someone truly special.

He kissed the top of Harry's head and cried.

"You and me," he said, "I'll look after you now."

And there Sirius stood, in the empty muggle street, holding his godson, the only thing he had in the world. The one person who he had left, the boy who lived.