Ok, here's another chapter. I've put my own little twist in it; hope you like!

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Peter Pettigrew waited outside of Sirius' apartment. "Where are they?" he asked in his squeaky little voice. Peter had offered to be the Secret Keeper, but Sirius had refused to allow the pathetic little worm to undertake such an important mission.

"I just want to visit them, Sirius, come on!" he whined, "I haven't seen them in ages!"

Sirius thought this over. What harm could it do? But… no, he couldn't sell the Potters out. He promised them that he would tell no one. But this was Peter, their lifelong friend. 'NO!' he told himself sternly. He would tell no one.

"I'm sorry, Wormtail," he sneered at his rat-like little friend, "I can't tell you." Sirius Apparated away with a faint pop.

Peter swore. Gradually, he became taller, thinner, and much more snakelike, until Peter was no longer Peter. Lord Voldemort was standing outside Sirius' apartment. He swore. Without a faithful servant to tell him the location of the Potters, he was reduced to trickery. He absolutely hated doing anything but the utmost important of tasks for himself. That is what he had servants for. And so far, this wasn't going to work. He loathed having his plans fail.

Swearing again, he Apparated silently into the night.

Seeing as his plan was failing thus far, he decided to try a different tactic. Or rather, the same one, but a different person…

"Hello, Sirius," Remus said as he fell into step with Sirius two streets away from where the Potters were hidden.

"Hello, mate," Sirius greeted his friend.

"Where are you off to on this fine night?"

"Lily and James'," he said shortly. He was on a mission.

"Can I come along?" he asked.

Sirius thought this over. He had refused to tell Peter about the whereabouts of the Potters. But then again, this WAS Remus, a trusted friend. Certainly the Potters wouldn't mind. "I suppose," he finally sighed. He proceeded to tell his friend where the Potters were hiding.

They rounded the corner and the house came into view. For them, at least. Sirius looked up at the night sky. Clear of clouds, and the stars glinting in the midnight sky. Suddenly, he noticed something. Something was wrong. A pale, glowing orb hung in the sky above them. A perfect circle.

"Moony!" Sirius yelped, afraid for his life, "The moon!"

"Oh, there's no need to worry about that," Remus said, and suddenly, he was no longer Remus. He was Lord Voldemort.

Sirius' eyes widened in terror.

"Thank you, Sirius Black. Your cousin will be ever so pleased that you finally came to your senses and assisted the Dark Lord." Voldemort hissed. "And now, I'm going to have to kill you," he said matter of factly, drawing his wand deliberately from under his cloak.

Sirius felt the fear and panic rising in his chest. "I can't let you kill them!" he choked, drawing his own wand. With a pop, Sirius Apparated out of the dark street.

"Lily! James!" he gasped as he appeared in their sitting room. "Voldemort coming – thought he was Remus – get out!"

Lily dashed upstairs to get Harry. "We don't have a lot of time!" Sirius said as James whipped out his wand. There was a crash as Voldemort blasted down the door.

"James! Go get Lily! Get out!" Sirius yelled as he stood to face Voldemort. The Dark Lord turned to follow James, but was hit unawares by a curse from Sirius. Rather than stunning him like it should have done, it merely disoriented him for a moment. Sirius gulped. He knew now what he was up against.

"Avada –" Voldemort began as he recovered from the curse. Sirius leapt behind the couch, sending another stunning spell Voldemort's way. The couch blasted into smithereens, but Sirius was safe, momentarily.

"I can't let you do this!" Sirius yelled as he dove out of the way of another curse. Finally, he knew what he had to do. He pointed his wand at Voldemort. He'd never killed anyone, he'd never used this curse, but he was sure that the hatred he felt for Voldemort and the desire he felt to protect this family would be strong enough right now.

"Avada Kedavra!" he yelled, but before the words had left his mouth, he was hit in the chest by a blast of green lights. He fell backwards, and hit the ground with a sickening thud.

Voldemort strode upstairs. Lily and James were just running down the hall, Harry in Lily's arms. Voldemort ignored the elder wizards' presence, and pointed his wand straight at the bundle he knew was Harry. There was a roar of a curse, a jet of green light, and… silence.

"HARRY!" Lily screamed, holding her bundle, tapping his shoulders. He was unmoving, lifeless. But –

"Lily, he's still breathing!" James said as he noticed Harry's tiny chest moving up and down. There was a fresh slice on his forehead, blood was pouring from it. "We've got to get him to the hospital!" he said, running downstairs.

"Sirius!" he yelled, running to his friends' side. He was greeted by a cold, blank stare, and a face contorted with fury. He was dead. Silent tears ran down James' face. His best friend since they were eleven.

After a brief moment, Lily put a hand on her husband's shoulder. She couldn't allow him to linger when her baby boy was bleeding like this.

"He'll still be here," Lily said sadly. James nodded, and steeled his expression. They then Apparated to St. Mungo's; Lily holding Harry tight in her arms.

When they arrived at the hospital, James muttered something, and a silver thing shot out of his wand. Moments later, Dumbledore was running up the hall towards them.

"What happened?" he asked; the twinkle in his eyes no longer there.

"We were – Voldemort attacked us." Lily said softly, still holding Harry tightly.

"You all got out ok?" Dumbledore asked, trying to keep the incredulity out of his voice.

Lily shook her head. James looked away. "He murdered Sirius," Lily said softly.

"What happened to Harry?" Dumbledore asked in regard to the little boy's head.

"Voldemort tried to kill him," Lily answered quietly. James couldn't speak. His best friend…

"Tried?"

"He hit Harry with the Killing Curse, but then…" she trailed off, unsure of what had happened. "He sort of… vanished," she said, her emerald eyes showing her confusion.

Dumbledore was stunned. No one had survived Avada Kedavra; ever.

"Well, fourth floor then," he said, chilled to the bone at this new development in the War.

"He's absolutely fine," a healer announced later. She gently put a bandage on Harry's forehead. "It's a Curse scar. It didn't affect anything. It's merely a mark on his skin that he will have forever." She finished tending to his head. "You may take him home now," she said, and left the room.

"So Voldemort is gone at last!" Dumbledore said to himself as he left the hospital.


There you go. The chapter was under the influence of sleep deprivation…

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