A/N: I want to thank my reviewer Rain-angel03 for giving me the motivation to continue this story and I hope you enjoy it!

Still a little dizzy from the Floo Powder I announced I was going to bed, Sirius just nodded. He seemed distracted.

"You had a chance, you know," I said slowly.

"Hm?" Sirius glanced up.

"With Remmy, she does like you," I said. Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"Does she?"

I nodded, "You realize she's only going out with Caven to make you jealous right?"

Realization dawned on Sirius's young face, "Imagine her doing that…" he muttered.

I giggled and gave him a hug, "Thanks."

"Mmm…for what, luv?"

"Everything. For letting us stay with you and taking care of us, just everything," I looked up and smiled.

"Anytime…let's get to bed, kiddo. You've had a long day."

I nodded and padded down to the hallway to my bedroom. I usually would go into Lane and Liam's room and tuck them in with a kiss, but they weren't here. I started to feel uneasy again, something wasn't right. I shook my head and jumped into some flannel pajamas that Sirius had bought for me and climbed into the bed.

"WHAT?" I heard Sirius yell from the family room and I jolted out of my bed and ran down the hallway.

Sirius was still in his boxers standing in the middle of the room, his face a mix of extreme sadness and rage. He seemed to be yelling at the old man, Dumbledore.

"Sirius?" I asked softly, the strange feeling had come again, "What happened?"

Sirius's head whipped around and Dumbledore looked at me with such sadness, my heart started to beat fast. Sirius's opened his mouth to say something but instead he just dropped to the couch with his head in his hands.

"James and Lily were attacked tonight," Dumbledore said very slowly. My eyes widened and my stomach dropped: my worst fears were confirmed.

"Lane and Liam!" I cried.

"Leigh, sit down," he gestured to the couch. So much sadness filled his eyes.

"No…no they can't be--" My eyes started to fill. I looked at Dumbledore and he just hung his head.

"Everyone was killed," Dumbledore looked at me with his electric blue eyes. My knees buckled and I fell hard to the floor.

"No, no, no…" I don't know why but I just kept repeating those words. It can't be true! My brother's aren't dead! No, no, this is just a dream…just an awful, terrible dream. I kept thinking over and over, but in the back of my mind, I knew. I knew the awful, terrible truth.

"Take me there! Now!" I demanded suddenly.

This can't be true…

Dumbledore nodded slowly and he led me outside, Sirius was absolutely oblivious to us. He just sat on the edge of the couch in shock.

He is stupid…no one is dead. Just a dream…its all just a dream. Any minute now I'll wake up and be in bed, Sirius snoring in the next room.

Dumbledore offered his arm and I took it numbly, a small smile played on my lips. He made a few paces and then turned sharply. I felt the same squeezing sensation the day we went to Diagon Alley.

No one is dead…Lane and Liam aren't dead.

The iron grasp around my chest released me and I felt soft grass beneath my bare feet. I opened my eyes and let out a sob.

"NOOOO!" I raced towards smoking debris.

The once beautiful house of James and Lily Potter was in crumbles, it seemed as if a bomb had exploded inside it. I dodged several pieces of burning wood.

It's all just a dream.

I slowed down to the place I thought Harry's bedroom would be. Amidst the mounds of rubble I picked up a piece of Harry's crib. I gazed around, any sign of human life, any sign. I spotted a little bit of blacked flesh peaking from behind a rafter beam from the roof.

"Lane! Liam!" I started to heave the beam off, "Oh, please, please, please be Lane and Liam!"

It was.

"Leigh, dear Leigh, look away," Remmy grabbed me and hugged me into her chest.

"No, no, no ,no, no, NO!" I wailed, "Remmy! It's just a dream! It's all just a dream!" A faint ray of hope warmed me inside and I lifted my face smiling.

"Oh, Leigh," Tear trails stained her pretty face and she just shook her head at me. Her deep brown eyes glistened, "it's not a dream, dear."

I suddenly pinched myself, nothing happened. I slapped my arm, nothing happened. I looked at Remmy frustrated. "I'm supposed to wake up! You don't feel pain in dreams…right?"

"Leigh!" Remmy cupped her hands around my face gently, "It's not a dream, every--" she tried to choke back a sob.

I need to wake up, Remmy is so dumb. This is a dream! I told myself.

No…its not a dream. Lane and Liam are dead, as are Harry, Lily, and James. A voice in the back of my head said.

No. I shook my head.

You can't wake up, this is real. The voice said sadly and my knees buckled, as much as I didn't want to-I believed the voice.

"MUUUUMMMY!" a faint cry came from beneath the smoking wood.

"Lane? Liam?" I leaped over to the cry, "Harry?"

"Oh my God, he's alive," Remmy whispered under her breath as we cleared away the wood.

Indeed it was little Harry and a manicured hand held a death grip on his chubby arm.

A/N: There is my latest edition...kinda morbid isn't it? Please review and give me your complements and critasiam, because I welcome both! Lov ya!