AN: Ah yes, the next chapter of my thrilling tale and thank you to those who have reviewed so far. Sorry it's taken me awhile to update, but I haven't been feeling very creative lately you know? But this chapter's up, and I call it:

Chapter 3: Hide and go Seek

Hogsmeade, the quaint little village that many Hogwarts students have and will continue to visit in order to get away from the castle that overlooked the village, if only for a short while at a time.

But tonight, it is quiet, very few if any of the people in the village were aware of life or death struggle taking place many miles away. But instead, they continued their daily lives, eating, sleeping, or as many were at the local pub, drinking not seeing as a large black dog snuck out the back door of the pub, a large bottle clutched in it's teeth, as it set off down a back road and towards a small mountain in the distance.

The dog set off at a leisurely pace, passing a large motorcycle as it started it's way up the mountain, easily climbing it before stopping in front of a hole in the side of it, and shaking vigorously to get rid of the rain that was starting to fall. Ducking low, the dog moved into the hole, emerging in the cave a black haired man removing the bottle from his mouth.

Shaking his head vigerously to get the water off his hair Sirius Black grinned as he held the butterbeer bottle out like a hero showing off his prize. "Alright Peter, I braved the dangers of Rosemerta's to fetch this for ya, you better be grateful." Hearing no response, he looked around, realizing for the first time that the cave was empty.

Sirius looked around worriedly, a feeling of unease starting to . "Wormtail, if this is some weird joke you're trying to pull, you better give it up, you suck at pranks." Getting no response, Sirius walked forward, scanning the cave floor. "Come on Peter, seriously, this isn't funny anymore..."

Feeling his foot get caught on something, Sirius knelt down, seeing that it was a wizard's robe, torn, with what looked like marks showing what looked like a large scuffle had taken place around it. "No..." Sirius whispered, instantly feeling regret for his friend.

But something seemed wrong, things were too organized, too clean for if Wormtail had been attacke. Stooping down, he scooped some of the dirt up and sniffed it, a great look of disgust crossing his face at the smell. "Malfoy..." he growled, before standing, trying to figure this out. Why on earth would Death Eaters want to make it appear as if Wormtail was kidnapped? Unless...but would even Wormtail stoop that low?But then he thought back, to the last year, all the mousy boys constant fits of nervousness, all the times he disappeared for periods of time, it was all starting to come together, and now the confusion was replaced with a great feeling of rage. Dropping the bottle, causing it to shatter, he turned quickly, he transformed back into the dog, flying down the mountain towards the motorcycle parked at the bottom. Dear god, I hope I'm not too late...

Meanwhile back at the Potter house, Voldemort stepped over Potter's body, shaking his head at the stupid man's attempt to be a hero. Why do they always try to put up a fight? Glancing around, he saw the mudblood woman had disappeared, being smart enough at least to not try and stick around.. Moving from the destroyed living room and into the dining room, he looked around, seeing that the woman had appeared to go straight through the house and out the back door. "Ahh, the thrill of the hunt..." he said to himself, licking his lips maliciously at the thought as he strode towards the open door.

Meanwhile, Lily Potter was not outside as she had made sure to make it appear she was, but huddled around the corner at the top of the stairs and out of the direct line of sight of anyone who looking in that direction. She wiped furiously at the tears that had been streaming down her face since hearing her husband being murdered. Harry was still clutched in her arms, not making a sound and squirming persistantly due to his mother's hand clamped firmly over his mouth. Hearing footsteps down below, Lily peered slowly and carefully around the corner, seeing Voldemort walking calmly through the dining room, clearly headed for the kitchen and hopefully the open door in the back of it. But suddenly, Voldemort stopped, as if sensing someone was watching him, looking around, before looking up in her direction. Lily quickly jerked her head back around the corner as soon as his head had, hoping that he hadn't seen anything. Voldemort's eyes narrowed, as he started towards the stairs and up them. Lily squeezed her eyes closed, shaking from fear and gritting her teeth as he slowly started his way up the stairs. Even Harry had stopped squirming, as if sensing the horrible tension of the moment.

Step by step, Voldemort went, his eyes scanning the area, camly tapping his wand against the various portraits hanging on the way, causing them to screech in fright in fright and pain as they were each destroyed as he tapped them. Lily tightly gripped her wand, prepared to fight as soon as his ugly head poked it's way around, when suddenly Voldemort stopped, and paused about half way up. The tension mounted, as Voldemort stood there listening, seemingly hoping for a noise, any noise to tip him off, with Lily holding her breath, hoping Voldemort didn't catch a wiff of what Harry had just put in his diaper...

But finally, Voldemort sighed almost disappointed, as he turned and started back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Lily sat there tensed, as she listened, not moving at all until she heard the screen door slam shut in the kitchen and his footsteps on the back steps. Sighing slightly relieved, her head fell forward onto Harry's hugging him tightly, before noticing that her iron clamped hand over his mouth and nose had caused his face to turn slightly purple. Quickly releasing it, she whispered an apology. "But you have to stay quiet stay quiet." Harry only nodded mutely as Lily slowly raised up, keeping her back to the wall as slowly peered around the corner, expecting Voldemort to pop at her and curse her and her precious son into oblivion...

But he didn't which suprised her, she didn't expect him to have given up so quickly. But she knew if he didn't find her out there, he'd most likely either come back in the house to look or burn the whole thing to the ground. Either way, she had to act, quickly. Pushing off from the wall, he tiptoed quickly down the hall, tensing with every creaking floorboard. Stopping at the door to her son's nursery, she cast a glance down at the hall below before before shouldering the door open and going in. And turning the light on, she moaned as she saw the mess on the floor.

"Oh, Harry, why now of all times?" Knowing the possibility of Voldemort finding them, the Potters had prepared an emergency bag to take with them if that ever occured. But sometime today, Harry had gotten into it and scattered it's contents all over the floor. But Lily could scold him later, she needed to save time. But she resorted to the muggle way, leaning down to quickly stuff it all in there, cradling Harry as she did.

Though she got it done quickly, she knew it had taken too long, realizing as soon as she finished that she could have done things quicker with her wand. But she could scold herself later, they needed to leave. She stepped toward the hall, not seeing one last rattle still on the floor. As she moved forward, her foot hit the rattle, causing it to slip, sending her off balance and falling to the ground, losing her grip on Harry as she fell. She hit the ground hard, and Harry rolled a foot away. She groaned, sitting up to see the telling sign on her son's face, the thing that he had been keeping down for the last half hour, the scared and upset feeling he had stored. "No Harry, don't I beg of you, don't..."

But the boy's lip wobbled, and confirming Lily's worst fears, he opened his mouth wide, "WHAAAAAAAAAAA!" Lily's eyes widened, and she quickly moved to pick him up and try and console him, as the cry echoed through the house and down to where Voldemort stood, blasting various trees. Hearing the sound, his head snapped around, a wide grin spreading on his face as he turned and strode back towards the house...

Yes, yes, this is where I leave you hanging! Hate me all you want, but I feel this is the perfect spot. :D I didn't want to upset all my readers so soon, but the next chapter will be sad, I guarentee it. So R&R, and I'll try and get the next one up soon. Toodles!