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I'll Be Black...

Lily was in shock. Six months pregnant, she had just arrived home to find her world in ruins.

Voldemort, the Dark Lord, was standing over the corpse of James Potter amidst the ruins of their house.

"Ah, the mother," a sibilant whisper cut through the silence like a shout. "Avada Kedavra."

A bolt of green energy shot across the room, slamming into her belly…before bouncing off and flashing back into the black-cloaked figure. With a piercing shriek, the Dark Lord's body was ripped asunder, his imposing form reduced to a formless wraith that quickly faded from view.

Lily collapsed, unconscious, her lifeforce severely drained.

Peter was terrified. Fortunately, as this was his normal state of being, this was hardly incapacitating. He had watched the Dark Lord arrive at his friends house, had in fact used his key to allow the master to enter unhindered. Had watched through a crack in the door as Voldemort had slain James and destroyed a goodly portion of the house at Godric's Hollow.

He had not counted on Lily not being home. The Dark Lord had just hissed Peter's name in anger when Lily had flooed home.

And Peter had watched as Voldemort was destroyed by his own rebounded Avada Kedavra.

Now Peter was in a bind. Despite the impression he had given most people in school, he was not a coward…hello, Gryffindor. Sure he was scared a lot, terrified more often…but he still did what needed doing. He knew that the other Death Eaters would blame him for the Dark Lord's disappearance. He knew Sirius would be here soon, and would come after him. And then there was Lily…

A grim smile slowly spread across Peter's face. He picked up a random piece of rubble and pointed his wand at it. "Portus."

He lobbed it at Lily, sending her a long way away.

Concentrating, Peter began chanting. An anti-portkey ward slowly joined the anti-apparation ward that Voldemort had put in place. The simple expedient of destroying the fireplace had dealt with that avenue of approach.

Peter walked to a neighbouring house. "Alohamora." He looked around, figuring the wards would give him a few minutes leeway. He entered the master bedroom. "Stupefy, Stupefy, Obliviate. Levitus." The male in the bed didn't move, slipping deeper into unconsciousness. The female's body rose up out of the bed, floating along behind him. He stopped by the two children's bedrooms. "Obliviate." "Obliviate."

He returned to the ruins of the Potter's house. The quick application of a potion he had…borrowed…from the Dark Lord's stores, and it was Lily's body lying before him.

"Avada Kedavra."

Moments later a rat was slipping away into the sewers.

"James! Lily! NOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!!!" An anguished howl rang out into the night.

Sirius Black, tears of sorrow and rage streaking his noble face, stood in the ruins of the Potters house howling his loss up at the glowing full moon.

"He will pay, James, Lily, I swear it by all that is sacred, by my very magic. I swear he will PAY!!!"

A burst of golden white light lit up the ruins momentarily.

Frank Longbottom looked up from where he was monitoring the flow of magical energies around Britain. The bursts of dark magic had stopped a few minutes ago, only now though, had the wards come down. "Moody, they're down."

The senior Auror grunted in reply and held out the length of rope to his team. As the last of his team grabbed hold, he muttered the command word and touched the rope with his wand. A sudden tugging at their navel indicated their successful transit.

The sight that greeted their arrival would have left lesser men in shock.

The house before them was in ruins, the bodies of James and Lily Potter clearly visible. And standing amidst the ruins…Sirius Black, their Secret Keeper.

"BLACK!" Moody's shout snapped everyone's attention back to the job at hand.

The rest of the Aurors followed Moody's lead, wands pointed at the dangerous man standing in the ruined house.

Sirius looked at the Aurors, eyes literally glowing with the barely contained rage that consumed him in the knowledge of Peter's betrayal.

"Drop the wand and come quietly, Black." Moody called, watching the mans every move.

Sudden realisation smashed it's way through his rage. They think I was the Secret Keeper, they think I betrayed the Potters.

Sirius' eyes narrowed as he glared back at the Aurors. "I don't suppose it would do any good to proclaim my innocence, would it?"

Frank spoke up, anger in his voice. "Don't give us that, it's known you were their Secret Keeper."

While Black was focused on Frank, Moody took his chance and shot off several stunning and immobilising hexes. The other Aurors following suit moments later.

Sirius barked a humourless laugh, and levitated a pile of rubble to intercept the incoming spells.

A few moments later, the rubble dropped to the ground, leaving no sign of Sirius Black.

Daily Prophet – May 25

HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED IS DEAD!!!!

Auror's from the Ministry of Magic tonight found conclusive proof of the death of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! Sadly this came at the cost of James and Lily Potter, who were found dead in the ruins of their home. Forensic Aurors found evidence that indicates He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was destroyed by one of his own killing curses, rebounded back at him by the Potter's unborn child. Rumours of a prophecy heralding a "Saviour" appear to have had some truth to them. We all mourn the loss of the Potters and what their sacrifice has given us.

Daily Prophet – May 27

SIRIUS BLACK: BETRAYER!

Reports from reliable sources in the ministry implicate Sirius Black, onetime friend of James and Lily Potter, in their deaths. They go on to state that Black was highly placed in He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's inner circle, and that his betrayal of the Potter's was entirely to be expected given his family's reputation. In an official statement from the Minister, he declares that Sirius Black will be brought to justice for his crimes.

Lily awoke with a start, looking around frantically. White walls, beeping machines with lights, soft but slightly uncomfortable bed, faint astringent smell…

Ah…a muggle hospital. Lily relaxed back onto the bed. Her thoughts, however, were racing. How did I get here? Why here and not St. Mungoes? Jame… Her mind shied away, not yet ready to deal with that.

A nurse entered the room. "Awake are ya, honey? Feeling hungry? I'll just get the Doctor." The nurse smiled reassuringly.

Lily suddenly realised what she had been missing before: the nurse was American. All the voices she could hear out in the corridor…were American. With a bitter laugh, I may very well be IN Kansas, Toto…

A stern man knocked on the door, catching her eye before entering. "I'm Doctor Hammond, Miss…?"

Lily's mind, always very quick, blurred with thought. Voldemort was after me…why I'm not dead I do not know…If he finds me again, I'm dead…The Doctor doesn't know my real name…A fake name will give me time to recover, to hide again…

The Doctor's calm expression and raised eyebrow caught her eye; the name of her favourite doll sprang to mind. "Ah…Sarah…"

The Doctor smiled, and waited.

Thoughts still racing, the name of one of Lily's housemates from Hogwarts leapt to mind.

"Connor…yes, Sarah Connor…"

And so the stage is set for a very fun rewrite of a certain movie with Peter Pettigrew taking the role of Kyle Reese and Sirius Black that of the implacable Terminator...