I don't own Harry Potter.

November 15th, 1981

AUTHOR'S NOTE!

When one is reading a story, they must read with an open mind. If one does not, they will find it much harder to truly enjoy a story. Also, watch the Dates, they pose a great significance to the story, oh and enjoy the chapter.

(Also, when I put the date in the beginning (the one up there.) it means the date of the text that isn't in italics.)

October 31st,1981 – 8:23PM

Sirius let the tears fall unto his shoulder. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. James Potter – A Marauder – In a coma? That's borderline impossible. Yet the evidence of such a ludicrous claim was in front of him.

How did this happen?

He wanted to ask Lily, but he already knew the answer. It was his fault. If he had never suggested they change the Secret-Keeper to Peter, none of this would have happened. Guilt began to sink into his bones – slowly cutting at his self-confidence-

But then it occurred to him.

Voldemort. Where was it? He needed to kill it – if it wasn't dead already – as quickly as possible. He backed away from Lily – who had fallen asleep – for a second to pick her up, then carried her into the Master Bedroom – which had been bewitched so the door would appear invisible – and set her down on the bed. He glanced about the room, getting a general idea of it's features, and spotted a small bundle of blankets near the closet in a far corner of the room – southeast of the large bed in the center. He calmly walked over to the bundle, making sure not to make any sudden moves that might wake anyone..

In the bundle of blankets was a beautiful sleeping baby, his hair was sprawled in each and every direction and.. he just looked so much like James already. Sirius felt tears coming to his eyes – but didn't let them fall. He needed to be strong. He turned away from Harry and glanced towards Lily once more. Her puffy eyelids further suggested she was in need of some rest. With a last glance around the room, he moved back to Harry's Room, and found himself uncertain of his next move.

Should he move James? What if his condition got worse because of it? Sighing worriedly, he decided to heal the minor injures – and hopefully buy his friend some time. After a few minutes of removing debris, and healing – Sirius decided to lift him carefully into the Master Suite using "Mobilicorpus", then just to make sure his cuts wouldn't re-open themselves until Lily awoke, he cast a stunning spell on his body.. He did the best he could, now the rest was up to Lily.

After he completed his task, he began to make his way downstairs into the living room. Slowly, but surely he took each step, trying his hardest not to make any sudden noises.

Upon reaching the final step he noticed it was almost pitch-black in the living room.

"Lumos." he whispered.

He flashed his wand about, illuminating anything he thought suspicious. He continued this precautious behavior until he had reached the one place that seemed to be illuminated, the kitchen. He had just reached the island in the middle of the kitchen when he heard a large shuffling sound behind him.

"Stupefy!"

Before he could make a move to dodge, the curse impacted into the base of his skull – rendering him unconscious.

The large figure pointed his wand at Sirius, mumbled a spell, then walked back into the living room, Sirius limply floating along with him. He shuffled around a few fallen books by a nearby bookcase and beneath the books found the body of Lord Voldemort. He repeated his previous spell – a bit more angrily this time – then simply walked out of the home, both bodies floating limply a few feet behind him.

October 31st, 1981 – 9:37PM

Lily Potter had the strangest dream.. A Dark Wizard (well not a Dark Wizard, THE Dark Wizard) came into her home, killed her husband and was about to kill her child when a blinding green light enveloped her. She pondered worriedly on what the dream might have meant when she realized how much noise her stomach had been making. Grumbling, she got up from her comfortable bed when she noticed something strange..

She was covered in blood.

She quickly looked back at her bed and gasped in surprise. One of James' "cuts" must have re-opened – wait.. re-opened? She didn't recall healing him.. Her emotions had gotten the best of her before she could try to even heal him.. the cut had begun to ooze blood all across her sheets, it was beginning to alarm Lily, this was the most amount of blood she'd seen in her entire life, and it was coming from her husband.. Then suddenly, she remembered – Sirius. He must have been the one who healed him.. But a loud scream abruptly brought her from her thoughts.

Behind her, wrapped in sky-blue blankets, was her son, bawling his head off.

"He's probably hungry." she thought.

Just then – she heard several footsteps coming from the staircase, she quickly searched for her wand, but she seemed to have left it in Harry's Bedroom. She cursed to herself loudly and decided there wasn't a thing she could do.. She quickly ran over to Harry, grabbed him, moved besides James then hunched herself over her loved ones. If she was going to die, she would die protecting those she held dear.

The footsteps came closer and her fright increased ten-fold.. then – she heard the door's knob beginning to turn – and felt the odd sensation of Deja-Vu. After what felt like a few hours, she finally heard the door open a small bit. She turned her head to look at her intruder.

To her surprise, Remus Lupin, one of her best friends, stuck his head – and his wand – in.

"Oh my God.." He sputtered, noticing James' current state. He stumbled into the room, almost in tears.

He locked his eyes on James, as if this was the last time he'd see him."Is he..?"

"No.. but he will be if we don't get him out of here.." she trailed off, sounding a bit desperate. "Is the Ministry here?"

"They came a bit before I did,"he explained,"Searched every corner of the house for you two.. All they found was a large pool of blood by Harry's Door," he paused,"I'm assuming that's..."he trailed off, not wanting to say anymore.

"Yeah.. it belonged to James.."she mumbled, clearly in a damp mood.

"Alright," Remus said, sounding a bit less lost,"Let's get him out of here."

October 31st, 1981 – 8:43PM

"Aye Mil',"

The Minister of Magic looked up from his cluttered desk, raising his eyebrow when he noticed the size of the speaker.

"Ah, Hagrid," The Minister said, sounding much more friendly than he looked,"What brings you here?"

Hagrid brought out his wand and waved it around a bit. Out from behind him two limp bodies came forward. When the bodies finally settled themselves into seats, Hagrid let out a loose sigh.

"He-who-must-not-be-named 's in a deep sleep ferm' 'Agical 'Xuastion," he paused, then added," I'd ge' rid of em' as quick as ya' can if I wer' ya'."

The Minister kept his eyes on the two bodies in front of him. He was barely listening to Hagrid.

"Any particular reason you brought Sirius Black here?" the Minister said, interrupting Hagrid's ramblings.

"Te' fool wer' a Def Eater," Hagrid spat, he seemed as if he wanted to kill him right there."He betrayed te' Potters!"

The Minister of Magic found himself unsure of what to do with Sirius. He could send him straight to Azkaban, or he could give him a trial.. He decided that he needed time to think it over.

"Your dismissed, Hargid." he spoke, making it more of an order than a statement.

With a nod, Hargid walked out of the Office, leaving small craters in his wake.

October 31st, 1981 – 9:59PM

Lily replayed the scene over and over in her head, she wanted to forget it, but she knew she couldn't. If James never awoke from his coma – she'd be haunted by that night for the rest of her life. With a heavy sigh she began to tap her leg impatiently – she couldn't move much though because Harry, who had been sitting partially on her lap, might throw a fit and he had the worst fits imaginable.. She longed to place Harry in James' arms and let him hold him for a while so she could rest, but James wasn't in the best of conditions now..

She needed to stop reminding herself of that.

Just as Harry finished feeding, a light-skinned Nurse stepped into the room. Her hair – silky white – had bounced all about when she walked. "Type of girl Sirius would like." she thought, then felt a grin cross her features.

The Nurse looked towards her and smiled, she then took a seat next to her.

"I've got good news, and even better news." she said happily, "Which do you want to hear first?"

Lily looked at her with an odd expression on her face,"I guess they're desperate for workers this time round." She thought.

"I'll take the better news first." Lily spoke, her face clearly showing her emotion.

The Nurse smiled even brighter then said, "He'll wake up."

November 15th, 1981 – 1:52PM

The halls of the Ministry of Magic were unusually quiet. The facility appeared to have been completely deserted – which it partly was, but for good reason. Cloaked figures floated amongst the hallways, searching for anyone and anything alive to attack. They, of course, have been given the permission to do so (as if they wouldn't do it anyways), by one Millicent Bagnold, who at the current time was in the farthest underground chamber ever created. Apparation, or any type of magical teleportation could get you out of there. The chamber itself was circular in shape, possessed only 30 seats, and had a large stage in the center.

You had to be taken into and out of the chamber with Magical Locks on that prevents your Magical Reserves from going above 5 Percent. This of course was an exception for the executioner. He would be given full access to his reserves, but wouldn't be able to choose what spell he wanted to use. This was a necessary precaution, a traitor executioner wouldn't be good press, or good news.

"Attention!"

Immediately all chatter had been silenced, and everyone rose from their seats.

"The Execution is now in progress." spoke the magnificent voice of Albus Dumbledore. His voice seemed to come from all directions, an effect that surprised many.

Within seconds, The room had begun to fill with Dementors and nearly everyone stiffened at the sight.

On the center stage was Lord Voldemort, chained, gagged, Magically and Physically suppressed. The wounds he had been given from his final battle weren't healed, and oddly, it looked as if he had more than before. There wasn't a thing Voldemort could do – which was something The Ministry made sure of. Hell, he couldn't even blink without permission from the Minister of Magic – something he wouldn't get anyways.

As soon as the Dementors reached the center stage, the ceremony had begun. One by one the Dementors took their turn giving Voldemort their much-feared kiss. After his 6th kiss he simply stopped moving completely. No sign of life left in him at all. Dumbledore decided it had been enough, and called off the Dementors, and brought in the Executioner.

The Executioner was a large, yet muscular Wizard who carried around a Flail with Spikes and a much smaller object that looked like a wand. When the Wizard reached the stage he begun to swing his Flail, waiting for further orders.

The Minister of Magic stood from his seat, then spat, "Expulso!"

The Wizard flung his Flail at Voldemort – a direct hit that broke his neck upon impact – then summoned his wand and said in a deep, yet fierce voice, "EXPULSO."

When the smoke cleared, there was only shackles remaining – the rest of Voldemort was scattered across the room – with a curt nod, the Executioner left.

It was over.

AUTHORS NOTE!

Got a bit shaky towards the end, but it got the point across. Volde is "dead".

Review for more lovin'.