A/N Thanks to all who reviewed! this is part two. i hope you all like! please R&R. no flaming plz

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The night air was cold on Sirius's neck and face as he flew away from the Potter's hidden house. He couldn't believe that he had stressed out over a dream he had that his best mate would be killed. He knew James was one of the best Aurors the ministry had seen in ages. James could protect himself right? Right. He felt foolish for even questioning that. Still his stomach was a little uneasy. Maybe its gas. He thought to himself. As he landed his wand vibrated. He pulled it out of his pocket and a whisp of silver smoke turned into a stag. Sirius knew it was a message from James. That was how members of the Order of the Phoenix communicated with each other. The stag opened its mouth and out came James's voice.

"Sirius. We are under attack. Hurry over here. I'm trying to get them away from Lily…" it said before it disappeared.

"Oh no." Sirius whispered. He realized that his worst fear had just come true. His best mate was facing the world's most evil wizard. He had to get there as soon as he could. There was no time to think about his own safety. Voldemort or not he was going.

He got back onto his motorcycle and rode to the Potter's house, or at least what was left of it. He pulled out his wand and started to look around. The place was empty. It had the mood of the sea after a night's storm. He walked around carefully. The once beautiful house with its colorful walls was laying in pieces at his feat. He noticed a body lying on the ground dead near him. Please don't let it be James or Lily, He pleaded to no one. He walked over to it and noticed black robes and a hood. Thank goodness. He unhooded the death eater and saw who it was, Thomas Kirkpatricks, one of his fellow Hogwarts students. His cousin Bellatrix had gone out with him in her fifth year. It was too bad he was a Slytherin because he was a very good student. It seemed a shame what a pitiful waste of life he had been, devoting himself to the Dark Lord.

He moved on through the rubble, seeing pictures of Lily and James' wedding day, Harry's first steps, their first Christmas as a family. He bent down to pick up one of the pictures, in which Lily and James stood in front of their house smiling and kissing, and remembered that happy day. It was the day that they signed the papers for the house. As he looked up from the picture he saw another body lying by where the stairs would be. It's just another death eater, James and Lily got away safely with Harry. He reasoned with himself. Slowly he walked over to the body and closed his eyes when he saw who it was. His best friend, the only one for years of his life that truly cared for him and showed him any type of love, was dead. The sight of James's lifeless body made him sick. His breath was caught in his throat. He couldn't be dead. James had been his brother…his partner in crime. He is not dead. He kneeled down next to him. James stared at him with his brilliant blue eyes.

He cant be dead, said Sirius to the wind, he is just playing…any minute now he is going to smile at me and laugh…no matter how much he said this he knew his friend wouldn't come back. He was too late. If only he was there sooner…maybe he could have saved James…He could have giving himself to Voldemort in order to get James to safety …He was gone and there was nothing he could do for him. He gently pulled off James glasses and closed his eyes. He couldn't stand James staring at him anymore. Sirius felt a tear slid down his face. Up till this minute he had been fighting back the tears; now he let them fall freely. He sat there for what seemed like hours before he decided to go and try to find Lily and Harry.

He walked out to the back yard and felt his stomach drop as he saw Lily's pale face staring at the night sky.

"Lily?" he said before hearing Harry's cry. He stood there for a minute expecting Lily to get up and get Harry. Lily'sgreen eyes continued to stare at the sky. He felt something was wrong when Harry continued to cry and Lily didn't move. She… she is dead too… he walked to where Harry lay under a tree and picked him up noticing and lightening shaped cut on his forehead.

"Harry don't worry." He said softly to Harry, " Padfoot is here to take care of you." He held Harry to him closely before putting him back down to go over to Lily. He closed Lily's eyes and picked her up to take her to lie by James. He put her down on James's left and placed their hands together, entwining their fingers, as if this gesture would make sure they were together in heaven. He stood there thinking about them when a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"There ya' are 'Arry. Don' worry now." Came the voice of Hagrid. Sirius walked back to the back yard.

"Hagrid…they are dead…" Sirius whispered.

"I know…Dumbledore sent me ta fetc' 'Arry." He said looking down at the toddler.

" Give me Harry, Hagrid… I'm his godfather."

"I cant do tha'." He said.

"Please…he is all I have left of my best friend…" he managed to say before sobbing. Hagrid walked over to him and took him into a hug.

"Don' worry… it's ok, they died heroes deaths…" said Hagrid as comforting as he could. Sirius nodded and stepped out of the hug.

"Take my motorcycle…I wont be needing it anymore." He said before walking over to Harry and picking him up.

"Sirius…"

"Don't worry Harry one day you will be where you belong, with me. But until then I want you to be good, ok?" Sirius whispered in his godson's ear.

"Pa-Foo." Said Harry…Sirius walked over to Hagrid and placed Harry in his arms. He placed a kiss on Harry's forehead.

"Pa-Foo." Harry said again.

"Don't worry, Harry. We will be together again someday." He said, tears glistening his face. "Hagrid go…I can't stand it anymore…GO!" he said, his voice wavering.

"Pa-Foo!" Harry cried. At this Hagrid left, taking Sirius motorcycle. As he left Sirius felt part of his heart being ripped out of him. Harry leaving was as hard as seeing his best mate dead. Not noticing the absense of the dark mark in the sky he realized what he had to do. Voldemort didn't find this place on his own…that was impossible, he had help from someone the Potter's and Sirius thought was close to them…Peter Pettigrew.

Did you cry? i know i did when i was writing this so i hope you did too...again please R&R