Chapter 2

The Attack

"It's finally happen Dark Lord." began a man in black robes and mask. "The Potters' have made me their secret keeper."

"Excellent, Wormtail." said a high pitch cold voice. "And Dumbledore?"

"Has no clue that I am the spy."

"Excellent. Tonight we go to Godric Hollow. I will not be destroyed by Harry Potter."

It was early morning when James and Lily woke up to their crying son. James jumped right out of bed while Lily began to rummage around the crowded room for her slippers.

When James came into Harry's room he could see his son's terrified eyes. He came to the conclusion that Harry had a bad dream. He thought it was no big deal because everyone had the occasional nightmare. What he didn't know that the nightmare the boy just had was actually happening miles away. Harry could sense the storm cloud coming their way.

James pushed his way through a bunch of games and stuff animals to his son.

"What's wrong, Har." he asked, picking up his son.

Harry stared at his father with tearful green eyes. He didn't really understand what his fathe just said, but he knew that his father was concerned for him.

It's not that Harry didn't know how to talk. He talked a whole lot. Even if half his words were baby talk. He knew a few words to. Only just a few. But what he really understood was the feelings of the speaker. What was in the heart.

"I had bad dweam." answered a little voice.

"Can you tell me what the dream was all about?" when Harry gave a quizzical look. James gave the returned the look, making Harry understand.

"Two pepo. . . both wearing bwack. . . talking about. . . about. . . I can't remember."

James hugged his son. "It's alright."

James took Harry downstairs for breakfast. The kitchen smelled of bacon and eggs. James' favorite breakfast food.

Lily was at the stove preparing the eggs. She turned in time to see her husband placing Harry in his baby seat. James walked over to the stove and kissed his wife on the cheek. Then looked into her face. She looked as if something was troubling her.

"What's wrong?" James asked, wondering if it was something he did.

"I was wondering if we made the right decision."

"Of course we did." he answered. "Giving Harry his own room let's us have privacy and he won't grow attached. It was only a common nightmare."

"Not that. I was wondering if it was right to trust Peter to be our secet keeper?"

"Oh. Of course it's alright. Why would you worry?"

Lily turned off the eggs, placed them in a bowl, and set it in the middle of the table. Harry began to reach for the eggs. Even though he didn't have teeth, he liked to eat anything that was placed on the table. Edible or not.

"Don't you think we would have been safer with Remus?"

"No."

"Why not?"

James took a deep breath. "Lily, the day Sirius told me he couldn't be our secret keeper, he told me something."

Harry had begun to successfully move the eggs toward him. Lily took a quick glance at Harry, and pulled the eggs back towards the middle of the table.

"What did he tell you?"

"He told me. . .that. . . he thinks that Remus is the spy?"

Lily was shock at this information. How could Lupin be a spy with so much kindness in his heart? He was always against the dark side, and he loved the Potters.

"Are you sure?"

"That's what he says, but yesterday Remus told me that Sirius was the spy."

"When did he tell you this?" said Lily, taking another shock of information.

Just as James was about to answer, they heard a smash. They turned around and saw a smashed bowl on the floor and eggs all over a laughing Harry. Seeing their son laugh made them laugh too.

After Harry was cleaned up and they all had breakfast, a heavy thunderstorm came along. It stormed all day and well into the night. It rained so hard that Godric Hollow looked as if it was about to flood. Looking outside of the window, you so no sign of man nor beast.

Both James and Lily knew something was going to happen that night. No one from the order hadn't bother to check up on them, and when they called Peter's house, he wasn't even home.

The rain continued to pound on the window outside of Lily and James' window. James was downstairs washing up the dinner dishes, while Lily sat in her room writing.

Lightening flashed menacely across the sky, and a threatening boom of thunder was heard. Harry began to cry at the noise. Lily, folding her letter up, walked to Harry's bedroom. Harry was so afraid that he didn't even notice that his mother had walked into the room.

"Shh. It's alright. Mommy's here." she said.

At the sound of his mother's sweet voice, Harry stopped crying and raised his arms as if wanted to be picked up. Lily picked up her baby, and sat in a rocking chair, by Harry's crib. She held her baby close and began to hum softly.

"Mommy. . .wrong?"

"It's alright, sweetheart. Everythings going to be fine."

Lily was so busy trying to confront Harry, that she didn't notice that Harry and just pulled the letter she had written out of her grasp. He tried reading it, but as he was only one, he couldn't make out any of the words.

James came into the bedroom and looked at the scene before him. It was a scene that would tugged at people's little heart and bring tears to their eyes. James quietly walked over to the rocking chair and knelt down besides them. He had no intention to disturb the peace.

Harry eyes roamed over to James, who simply smiled. Harry reached out for his father. He wanted him to move closer.

As James came closer, Harry noticed something gold hanging around his father's neck. Harry reached for it and gave a tug and a whine. James knew that that whine meant that Harry saw something that he wanted.

James took the gold off. It was a circular locket made of the purest gold and had the purest dents. This locket had once belong to James' great-great-great-great granfather. This locket was given to James by his father before he died. And now James was giving it to Harry.

James carefully placed the locket around Harry's neck. Harry held it in his hands, turned it over, and then placed it in his mouth. James slowly pulled it out and placed it back in Harry's hands. Harry once again stared at it, then looked up at his father. He understood what his dad was trying to say. He was saying that the locket was for him.

James and Lily stayed with Harry until Lily said she was going to put Harry to bed. She suggested that James also went to bed. James kissed his son and wife good night before leaving the room.

Lily took her exhausted baby, and layed him back in his crib. He looked over at her with sleepy green eyes. She began to sing as she tucked him in for the night.

My Baby

My Baby

Sleep well today

Mommy's going far away

I love you with all my heart

No matter how far I go. . . we'll never be apart.

My Baby

My Baby

Sleep well today

Mommy's going far away

I know it's love that you crave

But don't forget you are brave

My Baby

My Baby

My sweet sweet baby.

"Good night, Harry." she said softly. "I love you."

Lily watched her son sleep peacefully before returning to her bedroom, and her doom.

It was twelve o' clock when Sirius got back to his apartment. His apartment was a big one. He had a huge living room, a huge kitchen, more closet space than you can imagine, four big bedrooms, and two bathrooms.

He lived alone in this huge apartment. He was never lonely. The apartment building had three floors and of each floor there was two apartments. Sirius lived on the third floon in apartment three.

Sirius had been out all day trick or treating. He had been out by himself because he knew it was too dangerous for the Potters to come outside, and Peter wasn't safe in the streets. He didn't exactly trust Lupin anymore and he lost all contact with him.

Sirius felt bad about Harry not having to go trick or treating on his first Halloween. Sirius made a mental note to go visit Harry and give him some candy.

After Sirius rearranged his candy, and of course ate some of it, he phoned Peter's house, but didn't get an answer. He figured that Peter must be sleeping, so he headed out the door, deciding to go wake up his friend.

"Are you sure this is the house, Wormtail?" asked the man from Lily's dream. He had a high pitch cold voice.

"P-Positive, my lord." Peter stammered.

They had just arrived at Godric Hollow. Standing before them was a house, made of dark brown bricks. It was wet, due to the ran, but to the man, it look welcoming.

"My lord Voldemort." piped up Peter. "Are you sure you want to commit this crime? He's just a child after all."

Voldemort turned to face Peter, who coward before him.

"It's sounds as if you're protecting the boy."

"No, no, my lord. It's just that. . . he's so young."

"Yes he is." Voldemort replied. "And he will never be given the chance to grow up and learn the ways of our world."

"But-"

"He is a threat to me." he hissed. "And no one shall stop me. I am superior. I am powerful. I am Lord Voldemort."

Peter stood there terrified. He had no chose, but to turn in one of his best friends. If he didn't, Voldemort would kill him. And even if Sirius found out, Voldemort will protect him.

With his decision made, Peter moved closer to the door.

Sirius had been banging and hammering on Peter's door for a half hour. Something began to not feel right. Sirius climbed on his motorcycle, and began to speed down towards Godric Hollow.

Lily was awaken by the sound of a crash coming from the living room. Lily bolted straight up. Her heart was pounding inside of her chest, as she began to shake her husband.

"What?" said James sleepily.

"I think someone's broken in. Downstairs."

"It's probably just Sirius shopping in our refridgerator again."

"No, James. Go and check. Please?"

James mumbled to his self as he put on his slippers and made his way out of the door. Lily, not wanting to stay by herself followed closely behind her husband. When they got to the living room, no one was there. The kitchen was also empty.

They suddenly heard a noise upstairs, right above their head.

"They're in Harry's room." Lily whispered.

Voldemort walked over to the crib that Harry was sleeping in. He was not going to waste time. He had to do the job quickly and quietly.

Just as he raised his wand, James kicked down the door.

"Get away from my son you evil psycho."

Voldemort rushed at James, but James was ready for him. They began to duel fiercely, when Lily came in and screamed at the sight.

"Lily, take Harry and run. I'll hold him off."

Lily didn't need telling twice. She grabbed Harry, who was wide awake and made a wild dash out of the door and down the stairs.

As she headed for the front door, Peter came through at. She was very relieved to see him.

"Peter. Thank goodness. You-know-who is here. You have to help us."

She made a movement to the front door, but Peter blocked her path. Lily gave a confused look. She then finally realized what was happening.

"Remus isn't the traitor." she gasped. "It's you."

Peter suddenly slapped her so hard she fell to the ground. In a heartbeat, he had his wand pointing at her.

"Don't move and you will live." he said.

A scream could be heard from upstairs and the sound of a body falling. Lily's heart began to pound so hard that it threaten to burst out of her chest. She knew her husband alone couldn't take out Voldemort.

She wasn't going to be a widow. She was going to protect her baby, or die trying.

Voldemort came down the stairs and stared at the scene.

"Excellent work, Wormtail." he then turned towards Lily. "Give me the baby and you will live."

"No."

"Don't be silly." he hissed. "There's no need for you to die. There was no need for your husband to die either. Hand over the child."

"No."

"GIVE HIM TO ME!"

"I'll never hand over Harry! Not over my dead body!"

"Have it your way."

There was a flash of green light, a pierce scream, and Lily was motionless.

Voldemort pulled Harry from his dead mother's grasp, and placed him on the couch. He aimed his wand at his head.

"See you in hell. Or not. Avada Ke-"

Harry had grabbed Voldemort's wand, and placed the tip in his mouth. Voldemort roughly took the wand out of his mouth.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The spell hit Harry staight in the head bounced off and hit Voldemort. The curse left a bloody mark on Harry's forehead. When Voldemort got up, he noticed Harry was still alive, which scared him.

"He has back up." said Peter. "We'll get him later. Let's get out of here."

Sirius was so worried about the Potters' that he leapt off his motorcycle while he was still at full speed. He rolled across the ground and got back on his feet. His head was a bloody mess.

He ran into the front door and he saw his best friends wife on the ground. Dead. He was in such a shock that he didn't even notice Harry sitting on the couch as if nothing happened.

Sirius went to do a quick check upstairs, but all he found was his best friend dead. The Potters' were dead and it was entirely his fault.

Sirius made his way downstairs, and what he saw made his heart leap with joy. He saw a bloody Harry sitting on the couch smiling at him.

Sirius walked over to the smiling child and knelt beside him. He wiped some of the blood off his forehead and pulled the child into a loving embrace.

Harry hugged him back.

"I promise you, Harry." he said as he began to sob. "I promise you I'll get revenge. I'll kill that bastard if it's the last thing I do."