Disclaimer: This is a FANFICTION! It doesn't belong to me.

Thanks for all the positive reviews! I'm glad people like the idea.

Just to make it clear, I'm not going to have them as Dark wizards. They will have a bit more of a skewed sense of right and wrong, but they will not be dark wizards as such, maybe grey, a lot more independent.

This chapter's going to be really quick because it sets the intro for the next one. The next one's a long one because it basically is the start of the entire story. Sorry for the wait, I'm trying to settle into a new routine and things are flipping around so, yeah.

And The Last Piece Falls

Peter was pacing. Just two days ago he had been made secret-keeper to the Potters. Just two hours ago, he had sold them out. For just two minutes worth of praise. Now he waited for the moment when two of his best friends would be on the hunt for his blood. Funny, how everything bad in life seemed to come in pairs. From prefects nagging on his pranks, to ex-best friends out for your blood. Yes, Peter was very much screwed.

However, the problem was, he didn't know when he would find that moment. The Dark Lord had dismissed him and said that he would dispose of the Potters at his own time. It was October 31st, and Peter was celebrating his Halloween in mourning for his best friends. Friends, who in his youth, would have done anything for him. He had done everything for them. What had he done?

But it would be worth it in the end. The Dark Lord would triumph. He would finally attain glory. He would be king, leader, looked upon with awe. Nevermore would he stand in the shadows of his greater friends. Never again would he be considered weak and insufficient. No one would say he was dumb.

Yet, a strange sense of guilt festered in him. He needed confirmation, something, anything to let him know the deed had happened. The Dark mark burning would not be enough. And with that, he grabbed his cloak, and apparated away to the edge of Godric's Hollow, determined to see the end of the Marauder era, and the beginning of the era of Pettigrew.

"James, there you are," said Lily, as her husband walked into the house.

"Lily," he said with a warm smile, kissing his wife on the cheek.

"You look exhausted! What were you doing all night?" she asked with a frown.

"Background searches," he said tiredly.

"Any luck?" she asked.

"Nothing, we still can't find out who was imperiused to give the Death Eaters Edgar's address, Dedalus is fraught with grief, things still suck," said James bitterly.

"Nothing gets better easily," said Lily wisely, pulling her husband into the living room.

"Yeah, well, I wish there was some way to get those kids back to safety," said James, "It just makes me angry that there's nothing we can do to find them."

"I know hon, I know. How's Molly Weasley anyways? I heard she had a daughter now, that must be exciting," said Lily, trying to distract her husband as she led him into the living room.

"Yeah. They named her Ginerva Molly Weasley. She gave birth August first, a few days before expected, but they think it's because of her condition as such. Her placenta detached in the thirty-first week as you already know, and they think it was caused from the stress of losing Gideon just sent her over the edge. The Healers managed to magically repair it, but, well, it detached again on Harry's birthday. It was a pretty complicated process, but they both made it out alright. The Prewetts were a mess during the entire thing though," said James with a grimace.

"Oh those poor dears," said Lily, leaning into James. She'd already heard the story, however, James seemed to avoid telling her any good news to remain bitter.

"Yeah. It's worse since their living with Muriel still. The house is old and dusty. Not to mention the crazy old bat refuses to clean the house with kid-friendly spells. She sticks to using old potions and concoctions. The other Weasley kids mostly stay outside, playing you know, when they can. But with the baby surrounded by those fumes and agents, it's not good, and Molly's still depressed over the loss of her son and brother, and she's in no state to argue with Muriel over anything. Arthur and Fabian try their best, but well, it's hard to get through to Muriel. They move back to their own house in a few days though," said James.

Before he could continue, they heard wails of a baby.

"Looks like your son wanted to cheer you up," said Lily cheekily, heading upstairs to collect Harry.

James smiled after her and went into the living room to relax. A few minutes later, Lily came in carrying a calmed down Harry.

"Hey there Harry," said James, grinning up at his son.

The baby glared up at him with his Lily's pretty green eyes. He looked wide awake though, and burst into a smile. It amazed James how easily his son could do that. He just managed to make things alright with that smile of his.

"Want some bubbles Harry?" asked James, producing his wand.

It was over. The Dark Lord had disappeared into the night. Peter was left with nothing. In an instant everything ended. All his moments of glory gone, and his only hope to survival ruined by the deaths of James and Lily. He'd seen the way the curses landed. It hit him hard. He'd killed his best friend and his wife, for nothing. It would be a matter of minutes, and then the Order, Sirius, Remus, they'd be on him. He wanted to run, to hide, but he couldn't. He was frozen.

Suddenly a sound made him snap out of his reverie. It was the sound of a baby crying. Startled, he turned to run before anyone approached him, when a sudden idea struck. If he took the baby to the nursery, he could use Harry as a peace offering. He must have had some kind of awestruck power in him to make him invincible against the Dark Lord. If he took the baby, the Death Eaters could raise him as a new Dark Lord. He'd make it through. He'd survive.

Without a second thought he began to rummage through the rubble, using spells to lift rubble and move broken down pieces of wall. He began to dig and dig with a strange frenzy. Harry was his key to survival. He felt a clawing sense of guilt, and ignored the bodies of James and Lily as he sent a quick tarp over them. He needed to survive. He was doing the right thing, right?

Finally he found the baby. It stared up at him with big, watery green eyes. A strange, lightning bolt scar now adorned his forehead. He felt overwhelming guilt as the baby raised his pudgy hands to be lifted, to be comforted. He wanted to abandon the baby right there and run. However, his instinct to survive overwhelmed him.

"Wormy?" asked the baby in his childlike, innocent voice.

He was unaware. He had no idea the terrible deed he had just done. He should leave the child. Every inch of him was screaming that he'd regret it. However, he needed some collateral for protection. Hardly any of the Death Eaters who could offer him protection would want to kill something they could raise to be the ultimate weapon. So he lifted the baby, and disappeared into the night.

"Where are they, Hagrid?" asked Sirius, paling as he arrived at the house.

Hagrid looked frantic, tearing apart rubble and parts of the broken house, searching for something. Sirius didn't bear to ask what it was.

"Not here, he isn' here!" wailed Hagrid.

Sirius however, ignored him. He was stark white as he stared at the dead bodies of James and Lily Potter. Hagrid had laid them together. They looked like they were sleeping. So peaceful and calm, yet they'd never awake again. He wanted to scream, to sob, and oddly, a strange desire to laugh at the entire absurdity of the situation. James Potter was dead. Lily Potter was dead. Harry- Where was Harry?

"Where's Harry, Hagrid?" asked Sirius, turning away from the bodies as tears filled in his eyes.

"Not here! I searched ev'rywhere for 'im," said Hagrid frantically.

"Do you mean, they took him?" said Sirius, falling onto his knees.

"I don' know, I need ter tell Dumbledore," said Hagrid, his face sinking, as he struggled to hold back his tears.

"No, no, it's not happening, it's all my fault," said Sirius as he held onto his head, trying to stabilize himself.

"Let's get ter Dumbledore Sirius, you can tell him the story then," said Hagrid gently.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go," said Sirius, still dazed.

And so the two apparated away into the night.