A/N Hi Guys. Thank you to my special special friends who reviewed the last chapter!! I hope you enjoyed it! Here is the next instalment so I hope you enjoy!

By the way this chapter is dedicated to my wonderful friend Pilks and I'm sure she'll see why later!!

Chapter 2

People crowded around the ruined house, tears streaming down their faces. The house had stood in the middle of the relatively new, all-wizarding village of Wulfric-Brian. Visitors to the village would often pass by it, in the hopes of glimpsing the man who lived inside. Harry Potter was a legend. And now, as the people stood in front of the crumbling brickwork, that hope that he had ignited, so many years ago, seemed to flicker and gutter and fade.

A red haired woman in a flowery dress emerged from the ruins clutching a small bundle to her chest as though afraid it might slip away. Her shoulders heaved with her silent sobs as she climbed into the waiting car. She was followed by a younger, red-headed man who appeared to be shell shocked. A petite brown haired woman clutched onto him as he rubbed her back gently. They were easily recognisable as Ron and Hermione Weasley, Harry Potter's best friends, who were known to have played their part in the war. They too climbed into the car which sped off, out of sight.

Inside the remains of the house, smashed possessions scattered the floor. A few items were distinguishable through the rubble. A pink rattle. A toy broomstick. A miniature wizard's hat. Ministry wizards combed through the rubble by magic searching for anything that could lead to whoever had committed such an awful crime. Harry and Ginny Potter had been murdered brutally in their sleep and their two young sons had been taken. For some unfathomable reason, young Lily had been left crying in her crib, not touched or harmed in any way. It was an unimaginable tragedy.

After all that he had done for the wizarding world, Harry Potter had been given the highest protection possible by the Ministry. It was inevitable that what he had done would create enemies. Voldemort had many followers, some of whom were dead and some of whom would spend the rest of their lives in Azkaban. While they could not harm Harry Potter, they had relatives who were outraged by the outcome Harry Potter's actions had decided for their loved ones. Harry had still been in danger, even though Voldemort was dead, even though most of his followers had turned. And the Ministry thought that their protection would enable him to live an ordinary life free of worries. They had been wrong.

Someone had managed to break through the multitude of spells, charms and counter curses that rested on the house, without creating a stir. It was unheard of.

Molly Weasley, Ron and Hermione sat on squashy sofas in the large waiting room at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. No one spoke. Tears still streamed down Mrs Weasley and Hermione's faces. Ron sat staring at a wall, Hermione's hand clutched in his lap. They could not believe it. For years they had been free of the terrors that had surrounded the Great War. They had all been happy, carefree. Lunch was held at Mrs Weasley's every Sunday and the entire family was invited. The children were the closest of friends. And now Harry and Ginny were dead and their two sons had been stolen away.

For Mrs Weasley, the loss of two children (for that was what Harry had become to Mrs Weasley) and two grandchildren in one short night was too much to bear. As she had carried her only remaining grandchild from the Potter family, from the wreck of the house she had held her so tightly that Lily began to wail. But Mrs Weasley had not loosened her grip. She felt that Lily was going to be snatched from her at any moment and couldn't bear to lose the last remnant of Harry and Ginny that she had. She had lost so many that were dear to her. Fred, Lupin, Tonks and now Harry, Ginny, James and Albus. She had to cling on desperately to what she had left.

A massive search party was underway to find James and Albus. The Ministry had wizards everywhere and the wizarding community was on Red Alert to "Find Harry Potter's Sons". But so far there had been no sightings and no knowledge of their whereabouts.

"Mrs Weasley?" A young witch with brown hair entered the room. "My name is Healer Pilkington. I've been looking after Lily. I'd just like to say...I'm so terribly sorry for your loss. I can't imagine how it must be for you but I do know that all of the wizarding community's thoughts are with you. Everyone knew what your daughter and son-in-law did for us and they will always be remembered." She looked down at the floor sadly.

"Thank you. That...well...that means a lot." Mrs Weasley stood up and straightened her crumpled dress. "Is Lily alright?"

"She appears to be fine. It looks as though she was thankfully untouched. She was particularly hungry when she was brought in. She obviously hadn't been fed in a while but apart from that she appears to be completely healthy. I don't know how she escaped but all I can say is thank Merlin!" Healer Pilkington had lead Mrs Weasley, Ron and Hermione down to a small room leading off the main corridor. There were two aurors standing at the door, who Ron recognised as having worked for Harry. They passed on their condolences as they opened the door.

Lily lay in a small crib, waving her chubby legs in the air gurgling noisily. The sound was so cheerful and uplifting that it seemed almost inappropriate and came as a shock to all of their systems. They stood frozen for a minute before the gurgles turned to loud wails and Hermione's motherly instincts kicked in. She rushed forward and lifted Lily, cradling her to her chest.

"There we go, Lily, Aunt Hermione's got you now. You're safe; nothing's going to hurt you now." She rocked gently as Lily's cries subsided. A few new tears appeared on Hermione's cheeks as the situation hit her. Two of her greatest friends had been brutally murdered and her niece had been left as an orphan just like her father before her.

She turned to Mrs Weasley. "What will happen to her? And what about James and Albus? They're so young! If anything happened to them..."

"You and Ron should take her. You are her godparents. It's what Harry and Ginny would have wanted." Her voice broke on the last word.

Ron put his arms around Hermione and Lily. "We'll love her just like they would have. And we WILL find James and Albus. I promise you."

A/N Well there was the 2nd chapter! I hope you enjoyed it and please REVIEW!!! I am open to all CC and love hearing your ideas on how the story can get better!!