Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, neither books nor movies.

AN: Mood music: "Getting Away with Murder," by Papa Roach

(2) I have edited this chapter! Hopefully the sentence structure is less confusing, and there are less grammatical errors. When I first posted, I hadn't really done a thorough editing job. A reread isn't necessary, as none of the plot-related details have changed, but you can if you want to. I alos have a nasty habit of using too many commas - sorry.

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The night was quiet. There were few bugs or birds making any sounds. There was no breeze. It was the night of October the 31st, 1981. Something terrible had happened that night, the same as many other nights in the years before, and it was strong enough that even the animals of the night could sense it.

The icy fingers of dread were wrapping themselves around Sirius Black's heart. He didn't know what had happened, but he could feel it. He decided he would go to Peter's home. Normally, Sirius would go to James' house, because he was best friends with him, but something was telling him to go to Peter's. He didn't want to think about why that was, but he went anyways.

Mounting his motorbike, he started on his way to Peter's. Sirius was hoping that Peter would forgive him for coming over so late, but his hopes were forgotten when Peter didn't answer the knock on his door.

"Peter?" he called, knocking again. "It's me."

Still there was no answer. Dread, unease, and the beginnings of fear worked their way into his heart.

"Peter?"

Sirius went inside when he found the door to be unlocked. What he found disturbed him. The house was neat, with a few items here and there that were normally present were missing, and the only sounds he could hear were his own heavy breathing and pounding heart. Peter's home was never this neat.

"Anyone here?"

Sirius shut the door behind him, and went through to the other rooms. Finding those empty, he went into the bedroom, and saw that all of Peter's things were gone – his muggle clothes, his robes, his wand (which was not necessarily alarming), and few other things.

"…No…" he whispered.

Terror filled him. Peter wouldn't have…

"No!"

Sirius turned and ran out of the house, leaving the door open in his haste. He mounted his bike, and tore down the road, flipping the switch to make it fly. He had to get there – fast. He wasn't going to ride on the ground this time.

Leaning to the left, he curved the bike through the air in the direction of James' home. His heart was pounding fast, a terrible feeling washing through him, filling his body with adrenaline.

Please, please, please be there, he thought.

Then he saw it.

No, no, no!

Approaching fast from high above the ground, he could see smoke and the flickering light of fire in the darkness around the same general area of his friends' home.

Drawing closer still, he could now see clearly from where it was originating.

"No!" he cried out.

It was now obvious – that smoke and those flames were coming from James and Lily's home. Sirius hadn't thought it possible for him to grow more afraid, but he did. James. Lily. Harry. He pressed in on the petrol, trying to make the bike go faster.

Sloping the bike into a dive, he curved to the right to land on the street in front of their home, which looked to have half the second story in the back left and a quarter of the first just under it completely blown away, and there were some small flames licking along the edges of the rubble.

Sirius dismounted quickly, tears of grief already coming down, and ran towards the door, which looked to be blown off its hinges. When he had seen the location in which the apparent explosion had occurred, he was even more terrified, because he knew – that was Harry's bedroom. It was his godson's bedroom. Sirius sprinted through the living room, turned to go up the stairs, but stopped in horror. It was James. James, his best friend, was collapsed on the stairs, his wand held loosely in hand, eyes still open, apparently dead. It was obvious to Sirius what curse had taken his life – only one killed like that.

"Oh, God, James…"

Sirius shook himself, pushing his anguish aside to be dealt with later, and was running up the rest of the way when he heard it.

A child was crying.

He stopped at the landing.

"…Harry!"

Taking off again, he went down the hallway, and when he stopped at the doorway, seeing Lily lying there at the base of Harry's crib, Sirius was filled with anguish again. He quickly crossed over to where Harry was still crying softly, in his crib.

A small sob escaped Sirius, but he pulled out his wand and performed a quick check-up spell on him. Other than the cut on his forehead, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with him.

Relief washed through him. Harry was okay… he was okay! Sirius didn't understand it. James and Lily were dead, but Harry was okay, other than the strangely-shaped scratch. He couldn't understand where the scratch had come from. Sirius could feel the evil residue in the room. He could see that James and Lily were likely killed with the Killing Curse. Why wasn't Harry dead?

Then it hit him like a ton of bricks.

James… and Lily… are dead. They're dead. And the reason… His emotions began to change. He lifted Harry out of his crib, and started whispering to him, attempting to comfort him as his emotions of grief began to mix with rage. Peter. Peter had betrayed them. He had betrayed them all. The spy hadn't been Remus at all. It had been Peter. The only possible way someone could have found out about this house was if Peter had told them – the Fidelius Charm prevented it otherwise.

He wanted to kill him. There was no doubt about it. Sirius would kill that rat for betraying them… but no. What about Harry? He had to take care of him.

I can come back, he reasoned. Get Peter, and then come back for Harry.

But at the same time, he could see sense. He needed to stay with Harry. He couldn't abandon him now, not even for a few hours. He had to stay with him. It was the only thing to do. It was what James and Lily would have wanted him to do.

Sirius walked out, stepping over Lily, and, after looking on with a deep, cutting pain and loss, around James to go down the stairs. He was torn. He was filled with anger and anguish over what had happened to Lily and James – which he still didn't understand where Voldemort had gone, as the only sign of him had been the presence – but at the same time, he felt relief that Harry was alright, and determination to make sure he stayed that way.

Harry was still crying, but had calmed a little after recognizing who was holding him. Sirius didn't bother to worry about him still crying – he had just witnessed his mother be killed, and quite possibly his father as well… Sirius hadn't even seen it, but he was still crying. Harry had every right to cry.

Sirius tucked Harry, who was wrapped tightly in his blankets, into the sidecar of the motorbike. Sirius was glad he hadn't removed it, for whatever reason. He cast a quick lasting warming charm over the sidecar, and also a quick spell that prevents things from falling or jumping out. He wasn't going to lose Harry for anything.

He paused, and looked around again. There was no sign of any death eaters, and there was no sign of Voldemort other than the fact half the house was blown away.

What happened here? He wondered. Then he looked over the area of the house he knew James and Lily were still lying.

I'll take care of Harry for you, like he was my own son. He thought. I promise you.

Another single tear rolling down his face, he wiped it away, before trying to shove his grief from his mind – even if it was only for the moment necessary to cast the spell he needed. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in another attempt to compose himself, and brought up his wand. He called to the front of his mind the happiest memory that he could now hold onto – finding Harry in almost perfect health despite the state of parents that night.

"Expecto Patronum!"

When the glowing silvery form had been cast and was standing in front of him, Sirius instructed it to go to Dumbledore with a message.

"Sir… I have… awful news." His voice broke. "Voldemort… He's killed James and Lily." Once he got this out, the words began to gush out of him. "Just three days ago, I… I thought that I would be too obvious for the position of Secret Keeper, and so an idea came to me, and oh God, I thought it was good one but it wasn't, and now they're dead and… It was Peter! Dumbledore, I told James and Lily to make Peter the Secret Keeper, and I would be a decoy! All three of us had thought Remus to be the spy, because he was a werewolf, but he wasn't, Remus wasn't the spy, Peter was!"

Sirius started crying again.

"And James thought the idea was great, and so we did it – they made the switch in Secret Keepers from me to Peter. He must have told Voldemort the Secret! God, I want to kill him! And-and I would, too, if it weren't…" He took in a deep, shuddering breath.

"I have Harry. He's okay. I don't know how – all he had was a scratch on his forehead. There are no signs of Voldemort or death eaters around. I'm still standing outside their house, and… Merlin, half of their house is destroyed. But there's-there's no Dark Mark, no death eaters, no… I just don't understand it. I could feel his presence there, Albus. But he wasn't there… James… James and Lily are still inside…"

He trailed off, and braced himself against the parked bike.

"I have to take care of Harry. I think… I think I'm going to take him, Albus. I'm going to disappear with him. Check the will, if you want proof of Peter being the Secret Keeper. They updated it just before… just before performing the charm.

"I don't know if Voldemort is gone. It certainly seems like it, something about Harry did him in, but I find it hard to believe – not after all this. Not after all he's done. But… if he is… I'll see you in 10 years, at the least. I don't know what this prophecy said exactly about Harry and Voldemort, but I want Harry to be off the map completely and literally – where no one can find us.

"And, since I can't do it without leaving Harry… Get him, for me. You get Wormtail, and you make him pay. Make sure he either dies and goes to hell or that he goes Azkaban, at least, which everyone knows is the earth equivalent of hell."

With that, he sent off the Patronus, and mounted the bike. Sirius pressed the motor-silencing button on the bike, kicked the starter, and pulled off. He sped at speeds sure to be illegal, for the road, but he didn't want any of the Order or Auror Squad catching up to him once they get the guaranteed message from Dumbledore of the attack. Once on a stretch of open road, he Disillusioned himself, the bike, and the sidecar before picking up into the air and turning towards London. He could think of one place where he could take Harry. It was a place no one who knew him would expect him to go, because he hated it so much, but it was perfect because it was under Fidelius. That, and Sirius was the only one who knew the Secret with he himself being the Secret Keeper. He never thought he'd ever say this – but thank Merlin for paranoid parents who hated muggles, creating a house that was unplottable, warded, and under the Fidelius Charm, with each Black heir or heiress becoming Secret Keeper as part of their inheritance. And lucky Sirius, since his younger brother died, his parents had no choice but to leave it to him - even though they had hated him with all their hearts.

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AN: So, this is the first chapter. I don't think this will like a normal story… More like a series of one-shots that sometimes skips around in the timeline, and sometimes doesn't. I don't think it will be more than 5 chapters… Each chapter will probably be about this length. If anyone takes inspiration of this, and wants to make it into a full-blown story, feel free.

I have not written ahead. Like, at all. So, don't expect me to completely finish this. I'm not known for keeping up with "stories," which is why I'm not making this a story. I'm good at creating scenes in a story, but I'm terrible at filling in the gaps. And so, writer's block abounds, in that area… But, I can probably finish each chapter within 2 weeks.

I don't like begging for reviews, as that's annoying for me to read, but feel free to leave a review. I'd love to hear what you think.

(2) IF YOU'RE A FOLLOWER AND ARE WONDERING WHY YOU GOT AN EMAIL NOTIFICATION WHEN THERE'S NO NEW CHAPTER: I'm sorry for the false alarm... Next chapter should be up this week. I haven't had the chance to work on it, yet, and this chapter was bugging me to no end because of it's mistakes. I simply had to fix it. Don't kill me for the false alarm, please! D: