I Don't own Harry Potter if I did, then Harry wouldn't have lost his parents, Sirius would have been imprisoned, Remus and Sirius would be happy and in love, but sadly the honour goes to J.K Rowling

With James:

James jumped as the door smashed into his wall. His wand poised and ready to strike down who ever dared entered his home. "Expelliarmus" James heard Peter shout and the next thing he knew he was disarmed, with Peters spell.

"Hello James." Voldemort said causally, as he walked in through the hole his spell created. "I hope you don't mind but your friend invited me over. And when I heard that it was just going to be you, and little Harry well I just had to come. Now be a good lad and tell, where exactly is your son." Voldemort cold, cruel tone sending shivers down his spine.

" I will never tell u where my son is" James declared bravely. "Well then," Voldemort said a twisted smile forming on his face "we'll just have to see what we have to do to get you talking wont we. Crucio" James dropped to the ground withering in pain. "tsk, tsk, now this could have all been avoided if you had just be cooperative. Oh well, I must admit I like doing things this way"

Voldemort cackled. "we….we trusted u p-p-peter, why did u betray us." James chocked out his throat raw from screaming. Peter looked down at his friend "Trusted me? You never trusted me James, it was always Sirius and Remus. You never cared if I was left out, you never cared about how I was feeling. To you guys I was an idiot, a failure, a waste of fucking space.

But then I joined Voldemort the smartest thing I ever did. If I say so myself master. People appreciated my talent more than you and your pack of idiots ever would. Now to put you through the pain I went through, Sectumsempra" Peter bellowed. James screamed as deep long gashed appeared all over his body, soaking his clothing blood Voldemort cackling the whole time.

"Da da?" All three adults froze as they heard those words. As one the turned to look at the top of the stairs, where they saw Harry staring down at them. His eyes, huge as he took in the sight in front of him. All he wanted to know who the bad man was and why he was hurting his daddy.

"Harry RUN!" James cried to his son. Just as Voldemort got moved towards the stairs, in an a desperate attempt to buy his son some time James lunged at the Dark Lord only to be hit with Peter's Immobulus. James gasped in pain as his injuries hit the hard unforgiving floor.

"Don't worry not James, I'll take care of your son, in fact I promise to make it painless." Voldemort comforted the twisted smile on his lips. "No ," James sobbed "please don't touch my son, I'll do anything! Just leave my son alone!"

Voldemort regarded the mans crumpled sobbing for before reply "sorry to late for that. Peter why don't you keep your friend here some company." With that Voldemort carried up the stairs to Peter's call of Crucio and James's screaming.

"Harry, oh Harry… where are you? Voldemort called into the darkness. Muffled snuffling alerted to him of the small bump on the bed. As he pulled back the covers, he exposed Harry sobbing form. Large terrified emerald eyes looked up to his own.

"now child no need to fret this will only take a second. In fact" he turned to the hall as James let out another pain filled scream. "yes I believe your father will be joining you shortly." With that he pointed his wand at Harry and said

"Avada Kadavra" only to have the spell rebound and head straight towards. Voldemort had no time to react, no time to move and as a result the spell hit him dead on in the chest a terrified scream leaving his throat.

His body slumped onto the floor and his soul left his body. Peter and James were temporarily blinded by the light that streaked through the hole in the wall. A deafening silence filled the room as the two occupants tried to figure out what the hell had just happened.

Peter raced up to Harry's room to try and make sense of it all, he to let a wail when he saw what had became of his master. Harry sobbing from the lightening cut he had on his forehead got off the bed as raced past Peter and down the stairs to his father who still hadn't moved.

He carefully placed his two tiny hands onto his father face. Stunned James turned his head and saw his little boy. Stiffly James turned on his side and crushed Harry into. Tears escaping his eyes and the pair cried softly into each other's arms.

Exhausted Harry fell into an uneasy sleep in his father's arms. The spell wearing off James was able to slowly climb to his feet, pick up his invisibility cloak and placed it over his sleeping son, after moving him to a relatively safe area, he had just returned to his position as Peter came tearing down the stairs.

"Where is he Potter?" he snarled. James regarded his former friend with a look of defiance in his eyes. "I am never going to tell you" his answer was another Crucio. James tried not to scream as his body was assaulted by terrible pain. His mind on his alive, sleeping son. Peter grew frustrated with James pointed his wand right into his face and bellowed Avada …"