A/N: The next chapter will be the last chapter before i start up on the next series, hope you guys have enjoyed it so far. :)

Remus laid next to Rebecca who had been asleep for the past two days. His body ached, the full moon was tomorrow. He had never seen her lose it so bad in a fight, at first he thought she was going to kill everyone there, the look on her face, it scared him. It took everything in him not to lose it, he had been close to the twins, they were like brothers to him and he wanted to beat in every Death Eaters face there. He kissed her cheek lightly and cuddled her closer. He wasn't sure how much more Rebecca would be able to take, after what had happened to Frank and Alice he was worried she might go on some sort of killing spree and the other night she almost had. Moody had written it off as a stray spell but suggested she stay out of any raids for the next week or so and just take it easy. She stirred and turned over and looked at him.

"Hey sweetie." He said softly and she nuzzled up to him.

"Did it all really happen?" She asked quietly as she buried her face in his chest. He was quiet and let out a sigh.

"Yes."

"It makes me so angry." She whispered.

"I know love, just try to rest alright?" he said and she shook her head and sat up.

"I don't want to sleep. I want to kill all those fuckers." She muttered darkly.

"Becky…"

"I know, I know." She sighed. "I just lost it last night."

"Its been two days, how is your head? You split it open pretty badly." He said and she felt the back of her head where it was tender.

"Fine." She sighed.

"I didn't do too much damage did I?" She asked and he bit his lip. "Remus what did I do?"

"You killed one with a killing curse and another with a boulder."

"Oh god." She said and buried her face in her hands.

"Moody says to take some time."

"I'm fine." She snapped.

"He ordered it, alright? I'm getting worried about you."

"I'm fine, really." She said and got up. "I mean I'm alright with sitting around and letting them pick us off one at a time, I'm fine with losing everyone I know and love, I'm fucking FINE!" She yelled at him and he stared at her. She turned on her heel and walked out of the room to the backyard. She stood outside and wrapped her arms around herself and cried. She wasn't fine.

Rebecca sat on the couch in the living room, the embers from the fire crackled and Rebecca sighed to herself. It was the full moon and she hated being home so she had come to Headquarters. It was empty but she felt much safer. She felt herself dozing off when the sound of the front door woke her. She rolled over not wanting to be bothered, she was tired. Footsteps came to the living room and suddenly someone sat on her. She yelped and the person jolted and stood up. A wand lit up and she looked at Sirius.

"Merlin Walcott." He said and slicked his hair back.

"Hey you sat on me." She said with a yawn.

"Why are you here?" He asked and looked around.

"I don't want to be at home, full moon. What about you?"

"Just tired of being home." He said and sat down on one of the chairs. He pointed his wand at the fireplace and two logs piled themselves on top and lit up. She watched him as he stared in to the fire.

"How are you doing? All right?" he asked and she nodded.

"I'm banned from fighting for a while." She said and he nodded.

"Probably good for now right?"

"Yeah I suppose." She shrugged. They sat in silence and she looked at him.

"Hey Sirius." She said and he looked at her.

"Yeah?" He asked and she took a deep breath.

"I'm going to tell Remus." She sighed. "Its the right thing to do."

"Yeah." He said and stared at the fire.

"I'll tell him after the full moon." She said and sighed. "It's going to break his heart." She said and he was silent. "I've been feeling so overwhelmed with everything, anger, fear, guilt, heart break, I just need to let go of some things, you know?"

"Alright." He said with a nod.

There was a long silence as they both stared at the fire unsure of what to say. She watched him for a while as he stared at the fire. She mentally scolded herself as her thoughts shifted to Remus. She loved Remus, very much. He was good to her, better than she could have ever hoped for. He loved her and did anything to take care of her and she loved him for that but it wasn't like with Sirius. It lacked passion. With Sirius there was a fire, a passion that burned between them, there always had been. Her thoughts went back to the day on the train when Sirius walked in to the compartment, she had been ready to deck his punk ass and since then there was a fire between them.

It took a moment before she realized he was looking at her.

"What?" He asked and she shook her head. It would kill Remus, he would probably want nothing to do with her. Her stomach dropped as she thought of how good he had been to her and what scum she was.

"What did you say when we were in Diagon Alley the other day?" She said and he looked away from her.

"Nothing, just being dumb."

"No really what did you say?" She asked and he looked back at her. He wanted her more than anything he had ever wanted. He loved her, her fire, her stubbornness, and her wit. At times he had let his mind wander to what things would be like if they ended up together. He could see himself settling down with her and really falling in love with her. An idea that had scared the crap out of him a year ago.

"Its nothing, I've got to go, I'm going to go see what Pete is up to." He said and got up. "Have a good night alright?" He said and she nodded and sighed.

"You too Sirius." She sighed and he left the room. She watched him until he was out of sight and felt her stomach churn at the idea of telling Remus, but she had to, it was the right thing to do.

He was due to report to Voldemort in one hour.

Peter paced up and down. He could still go to Dumbledore...in fact, he'd almost gotten into the fireplace and gone three times tonight, but what if Dumbledore sent him to Azkaban? He couldn't risk it...could he? If he betrayed James and Lily, Sirius would kill him...he knew it...but of course, how would Sirius get to him?

He would be protected by the most powerful wizard in the world. What did he have to fear from little Sirius Black?
Lucius and Narcissa watched Peter pace around his apartment from their vantage point outside his window, grinning in satisfaction.

They'd been assigned to watch Peter that night...Voldemort was anxious about his spies, and had taken to having them followed when he could.

He needed to make sure that he wasn't being betrayed.

What was worse, Peter asked himself, turn in his friends or spend some time in prison? How could he live with himself if he did it? It would be the same as killing them...

He couldn't. He had to go to Dumbledore, now, before it was too late.

He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and was just about to step into the fireplace when two people burst through the window of his apartment.

"L-Lucius, N-Narcissa, I-I didn't, I-I mean I wasn't..."

"Expecting us? We know. Just thought we'd drop by and escort you to finish your report. The Dark Lord can't wait." Lucius grinned at him evilly before gripping his left arm viciously as Narcissa grabbed the right.
Voldemort wasn't in a good mood, and he didn't want to hear from Peter that night. He was almost angry when Lucuis threw Peter at his feet.

"What now?" he asked lazily.

"We were watching him, my Lord, and he was about to leave, though he was due to report tonight. We thought it might be relevant."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows. "And was it, Wormtail?"

Peter shook his head. "I was on my here, my Lord, when they burst into my apartment." He managed to look somewhat irritated with the two of them...he hoped.

Voldemort yawned and waved his hand. "Well, go then, if you have nothing. I will see you again in two week's time. I want Sirius Black, Wormtail."

Peter nodded, and began to back out of the room hurriedly, but suddenly Voldemort's head came up. There was far too much relief washing over the rat's mind...he had something to tell, Voldemort was sure of it.

"Wait a moment, Wormtail." he commanded softly.

Yes, there was definitely an uncharacteristic amount of dread on his face now...even the rat wasn't usually this terrified.

"You do have something to tell me, don't you, Wormtail?"

Peter's mind raced. Anything, was there really anything that was new? Anything besides the Secret Keeper?

"You know who the Secret Keeper is, don't you, Wormtail?"

Peter tried to smile. "S-Sirius, m-my Lord."

"YOU'RE LYING!" Voldemort screamed mirthfully. "IT'S YOU!" He began to laugh crazily, gripping Peter's shoulders until the long fingernails on his hands dug through the fabric of Peters shirt and right into his skin. "YOU CAN GIVE ME THE POTTERS!" he screamed, as Peter's blood trickled over his fingers and down Peter's shirt.

Lily snuggled up to James. "Do you know that we have the greatest kid in the world?"

"How do you know? He's only a baby!"

"I just know, James."

James smiled at her. Everything was perfect, he had to admit. "You're right, love. He is the greatest kid in the world."

"I'm always right."

James grinned and ruffled her hair. "Know-it-all."

Lily was almost asleep when Harry cried. It was a little, tiny, 'where are you mommy?' kind of cry, and he only did it once, but she got out of bed anyway. She picked him up and cuddled him to her face, kissing him and pushing back his unruly hair.

"You just got a haircut 2 weeks ago and you need a haircut already, mister man." she told him, walking back over to the cradle. As she passed the window, she noticed that there were several figures in the front lawn, and a small wave of dread went through her.

"James." she whispered peering in to their room.

James didn't wake up right away, so she went back to the window to see if she wasn't just imagining things. There were more of them, and...there was Peter!
He was at the front of the group, cowering in front of Lucius Malfoy...Lily let out a tiny, terrified scream and James was awake instantly.

"Lily! What's wrong?" James asked as he rushed in to the room. Lily couldn't speak, she just held Harry tighter and pointed.

The tallest figure was now advancing towards their house.

"Peter." she finally whispered.

James's stomach dropped out from under him. He was going to be sick, he just knew it. What had he done?
He searched Lily's frightened face, and he knew that it was the last time he would see her in that life. They heard the back door rattle. James looked back into her beautiful green eyes.

"I love you." he whispered.

Lily felt like crying, a huge sob rose up inside of her, but she couldn't. Nothing would come.
James kissed her, and then he pushed her into the room at the very end of the hallway. "Don't move. Don't make a sound. I'll be right back." He kissed her again, and as they heard the door break down, he mouthed I love you one last time.
Then he was gone.
Voldemort squinted through the dim kitchen. They'd be upstairs. Suddenly, a huge iron pot came flying into his face. He barely ducked in time. The next thing was a kitchen stool, followed very closely by a large chair and then a heavy cookbook.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH," James Potter came crashing towards him, throwing things with all his might, jinxing things to come at his face in between.
As the first jet of green light poured out of the kitchen windows, the Death Eaters cheered and rushed towards the house. Peter, forgotten, sank to his knees and retched all over the grass.
Voldemort had barley missed James, blowing apart a whole section of the sink.
Kitchen items continued to fly at him, but he couldn't find James anywhere.

"Come out, come out wherever you are," Voldemort coaxed ominously.

James panted heavily from where he lurked behind the door to the stairs. He was almost out of things to throw, and he had tried to get Voldemort's wand away from him several times already. It was hopeless.

"Fine then." Voldemort conceded. "I didn't come for you, anyway."

James sucked in his breath as Voldemort came towards the stairs, and picked up the last stool.
With all his might, he flung it at Voldemort's head.

"LEAVE THEM ALONE!" James shouted, making a flying leap for his enemy. He never made it.
Voldemort's curse caught him across the chest, and James Potter fell in a crumpled heap at his feet.
Voldemort laughed evilly and shoved James's body aside with his foot.
Lily heard James's strangled cry and the moment that the curse took his life she felt it, felt as though it had taken hers too, and knew that it would.
She hugged Harry to her and retreated into the corner of the room.
Voldemort's footsteps thudded on the stairs.
Harry looked up at her questioningly, and when she looked down into his little face and reached down to brush the hair off his face once more, he gurgled and laughed, grabbing onto her finger for the last time. She leaned down and kissed his forehead lightly, as Voldemort stepped into the room and flipped on the light switch.

"How touching."

Lily stiffened and backed as far away as she could, as Voldemort advanced. He stopped about the middle of the room, and Lily's eyes filled with tears that poured silently down her face.

"Any last words?" Voldemort asked Harry, pointing his wand at the baby in Lily's arms.

"Please, please, not Harry! Not Harry!"

"I wasn't talking to you," Voldemort snarled.

"Take me, not Harry!." She yelled standing in front of Harry.

"Step aside silly girl." He said. She refused and stepped towards Voldemort.

"Avada Kedevra!"

"NO!" Lily screamed, turning her body so that the curse went through her. She crumpled to the ground.

Voldemort pointed his wand at the little boy that sat before him.

"Avada Kedevra!" He yelled. There was a burst of green light but nothing happened.

Voldemort looked curiously at his wand for a moment, but as the cheers from his Death Eaters filled his ears, he sunk to the ground as well, his wand falling to his side. Somehow he'd lost his grip on it. Curious.
The baby wailed at him from across the room. He had to kill that baby, but suddenly his hands were transparent...no, they were non-existent! He felt himself fading, losing it...he was dying...no! He couldn't die! Could he?
Voldemort somehow left the house. Wormtail was gone...his followers looked at him in amazement before fleeing also...
Voldemort was defeated.

Sirius stopped by Peter's apartment he picked up some Chinese food for Peter and headed to the apartment on his bike. He landed it away from muggles and got off. It was fairly late but he knew Peter was always up late.

Sirius scratched his head, climbing up the stairs in Peter's apartment building two at a time.

"Peter?" he asked pounding on the door. No one came.

"What the hell?" Sirius asked no one, impatiently pounding on the door harder. Peter had probably just fallen asleep

He tried the knob, and to his surprise it was open. The next second his heart crashed into his knees

Peter was gone. The window was broken...

Sirius was more scared than he'd ever been in his life. What the hell was the window broken for? Where was Peter?

He made a quick search of the apartment, still holding the food in his hand, then stopped in front of the fireplace. Three pictures were on it... one of Lily, James, and Harry one of Peter's family and one of Peter himself.

Sirius couldn't believe it...Peter hadn't betrayed them...he couldn't have..

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Sirius screamed angrily, chucking the food at Peter's picture.

He had to get to James's.

Sirius lost all regard for the secrecy codes, gunning the motorbike into the air in front of at least thirty muggles.

He urged it to go faster, blinking away the tears that came because of the cold night air, and because somehow he knew that what he was going to find at his best friend's house was not going to be good.

Sirius leapt off the motorbike before it even touched the ground, letting it fall to the ground carelessly.

He couldn't believe what he saw. The house was dark and quiet. It looked as though nothing had happened, until Sirius noticed a few small tendrils of green smoke that hung around the sides of the house.

"No," he whispered huskily, following them around to the back door, which hung off its hinges, broken in three pieces.

"NO!" he shouted again, not moving. He started to cry. He couldn't go in there, could he? He had to.

The kitchen was completely destroyed. It looked as though James had thrown everything that the Potter's had owned around the kitchen in defense of Lily and Harry.

Sirius came around the kitchen table and let out a strangled scream. James' body lay at the foot of the stairs, hand still clutching his wand

"NOOOO!" Sirius screamed, really crying now. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. James was dead...how could James be dead? It wasn't possible

Heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs. Was Voldemort still here? Sirius drew his wand, not moving. If he was going to die tonight, too, then so be it. He wasn't going to let Voldemort get away without a fight

"Sirius?" a husky voice asked him

Sirius blinked away tears. It was only Hagrid. He looked up at the gamekeeper and nodded. "Lily?" he croaked the desperate question

Hagrid sighed and nodded. He had been crying as well. "Little 'Arry here is the only one ter survive.

Sirius's breath came in ragged spurts. "Harry, only Harry.

He completely lost it. He was out of his mind with grief...what was he going to do? He'd never see James again...they'd never tease each other about girls...not that he'd really done that since James had gotten married, but still...he'd never see James show off with that last stolen Snitch again...never get to see James's other kids..

"There, there, Sirius. Try ter calm down," Hagrid said softly

"Calm down? CALM DOWN? MY BEST FRIEND IS DEAD! HAGRID, YOU KNOW ME, YOU...YOU...KNEW JAMES! HOW CAN YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN? WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO?

Hagrid looked slightly taken aback at this. He tucked Harry into his coat, and threw his big arms around Sirius. Sirius let himself sink into the big moleskin coat and just cried

Harry woke up about fifteen minutes later and added his small voice to Sirius and Hagrid's sobs

The two men released each other and stood there in the destroyed kitchen a bit awkwardly

"I cant stand it anymore," Sirius said, leaving the kitchen with one last look at James's body

Hagrid followed him out into the lawn, carrying Harry

"Give him to me, Hagrid. I'll take care of him."

"I have my orders from Dumbledore. He's ter go ter his aunt and uncle's house in Surrey."

"Hagrid, I'm his godfather! James would want him to be with me!"

"I have my orders, Sirius."

"Doesn't Dumbledore care what James and Lily would want?!"

"I can't give him ter you Sirius!"

Sirius looked into the big man's face. There was no way he was going to get him away. Dumbledore must have some kind of a reason...Sirius would have to talk to him later. Besides, Sirius had some unfinished business to take care of.

Peter was going to pay.

"Take the bike, then Hagrid."

The big man nodded at him solemnly and gave him one last hug before tucking Harry into his coat.

"Goodbye, Harry," Sirius whispered, tickling his godson once more. Harry grabbed onto his finger, and for a moment, Sirius almost grabbed him away from Hagrid. But he couldn't. He'd talk to Dumbledore soon enough.

Hagrid pulled Harry gently away, and the little boy burst into tears.

Sirius nearly lost control again as another sob rose in his throat, and he turned away as Hagrid and the bike lifted into the sky.

Harry's wail carried on the night air, mingling with the horrible green smoke, bringing James's crumpled body looming before Sirius's eyes once again.

"Goodbye, James," he whispered, sinking to his knees on the grass, watching until Hagrid and Harry were completely out of sight.

Sirius ran back towards the city determinedly

There was no way that he was going to find Peter like this. What was that spell that helped you find someone? He had to find that little..

"Ahh!" Sirius shouted, right in the middle of the street. Several people looked around at him.

"What are you looking at?" Sirius asked them impatiently. "What are you even doing out at this time of day? Go back to bed you crazies!"

It was nearly 7 in the morning before Sirius found him.

Peter was coming out of his apartment building, wand in plain sight, clutching something that he held in his left hand. There was blood all over his robes.

To Sirius's surprise, he came right towards him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sirius screamed. "How can you even face me, after what you've-"

"You killed them!" Peter screamed. "You killed James and Lily!"

Sirius raised his wand and pointed it at Peter, bewildered. People on the street were stopping, looking. What the hell was Peter talking about.

"You killed your best friends! You betrayed James and Lily!" Peter screamed again.

"SHUT UP!" Sirius yelled. "HOW CAN YOU-"

But Sirius couldn't finish. White-hot sparks erupted from Peter's wand and he released whatever it was that was in his left hand as his robes emptied and shrank to the ground. Sirius was thrown backwards as fifteen Aurors advanced towards him, wands out.

Sirius caught a glimpse of a little rat squirming between the legs of Mad-Eye. It turned and lifted it's left paw, and Sirius noticed that it was bleeding, and a digit was missing. Peter had dropped his bloody, severed finger on the robes.

Sirius burst out laughing. It was perfect. Hand over James and Lily, get high up in the Dark Lord's Death Eaters, frame him...he'd never have given Peter credit.

The Aurors around him stopped for a moment, as though wondering what to do, but Sirius dropped his wand and put his hands in the air. He was done.

Rebecca stared at the house, tears welling in her eyes. There were aurors everywhere but she walked past them silently. The house was a mess, everything was blown to bits in the kitchen. She saw a sheet over a body and she looked towards the stairs and raced up. She came in to Harry's room and saw another body covered and she fell to her knees crying.

"Oh god, Lily no." She cried as she crawled over and lifted the sheet. Lily looked peaceful and beautiful, even in death. Rebecca scooped her in her arms and hugged her tight, crying harder than she had ever cried in her life. Her heart was being wretched and torn in half. Her best friend was now dead in her arms and there was nothing she could do, no magic in the world could ever bring her back.

"Oh god, Lily." She cried and felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at an Auror who said something to her but she couldn't even comprehend what he was saying. Suddenly she was pulled away from Lily and she screamed.

"No, Lily!" She said and struggled against a pair of strong arms. "I wont leave her, she's my best friend!" She screamed.

"Becky, Becky." She heard a familiar voice say before she was pulled in to a hug. Remus held her tight and cried in to her as he sat her down on the steps outside the house.

"They're gone Remus, James and Lily are gone." She said and he nodded.

"I know, I Know." He choked. "He ratted them out." He said angrily through his tears.

"W-what?" She asked wiping her tears away.

"Sirius ratted them out, he was the Order spy all along, he handed them over to Voldemort." He said and she stared at him. "And he killed Peter." He said bowing his head.

"Sirius wouldn't do that, there- there has to be a mistake." She said and he shook his head.

"Moody saw the whole thing." He said darkly and she stood up from his lap.

"No, no, no, no no, this isn't happening." She said and started to back away from him.

"Becky, please- where are you going?" He asked as she started to walk away.

"I don't know, I need to get out of here." She said and pulled out her wand.

"Please Becky, please stay here, with me." He said trying to hold back tears.

"I'm sorry Remus." She said and disappeared. She needed to find Sirius.