An: I was inspired today and was able to finish this chapter today. The first few paragraphs are from Sirius' point of view; then the rest of the chapter is from James. And I'm can't write Hagrid's accent so it looks the same as James'. Another note at the end.

Chapter 2 Sirius' Nightmare; James' Nightmare

Sirius was scared. More scared than he has ever been. Pete was missing. But there was no sign of struggle. Yet, Peter was not home. He had to get to James. Oh, Merlin, James, Sirius thought as he rode his motorbike though the sky, Please be ok, you have to be alright. James, be ok, just be ok. Sirius didn't know what he would do if James was dead. He just can't be dead. That's impossible.

Finally, Sirius made it to Godric's Hallow. But the sight that greeted him was one from his nightmares. The house was completely destroyed. The door was blown in. The roof over Harry's room was completely gone. The house looked dead. No, no, no, no! Sirius' mind screamed as he ran toward the house. He had to know; he had to see.

"JAMES!" Sirius screamed at seeing James' body. He looked so dead. "James, wake up! Wake Up!" Sirius started shaking James upon reaching his body. "Wake up! Please, don't be dead! Don't be dead! Don't leave me!" Sirius whimpered. How am I supposed to live without James? Sirius thought as he collapsed on James, just laying there with no desire to move at all. What was the point? James was dead. And it was his fault.

It was his plan; he told them to switch secret keepers. If he never told them then James wouldn't be dead. It was Peter. Peter did this. He was going to pay. Sirius was going to kill him. "I'll fix this, Prongs, I promise. I'll kill the bastard."

Filled with new purpose, Sirius stood up to leave. Giving James one last look, he left to kill Peter—to make him pay for what he did.

As the last sound of Sirius motorbike left, James woke with a start. What happened? Voldemort! Lily! Harry! Where are they? James scrambled to his feet. But he moved too fast causing him to crashed to the ground again, his head pounding. Ugh! He did not have time for this. He had to know what happened to his family.

Slowly this time, James stood. Swaying slightly, James made his way up the stairs. The house looked horrible. The roof was blown apart. That scared James. They had to be ok. Lily got out. It was just Voldemort being mad. James tried to reassure himself. But why was he still alive. Would Voldemort kill him? Why wasn't he dead? James was almost to the nursery, when he saw her. Lily. Dead. No, no, no, no! "LILY!" She can't be dead. Where's Harry? "Oh, Merlin, please don't let him be dead."

Just then, crying started. Harry! He's alive! Thank Merlin! James hurried towards Harry, holding him close, trying to calm him down. "Daddy's here now, Daddy's here, shoo, Harry," James whispered gently, looking over Harry. He seemed unharmed expect for a scar on his forehead. It was weirdly shaped, like a lightning bolt. But that didn't matter Harry was alive. The only question was why.

"Mama" Harry cried, seeing his mother on the floor. "Mama." Harry looked at James. "Mama, UP!" He pointed. James didn't know what to say. How was he supposed to explain to a one year that his mother was dead? Lily was dead. Oh, Lily, why? James was at a lost for what to do.

Boom!

James jumped, tearing his eyes away from Lily, pulling his wand out. Who was there? Was it death eaters? Voldemort? James held Harry closer to him; nothing was going to happen to Harry. He would make sure of it. James crept down the stairs; hold his wand high in one hand, cradling Harry in the other. Ready to fire his wand at anymore, James almost shouted a spell, when he saw someone he did not expect.

"Hagrid? What are you doing here?" James asked, curious why the half-giant was there. And why he was there.

"James?" Hagrid stared at James in shocked. "You're alive?"

"Yes! Of course, I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Professor Dumbledore thought you were dead. When he heard about the attack, he sent me to get Harry." Hagrid stated, still surprised to see James but grateful all the same.

"Why would you be getting Harry? How would he even know Harry was alive?" James wanted answers.

"I don't know; I just need to get Harry to Dumbledore." Hagrid said.

"You're not talking my son from me, Hagrid," James said angrily, he wasn't going to lose his son. Not after what happened to Lily. At the thought of Lily, James felt his anger leave him, feeling with pain and sorrow.

"James," Hagrid said gently, noticing a change in the man before. "Is Lily…"

"Yes" James said in a pained voice. "She's dead." James started to cry; he didn't want to think about this. Oh why, oh why did Lily had to die and him live.

Hagrid tried his best to comfort him. James let him; it calmed him down a bit. But it didn't make the pain go away. James didn't want to be here anymore—at the place Lily died. Beautiful, sweet Lily, so full alive was dead. He didn't want to think anymore; he needed to get out of here. "Let's go, Hagrid. I'm going with you to Dumbledore."

James wasn't going to lose Harry. And since Dumbledore wanted to see Harry, James was going to Hogwarts. Maybe there, he would find some answers to what was going on. And where did Voldemort? And why did he just leave Harry alive?

An: Sirius doesn't know James' alive, despite should have been able to heard a heart beat, because he was panicking and not thinking straight. Updates should come often. I've got an outline of the fic so I just need to write chapters for them. And I have already started the next chapter. And I'm done with this semester of school so I will have a lot of time to write. Thanks for reading and the reviews.