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Collision by CallingMidnight

Format: Novel
Chapters: 39
Word Count: 112,524

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Romance
Characters: Harry, Lupin, Sirius, James, Lily, OC
Pairings: James/Lily, Remus/OC, Sirius/OC

First Published: 12/21/2004
Last Chapter: 07/11/2005
Last Updated: 09/09/2005

Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting BEAUTIFUL new banner by RecklessAbandon!!!! For years, Heather's only remaining relatives ignored her, leaving her in an orphanage...until, when she turned 17, for some unknown reason they saw fit to send her to Hogwarts for a final year of schooling. At fist, Heather was nervous about meeting her only family. But she quickly realized that she needn't be afriad...she should be terrified. Her relatives were worse than she had remembered. Especially her cousin, Lucius Malfoy.

Chapter 38: What Dreams May Come/ Echoes of the Past

Chapter Thirty-Eight~*~What Dreams May Come/Echoes of the Past

Peter’s heart was pounding as he walked numbly down the street. It was way past midnight, and the sun was beginning to peek over the trees, slowly and cautiously, as though checking to make sure it was safe. Peter would have liked to inform it that, no, it wasn’t safe. He wished he could explain that he had just been given the information Voldemort craved. He had just been made Secret-Keeper for the Potters! No...nothing was safe now.

His hands grew cold in his pockets, and he pulled them out, looking at their soft, pudgy surface. Dirt was sprinkled carelessly between his fingers, mingled with sweat. These grimy little hands held the fate of the Potters, Heather, Sirius, Alice, Frank, and probably even Remus.

“They deserve it...” he whispered, his watery eyes closing against the memory of Alex’s face. “They deserve to die!” his voice raised, yelling to nobody in particular. He was suffocating, his own vengeful plans were crumbling in on him. He knew it would lead to his ruin, if not his death. His thoughts were so confused, he wasn’t sure if he cared or not. Alex would have known what to do...Alex would have helped him along.

The misery he was feeling threatened to push him through the cracks in the sidewalk. The weather seemed to grow darker with his mood. Slowly, pale clouds formed in the sky, moving together as though trying to gain comfort from one another. It didn’t seem to be working, because they started to cry. They mourned for the loss of so many lives. They alone knew Peter’s thoughts, and they alone could portray the desolation he felt. Their tears dripped on his shoulders, and they were as a tonic, healing his wounds. He finally stopped walking, raising his head to the heavens.

He tried to forget the look on Lily’s face as she put the protection of her child with him. She had looked so confident, yet nervous. And then little defenseless. He knew nothing of the world and it’s evils. Better to end his life at this point, right? Peter thought. Why raise a child in a world filled with such misery? Peter was actually helping them...wasn’t he?

No, he thought. He was killing them. He was as good as murdering the only friends he had ever had. ‘But they killed Alex!’ a little voice in his head insisted.

“Not really,” Peter said aloud, now soaking wet. “It wasn’t them personally.”

‘But it was their was Aurors...’ the little voice said.

“Do they deserve to die for what others have done?” Peter asked himself. But he had hardly thought the question before the word ‘yes’ was repeated throughout his numb mind. But then he had an idea...he remembered Voldemort asking him if he’d known the full Prophesy. Peter had said no. He remembered those feelings so vividly. It was the first time he had been able to lie to Voldemort without his finding out! His heart raced now as he realized what advantage this gave him. Voldemort didn’t know that trying to kill Harry would be his downfall...if he kept that a secret...

“There you are, we’ve been looking for you all over,” said a nasally voice from right behind him. Peter leapt a foot in the air, turning to see Theodore Knott standing there in the rain. “Voldemort wants’re in big trouble...”

Peter gulped, but apparated along with Knott. He wasn’t too afraid though. He had information that would most likely save his life...and end Voldemort’s.


“Well, I suppose this is officially our home now,” Lily said half-heartedly. “It’s not too bad, is it?” James looked around the shabby, one-story house.

“Yeah, Lils, it’s great,” he said sarcastically. Lily looked crestfallen.

“There is no need to take that tone,” she said reprovingly.

“No reason at all?” he asked, the bags under his eyes becoming more pronounced. “We’ve just been moved from our home to this dump, we brought only one suitcase of our luggage, we’ve been put under house arrest, we can’t have visitors, Remus hasn’t spoken to us in weeks, dozens of wizards and witches die every day, my life is in danger, your life is in danger, and most of all, our son’s life is in danger. Not to mention that one of my friends is a spy, Alice and Frank have been getting threats in the mail, and oh, by the way, we have an evil wizard that will most likely take over the world any day now!”

Nobody moved after James’ raging, until slowly, Harry began to cry a low, mournful wailing. Lily’s eyes were watering, and she was slowly shaking her head in misery. “I can’t believe you just said that,” she whispered. “Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I’m oblivious to all that’s happening?”

“You’re always so calm, don’t you care about what’s happening around us?” James asked, raking his fingers through his hair.

“Of course I care!” Lily yelled at him, ignoring Harry’s wails. “I act calm because if I didn’t, Harry would have two parents acting like idiots. Don’t you ever think that your moping about might effect your son? When was the last time you saw him smile? If all he sees is your forlorn face, he can only assume that there is something to be afraid of!”

“There is something to be afraid of!” James said desperately.

“Yes, there is. And I’m terrified,” Lily whispered, taking James off guard. He hadn’t expected that little confession, but it came as a hard blow. “Somebody has to be strong for our son, and if it can’t be both of us, I must do it alone.”

“Lily...” James said, shame washing over him. But Lily ignored him and took Harry into another room. James kicked their table in anger. Lily was right, he was acting like an idiot. He had to be strong. “Dammit, I’m sorry,” he whispered, and he walked to the door of the room Lily and Harry were in. He watched from afar as Lily set Harry on the carpeted floor. She picked up on of his favorite stuffed animals, attempting to make him laugh. He wouldn’t do it.

“Hello, Harry!” Lily said, making her voice low and playing with the stuffed frog. Harry tried to grab it, but Lily quickly moved it from his reach, making the frog kiss him on the nose. Harry let out a satisfied noise, and tried to grab it again, this time Lily let him. Harry attempted to put the thing in his mouth, but Lily stopped him. James’ heart broke as he watched his wife trying desperately to pull some happiness from his son. Finally Lily took the frog, making it leap around Harry, making croaking noises. Lily smiled triumphantly. “Things aren’t that bad! Just smile, and things will be a lot better around here!”

Harry responded with a gurgling noise. Flapping his arms around happily, he tried to crawl over to the empty corner of the room, where a spider was now sitting, watching them menacingly. Lily let out a gasp. “Oh no, Harry. You don’t want to play with that!” she said, laughing at Harry’s enthusiasm. Her smile faded as she watched the spider crawling around, and then looked up at the number of spider webs draping themselves from the ceiling. “It’s not home, that’s for sure,” she said with a sigh. “But it’s only for a short time. We’ll be out of this place soon.”

“Yes, we will,” James said from the doorway, scaring Lily.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that,” Lily said crossly, doing her best not to look at him. She was still furious.

“Lily, I’m sorry,” James whispered. There was a silence, and then Lily looked up at him.

“I know,” Lily whispered sadly, bouncing Harry on her lap. James took him from her, and lifted him into the air. “Be careful!” she squealed as James began to twirl him around.

“He likes it, Lily. Look at his face!” James said excitedly. James gave a laugh at the joy on his son’s face. “He will make a great Quidditch player someday.”

“I certainly hope not!” Lily said, as though the idea made her faint. Though when Harry let out a giggle, and then a laugh, her heart warmed. James continued to lift Harry into the air, swirling him around and laughing with his son.


“You disappoint me, Peter,” said the death-promising voice of Lord Voldemort. “You said you didn’t know where the Potters were living, yet I recently found out that you have been over at their house many times.”

“Yes, my lord,” Peter said, whimpering.

“Do you realize how long I have been searching for the Potters?” Voldemort asked softly.

“Yes, my lord,” Peter mumbled.

“And do you realize that this time you’ve wasted is more valuable than your life?” Voldemort said, this time he moved forward a little.

“No, my lord,” Peter said, gathering all of his courage. Voldemort froze in surprise.


“I’ve been waiting for the right moment,” Peter said, lying. He wasn’t sure why, but Voldemort either ignored the fact that Peter was lying, or didn’t care.

“Tell me where they are living,” Voldemort said. “Then I will kill you.”

“I’m the Potter’s Secret-Keeper, my lord,” Peter said quickly. That got the reaction he had wanted. Voldemort’s eyes widened in a joy so great, Peter knew he would be spared his life. Voldemort’s face twisted into a disgusting smile.

“You’re their Secret-Keeper,” he said, as though wanting to hear the words again.

“Yes,” Peter said, his relief forming in his throat.

“That makes me very happy, Peter,” Voldemort said softly. “Now, tell me their location, and I will spare your life.”

“Yes, my lord,” Peter said meekly, his life in ruins. Hopefully Voldemort would make their deaths painless....

“When will this end, Sirius?” Heather whispered, walking into the living room and collapsing in a couch by the fire. Sirius sat down beside her, his face blank, betraying the roiling emotions beneath the surface. He felt like a boiling pot, ready to overflow at any minute. He put his arm around Heather.

“Heather, I honestly don’t know,” Sirius murmured.

“It’s not fair,” Heather said, crying now. People seemed to be crying a lot lately. “Lily and James should be able to enjoy a normal life. It’s wrong, Sirius. What can we do?”

“I don’t think there is anything we can do,” Sirius sighed. Then he groaned. “I have work tomorrow.”

“Don’t remind me,” Heather said, closing her eyes and shaking her head. Sirius saw her immense stress, and held her hand.

“We’ll get through this,” he whispered against her ear, “and we’ll do it together.”

“I know,” Heather said, and she smiled. “Come on, I’ve got to get up early tomorrow.” Together they left the living room. Sirius was moving down the hallway when he stopped, realizing Heather had stopped walking. He turned to see her standing completely still. She looked like a statue.

“Heather? Are you alright?” he walked towards her, his hand outstretched.

“Don’t–touch–me!” she stuttered. Sirius withdrew his hand slowly.

“What’s wrong?” Fear was etched in his face. “Are you sick?”

“I’m going to have a vision soon,” she whispered in realization. Sirius frowned.

“How do you–” he began, but before he could finish the question, Heather’s eyes closed, and her head jerked back. Her fists were balled up tightly, and she looked as though she were having some sort of seizure. “Heather!” Sirius yelled, not sure what to do. Should he wake her up?

James tossed Harry into the air, laughing and joking, while Lily looked on, love sparkling in her eyes. The rain tossed around outside, denting their cheery mood. The pathetic little house they lived in was leaky, they discovered, and pots and pans were placed around the house at certain locations.

“He will make a great Quidditch player someday,” James informed.

“I certainly hope not!” Lily said, as though the idea made her faint. Though when Harry let out a giggle, and then a laugh, her heart warmed. James continued to lift Harry into the air, swirling him around and laughing with his son. “Alright, I’m going to make dinner. Any favorites?”

“Macaroni and cheese!” James said, acting like a two-year-old. Lily laughed.

“I’ll see what I can do.” She grinned. James turned back to Harry.

“Did you hear that? She’ll see what she can do,” he informed his son, bouncing him around. Lily left the room, still smiling. James set his son on the ground, watching as he tried to move around, but failing miserably. “You know, I think things are going to be alright,” James said softly, smiling lovingly. Harry turned to see who was talking. “I know, I know, I’m singing a different song all of a sudden, but the more I think about it, the more I agree with Lily.”

Harry gurgled, swinging a stuffed horse around.

“You’ll know to agree with her too, someday. She’s a tough one to beat, so you’ll quickly learn that no matter what, Lily is always right,” he said jokingly.

Harry made a face at that one.

“Yeah, it’s tough to get used to,” James muttered. Then a dreamy look came over his face as he heard pots and pans clanging together as Lily worked on dinner. “But it’s worth it, in the end. You’re an amazing thing, you know that?” James said as an after-thought. “I just still can’t believe I have a son!”

Harry giggled, and James pulled him into his arms.

“We’re going to make a great pair, you and I,” James informed him. “I’m going to teach all you need to know. You’re going to be a pro at Quidditch, and you’ll break every school rule there is to break! Just don’t tell Lily....” James whispered.

“And maybe when you’re older, you’ll become an Auror, like your old man,” James said proudly. “And I’ll be there to help you through it all. Remember that, Harry,” James whispered, a smiled forming his lips. “No matter what, your mother and I will always be there for you.”

Harry’s face relaxed, his eyes drooping slightly. James snorted. “Your appreciation is touching, son,” he muttered sarcastically. He set Harry gingerly in his crib, trying not to wake him. Then he moved to the living room, grabbed a paper, and then froze. He had just heard something. He ripped out his wand. It had been outside. His heart thundered, but he moved out the back door, being as quite as possible.

“Hello, Potter,” said a cold voice from right behind him. James spun around quickly to see Lord Voldemort. His mind seemed to freeze. Lily and Harry were inside! He had to protect them! He readied his wand. “I’d like to end this quickly, if you don’t mind,” Voldemort said politely, his eyes narrowed into red slits. “I still have your wife and son to murder, you see. So little time, so many–”

But James didn’t allow Voldemort to finish.”AVADA KEDAVRA!” he screamed, his heart and mind focused on the family he had. Voldemort reacted so quickly, James was only just able to move out of the way.

“Relashio!” Voldemort hissed, sending a torrent of sparks at James. The hem of his robes singed, but James remained unharmed. “Come, Potter. We know you’re an excellent Auror, but you’ll never be able to beat me!”

“We’ll see about that!” James roared, and then, “Flamrata!” Flames surrounded Voldemort, covering him in black smoke. Coughing could be heard from within, but the flames hid all. James squinted, praying that Voldemort was inside those flames, burning to the ground. He couldn’t see however, as the flames had grown to high. James seemed to stand there for eternity, until the fire slowly began to die down.

James’ eyes widened as he looked on. There was nothing there, but a pile of ash. Was that it? Had the great Lord Voldemort been beaten by simple flame? No, James didn’t believe it for a second. Instead, he began looking around viciously for any sign of further danger. He didn’t see any. Lily, he thought. He had to get Lily out of here. He began to run to the door, but just before he grabbed the handle, it covered itself with sharp spines. He didn’t react quick enough, and his hand was impaled by hundreds of tiny needles. He swore in pain, and looked around. His hand oozed blood, and he was forced to switch wand-hands. Something caught his eye, however, distracting him completely.

A tiny black snake crawled from the ashes, it’s eyes looking around, its tongue waggling in malice. “You can’t win, Potter,” said a cold voice that seemed to come from within James’ own head. “Give up...that’s what all the others do...”

James didn’t even respond to that, but instead raised his wand. Before he could open his mouth to issue a curse, he was interrupted by a collapsing sensation on his skull. He felt as if he had just been hit over the head with a hammer. His eyes watered as he struggled to stay conscious. He wobbled on his feet, and looked around blearily for the cause of such pain. He hadn’t quite found it yet when he was hit yet again in the stomach. He dropped to the ground.

“What the...” he muttered, now struggling to his senses. He finally found the cause of his pain when his eyes landed on the form of a huge snake. The snake’s tail whipped around, trying to hit James again. This time James was ready, and he rolled to the side. The tail hit hard ground. Voldemort sprung from the body of the smaller snake, and now he seemed to be talking to the larger one. “Parseltongue...” James whispered in disgust. Voldemort grinned evilly.

“Now...” he said, and the snake reared its head back. James knew what it was about to do. It was prepared to sink its teeth into him, ready to kill him with its venomous fangs. James wouldn’t allow that, and made a violent slashing movement with his wand. Immediately the snake dropped to the ground, as a noise issued from it that James had never heard any living creature issue. A deep gash in its side oozed black blood while its head flailed around.

Voldemort’s eyes widened in furry. “Look what you’ve done!” he screamed. The snake wailed even more, but Voldemort was ignoring it now. “You’ve gone too far, Potter.” James backed away, but decided on a new idea. He didn’t raise his wand, and instead stared straight into Voldemort’s cold red eyes. He had never tried anything like this before, but right now he knew who would ultimately win if things kept going like this. James had to change the rules a little, and do something...unexpected. It was obvious that for a second, Voldemort was confused. Within moments, however, James’ motives became quite clear.


“NO! Stop it!” a little boy cried, cowering in a corner. A large man was holding a wooden baseball bat, and his face was contorted in furry.

“How many times do I have to say it! KEEP AWAY FROM MY BROOMS!” the man yelled, hitting the boy hard with the bat. The little boy cried, a long, pitiful cry.

“I didn’t mean to, tell him mommy. I didn’t mean to break it!” the boy cried to somebody standing in the doorway. A women was watching the scene with such intensity. She looked horrified, as if she wanted to help, but was too afraid to.

“I think it was an accident, Tom,” the woman said in a soft, sweet voice. She was actually quite beautiful, with soft red hair and pale skin. Now her face was wretched and tear stained. Tom looked thoughtfully at the woman. Then he nodded gruffly.

“Fine!” he screamed, and threw the bat at the boy, who threw his hands over his face. Then without another backward glance, he stormed out of the room. For what seemed like forever, nobody moved. Then the woman walked slowly to the boy.

“Its okay, Tommy. Everything’s going to be alright,” she whispered, pulling the beaten boy into her arms.

“Why didn’t you stop him?” Tommy sobbed, his blue eyes were red from crying. His mother ignored him, and continued to rock him back and forth. Tommy was shaking badly, both from pain and furry. “I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill that man,” he whispered.

“STOP! NO!” Voldemort screamed. He was out of breath, and his body was shaking terribly. He hadn’t expected that. No Auror had ever been able to break into his memories before....

James knew at once he had witnessed a piece of Voldemort’s past. He stared in amazement, as he had never seen Voldemort so flustered before. Or so angry.

“I’m going to make you wish you had never been born,” Voldemort hissed, advancing so quickly upon James that he almost fell over. “CRUCIO!” he yelled, but it never touched him.

“Protego!” somebody yelled from a distance away. The torturing curse flew back at Voldemort, who conjured up a silver shield to protect himself. It melted as the spell hit it, letting out a scream of its own as the hot metal dripped down onto the grass. Both men turned to see Lily, her wand out, looking empowered.

“Lily! Run! Take Harry and get out of here!” James screamed upon seeing her. He had never been so terrified in his life as he saw his wife standing in the middle of the yard, so vulnerable.

“I won’t leave you here!” she screamed.

“Lily! Save our child! I’ll hold him off! It’s the only way and you know it!” James yelled, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his leg, and it took him a while to notice that it wasn’t going away. He looked down, and whole face drooped in realization. He had the feeling he was in an airplane, and knew the plane was about to crash. His whole existence came down to three more minutes at most. He was a dead man, yet he was alive enough to realize it. As he had been arguing with Lily, a tiny black snake had slithered its way over to them, unnoticed. It currently had its teeth embedded in his ankle. “Oh shit...” was all James could say as he stared down. Slowly he began to feel the pain all throughout his body. He began to sway on his feet, and his vision blurred. “Lily...take Harry and run...” he whispered, sinking onto the ground. His body hit cold, hard ground and his eyes rolled around.

“I’ve failed,” he whispered as the last of his life dripped from his eyes in the form of tears. “I’ve failed...”

Lily watched in comprehension as her husband dropped to the ground.




Lily didn’t know what to do. All caution left her as she ran to James. Surely he was just sleeping...that was it! Of course! Silly of her to get so frightened.... She nudged his shoulder, and his head flopped forward. Lily let out a horrified scream, and then, without thinking, threw her fingers at his neck, checking for signs of life. Her fingers were so eager for a pulse that they itched with hope. Yet no amount of hope could bring James back.

“NOOOOO!!!!” came a blood-curdling scream. Lily leapt at James, grabbing his face between her hands. Dead? No! Surely not! She tried to crawl closer. “WAKE UP! JAMES WAKE UP!” she yelled in his face. He did nothing. He didn’t wake up at all. Lily’s entire world seemed to collapse in on her. She couldn’t breath. “” she chanted over and over again. She clung to James’ lifeless form. She tried desperately to attain the warmth he normally possessed. Now, however, he was as cold as ice. She began to notice a soft, satisfied laughing coming from somewhere near. She saw Lord Voldemort, his eyes narrowed as he smiled in pure joy.

“COME BACK! JAMES!” she wailed, anguish ripping at her voice, leaving it in indecipherable pieces. She scrambled backwards, hearing only Voldemort’s sickening laughter. She knew the only reason that she wasn’t dead was because he was enjoying her pain so much. Her sobs wracked her entire body. What was happening? Little black dots danced before her eyes, and she thought she might have fainted if not for a certain thought that floated into her head. Harry...she needed to get her son....

In minutes she was on her feet, running to Harry’s room. Voldemort followed her lazily, his eyes twinkling with a happiness that can only be attained by people with insanity running through their veins. She threw open the kitchen door and ran to Harry’s room. He lay sleeping soundly. Lily ripped him from his crib and clutched him to her chest. But as soon as she ran to the open door, it slammed shut in her face. “NO!” she wailed, her hands slipping on the doorhandle that refused to turn. She pulled out her wand with shaking hands. “Bombarda!” she yelled, but the blast that occurred did nothing to open the door.

“There is no way out,” a cool voice said from the corner. Lily turned to see Lord Voldemort standing there, twirling his own wand about.


“I will if you give me the baby,” Voldemort whispered, smiling as if Lily’s misery was a sweet candy he was savoring.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY BABY!” she screamed at him. She picked up anything near her and threw it at him. Then she got a better idea, and raised her wand.

“Avada Kedavra!” she yelled. The spell missed Voldemort by inches, blasting a hug hole in the wall. “Impedimenta!” she screamed, but Voldemort blocked it. “STUPIFY STUPIFY STUPIFY!” she wailed in horror. Voldemort blocked them all. Lily stood out of breath. “Don’t hurt my baby...take me instead,” she whispered.

“It doesn’t work like that, Lily,” Voldemort said evilly. “Move aside, and you needn’t die,” he hissed.

“Never!” she screamed. Voldemort shook his head, but smiled all the same.

“As you wish...”

Next Chapter::::: Echoes of the Past:::::::::::

“GO TO THEM!” came a shrill, blood-curdling shriek. “RUN! LILY! JAMES!”

“Heather, calm down, everything is going to be alright!” Sirius said, looking as if he had just seen a dementor. His face was tight and stressed. He had sweat covering his face, and she saw relief trickling across his entire body. She was shaking violently.

“Oh god, oh god,” she was whispering over and over again. Tears rolled thunderously down her cheeks. “I’ve got to help them!” Sirius cradled her.

“Jesus, I was so worried about you. When you didn’t wake up, I didn’t know what to do! I tried everything, I even called Dumbledore, but he wasn’t at the school. I was so scared,” he said, whispering the last bit as he tried to drown himself in her long dark hair. Heather realized where she was. She was lying in their bedroom, and Sirius was sitting by her side, as pale as the moon.

“I’ve got to go! Now!” she said, trying to scramble out of bed.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Sirius said firmly. He doubted she would be able to stand anyway, she was shaking so bad. “You need to tell me what you saw,” he said soothingly. Heather calmed down as she looked into his strong face. He was there for her, she knew. She drew comfort from his presence. She felt better knowing that he would be there. Everything was going to be alright...Sirius could handle any situation.

“Voldemort...he killed Lily and James!” she gasped out. Sirius froze for a moment.

“You’re sure?” he asked quietly. She nodded vigorously.

“We’ve got to go to them before it happens. And little Harry...” she whispered. She couldn’t remember if he had actually gone through with the spell. She assumed he must have killed Harry too. She wept even harder at the thought of the innocent child being murdered at such a young age.

“I’ll go and take a look,” Sirius said, holding her hand. Heather nodded, beginning to stand again. As soon as she reached her feet, her legs began to shake all over again. Sirius steadied her. “And you’ll stay here.”

“I’m not just going to lay here and let you handle everything,” she nearly yelled.

“Heather, you can barely stand,” Sirius insisted. “And besides,” he continued quickly, as she opened her mouth to argue again, “Somebody needs to stay here in case Dumbledore comes by. I’m going to go and look for him while I’m out. He should know about this.”

“How will you get there?” she said frantically.

“I’ll take the motorcycle,” Sirius said, standing up quickly.

“But it’s broad daylight!”

“Not anymore,” Sirius said, looking scared again. “You’ve been out for quite a long time...” Heather sighed in frustration. Sirius stopped and turned to her, seeing her distraught face. “Hey, it’s going to be alright. Remember, it hasn’t happened, and it might not ever happen.”

“Yeah. There is always another path...” Heather whispered, remembering the little blue-haired man’s words.

“Cliche much?” Sirius asked. Heather shook her head, not looking up from her deep thoughts.

“Go now. I’ll let you know if Dumbledore stops by,” she said hurriedly. Sirius nodded, and within seconds he had gathered up his cloak and had left. Heather heard the door shut, and laid her head in her hands. “We’re all going to die....”


Sirius rode off into the air, allowing the feeling of freedom to swallow him whole. What did it all mean? He thought to himself. Was he really going to die, like Heather’s vision? Were the Potter’s really doomed? Would evil rise above good, crushing them into the ground? This certainly wasn’t the way he had planned things to happen. In all of the books, and the movies, good always won. Sure there were the stumbling blocks, but in the end, everything always worked out. It didn’t seem like that would be the case this time. If all of the visions Heather was having came true....

He didn’t want to think about that.

He began to focus more on the direction of the Potter’s house. He pulled out a slip of parchment with Peter’s hand-writing scrawled on it. He had been one of the few that had been granted the knowledge of the Potter’s location. He, Dumbledore, Hagrid, Moody, and of course Peter were the only ones who knew. Even Heather didn’t know.

He read the slip carefully, keeping one eye on the sky. He quickly memorized it, and slipped the parchment back into his pocket. He then began to search for the small, dingy cottage. Within fifteen minutes Sirius had almost reached his destination. His heart was pounding with anticipation. Would he find the house blown to bits? Would he walk among the ruins and find their dead bodies thrown about the wreckage? He shuddered at the thought. And how would Voldemort know, anyways? Would Peter tell? Was Peter the spy?!

His heart throbbed with relief as the house came into sight below the trees. It looked perfectly fine. He was about to fly down and tell the Potters to be on guard, but then thought better of that idea. What if he was being followed? What if a Death Eater saw him? They might follow him down. He couldn’t risk that. He had to find Peter. What if he was being tortured by Voldemort right now? And where was Dumbledore?

He decided to go to the one place he thought Dumbledore might be: Hogwarts. He swivelled back around, swerving dangerously, and then zoomed forward, hugging the treeline, making certain he wasn’t seen.

He arrived at Hogwarts about an hour later. A feeling of returning home consumed him, and his growing anxiety seemed to leave him for a second. Then he spotted something. Somebody was milling around the grounds. At first he thought it was probably Hagrid, but he saw at once that it couldn’t possibly be. It was much too small. He squinted his eyes, and began his descent. His curiosity was peaked. He touched the ground within minutes, quite a distance from the moving figure. He landed with a soft thud.

The person froze, and began looking around then. He spotted Sirius, pulled out his wand, and then lowered it slightly upon seeing who it was. Sirius’ eyes widened in disgust as the newcomer made his way towards him.

“Hello, Black,” said Snape’s greasy voice. Sirius just glared, his blood boiling hot.

“What are you doing out here, Snivelly? Reporting to Voldmort?”

“You wish,” Snape hissed. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have very private business to attend to.”

“I don’t think so,” Sirius growled, grabbing Snape as he tried to pass him. Snape glared at him. Sirius raised his wand to point it directly at his opponent’s over-large nose. “Where is Dumbledore?” Snape didn’t answer him. How he wanted to kill the little slime....

“There is a spy among us, Black. I don’t believe you need to know where Dumbledore is,” Snape said, and tried to move again. Sparks flew from the end of Sirius’ wand. Snape flinched.

“Please, continue to deny me the information. I would love another excuse to kill you,” Sirius snapped. Snape looked a little unhinged.

“You wouldn’t dare...”

“Do you think so?” Sirius asked, raising a brow. Snape knew that Black was certainly capable of doing so. He even had good reason.

“Very well,” Snape said, trying to sound unconcerned. “There may be some trouble at the Longbottom’s house. He went to check on them.”

“When will he be back?” Sirius asked. Snape’s eyes flashed with anger.

“I don’t know,” he muttered. There was silence for a very long time. Then Sirius let go of Snape with such force that he went flying backwards. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To find Dumbledore,” Sirius said, jumping on his bike. He was about to kick off when he thought of something. “What are you doing out here?”

“Looking for Hagrid,” Snape said simply, glaring. Sirius frowned. Where was everybody when you needed them? He kicked off the ground then. He would go find Alice and Frank. Hopefully Dumbledore would be there.

He had to pass the Potter’s house to get there, which he found convenient; he wanted to keep a close eye on them. He was coming over the tree tops, about forty-five minutes later. He looked around for the top of Godric’s Hollow. He spotted the small village, and his heart thudded to a halt.

“No...” he whispered, tears filling his eyes. Instead of the run-down old house that the Potter’s lived in, a destroyed clearing now lay burning to the ground. “NO!” he repeated, his the pieces of his broken heart now littering his voice. His eyes drained themselves of emotions, tears streamed across his frozen cheeks. Without a thought for caution, he dove towards the ground.

Before he had reached the ground, he leapt off the motorbike. “Lily! James! Harry!” he yelled. The house was completely in ruins. Burnt furniture was spewed everywhere, remnants of walls stood alone. He immediately ran around the garbage, picking up pieces of wallpaper, or chunks of linoleum. He threw around bricks, searching frantically for any sign of life. He spotted a small, broken crib lying on its side. He ran to it, tripping and stumbling. Ash and charcoal covered his clothing. Smoke invaded his nostrils, but none of it was as powerful as seeing the overturned crib. He began sobbing as he snatched at a soot-covered blanket.

His whole body shook, and he dropped to his knees. His hands clenched into fists. He spotted a glimmer of something in the moonlight. His stomach clenched at the sight. He did the only thing he could do, and vomited. He crawled over to the body of Lily Potter. Her pale face was blackened, her legs lay unmoving beneath a large wooden beam. “Lily...” Sirius choked, barely audible through his pain. A small stuffed frog lay close to her lifeless hand. Sirius snatched it up. He set it softly in her palm. His heart-wrenching sobs filled the silence as he laid his head in his hands.

“You didn’t deserve this.... I’m so sorry...It’s all my fault,” he coughed out. His blood-red eyes searched around for any signs of James, but there was none...until he spotted something lying a few feet away. Sirius stood and practically ran to a pair of cracked spectacles. Sirius held them in his hand for a long while, allowing the echoes of the past to engulf him.

“Not a morning goes by without my waking up in terror. I can’t get to sleep without running to Harry in the middle of the night, and making sure he’s safe and sound. Every creak is Voldemort sneaking around. Every breeze is a Death Eater’s sigh. He haunts my nights, and my days, Sirius.” James was actually crying now. “I just want what every father wants. I want to raise my child outside, I want to teach Harry to play ball, and ride a broom, and sneak him candy when Lily isn’t looking. I want to read the morning paper without fearing the death of a friend being printed on the first page. I want to know that my wife is safe, I want to enjoy our nights together, not jerk awake at her slightest movement, afraid somebody might be stealing her away. Is it too much to ask?”

“No...” Sirius answered his echoing memory.

“You’re the only one of the Marauders that truly understands Quidditch,” James said, a twinkle in his eye. Sirius nodded, grinning sloppily. “That makes you a Potter in my book.”

“No!” he repeated, this time in a stronger voice.

Harry made a gurgling noise. Flapping his arms around happily, he tried to crawl over to the empty corner of the room, where a spider was now sitting, watching them menacingly. Lily let out a gasp. “Oh no, Harry. You don’t want to play with that!” she said, laughing at her son’s enthusiasm

“Sirius?” said a new voice. At first Sirius thought he might have imagined it, but he felt the ground beneath him thumping slightly. He also began to hear wailing, like that of a child’s. His head whipped around, and he nearly passed out. Rubeus Hagrid was walking forward, a small child tucked inside his arms.

“Harry?” Sirius choked, standing up and leaping at the pair. Hagrid nodded, tears dripping down his long beard.

“It’s ‘im,” he assured Sirius, who was swaying slightly from shock.

“I saw Lily...but James?” Sirius asked, looking around Hagrid. He expected to see him standing there, looking around for his glasses. He wasn’t there, of course. Sirius’ breathing was shallow. Hagrid slowly shook his head, his big eyes dropping to the ground.

“Burried in a pile o’ rubble. Over there,” he said, pointing behind him. Sirius couldn’t believe it. His best friend...dead. All his fault...

“I’ve killed them...” he whispered. Hagrid frowned in confusion.

“What’d ye say?”

“Lily...James...they’re dead,” Sirius said, looking up at Hagrid like a lost puppy. Harry was looking around wildly, his tiny fists reaching out for the parents he would never have. Sirius nearly collapsed. “Give Harry to me.”

“I can’ do tha’,”Hagrid said, shaking his head. “I’m ter give ‘im to Dumbledore.” Sirius nodded, this made sense.

“All my fault...” Sirius repeated again. He didn’t know what was going on. His whole being tingled with fury. He knew only one thing; Peter betrayed them. Sirius’ teeth clenched. He was going to kill Peter. “Take my motorbike,” he muttered to Hagrid. His thinking became crystal clear as he realized his goals. Nothing else mattered at the moment. “It’s over there,” he said, tossing the keys to the giant of a man. Hagrid nodded numbly. Sirius walked over to his Godson, and laid a hand on his forehead. He frowned as he saw a small lightening-bolt scar. He shared a look with Hagrid, but didn’t mention it. Echoes surrounded him, wrapping around his heart, attempting to suffocate him.

“I’ve failed,” James whispered as the last of his life dripped from his eyes in the form of tears. “I’ve failed...”

“No James...” Sirius muttered, kissing his Godson on the forehead. “You haven’t failed....”

A/N: *SOBBING* Please review!!! Help to dry my tears!!!