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The Unexpected: A Lily and James Story! by Emms16

Format: Novel
Chapters: 36
Word Count: 168,086

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language

Genres: Romance
Characters: James
Pairings: James/Lily

First Published: 12/13/2002
Last Chapter: 06/19/2003
Last Updated: 08/24/2005


Chapter 34: The End of an Era

This is it! The big depressing chapter! Ok....I hope you like it! The next chapter will be Harry and his friends....when they are 19 I think...but it may not be up for a while...I still have to write them...but it will tie up loose ends that you will most likely notice in this chapter!


CHAPTER 34: The End of an Era.

“You’re fidgeting like a frightened rabbit.” An evil smirk lifted the corners of his disgusting cracked mouth. “Do you have news for me?”

Peter felt his knees turn to jelly, but he held himself straight, and stared the dark lord in the eye.

“The Potters have made me their secret keeper, Master.”

The dark lords pale face split into a grotesque smile and his evil slit eyes began to glow with malice and victory.

“Fools! How insanely perfect!” Voldemort took one long slithering step off the ledge of large rocks and boulders.

“I finally have them! Finally the Potter line will be destroyed, and I can finally make the wizarding world into the way it should have always been. All wizards loyal to me, and void of all mudblood filth.”

Peter nodded shakily.

“We leave in a week, give them a head start.”

“Do I have to go?”

The dark lord’s eyes flared with anger. Peter shriveled in fear.

“Afraid your friends will find you out?”

“N-n-no Master.”

“Liar, Don’t ever lye to me Peter! For that you will suffer. Crucio!”

Peter’s eyes bulged out of his head as white-hot knives sliced through his very soul. He shrieked in pain, crumpling to the dirt covered ground. “Stop! Please my lord!”

“Are you loyal?”


“Pathetic.” He lifted his wand, and stared down at the heap that was Peter Pettigrew disgustedly. “A week.”

Peter nodded, and watched The Dark Lord call on the death eaters for an important meeting.


One week after Peter had been made the Potter’s Secret Keeper, Halloween to be exact, Lily watched in amusement as James tried to get Harry into the mini Quidditch game.

“Go after the snitch, Harry!” James said encouragingly. He pointed to the larger cushiony, hovering gold ball. Harry turned his massive emerald eyes in the direction of the snitch. Then turned back to his excited father, confused as to what he wanted him to do.

James sighed and reached for the toy broom Harry was clutching.

Harry pulled it back out of his father’s reach and gave his father a famous baby glare, “no.”

Lily erupted into happy laughter.

“Come on, Let me show you!” James whined.

“And which one’s a year old?” Lily asked playfully.

James ignored her, and gently prodded his son. Finally, Harry handed over the miniature version of the broom. James swung one leg over the tiny broom, without any difficulty.

Lily was beside herself with laughter.

“I think…it…suits….you….better…than your real one,” she laughed.

James sent her a glare. “Funny sweetie.” He turned to his son, “watch Harry.”

James gently pushed the mini broom forward towards the hovering snitch, which was difficult because that broom was actually made to hold up to about 95 lbs.

Lily clutched her sides, laughing hysterically.

Harry giggled at his father, as he reached out to snatch the snitch our of his father’s path.

“You see Lily? We have a seeker in the family!” James grinned, and stood up off the tiny broom.

Lily just laughed. “Yes, well, I think it’s the seeker’s bedtime.” She glanced at the clock; “he should have been asleep an hour ago.”

James smiled and got on his hands and knees to clean up the Quidditch mess.

Lily stood up from the couch, and bent down to pick up little Harry.

“Come on little man,” she cooed and held him to her chest. She gently played with his baby hair, and rubbed his tiny back, something that he loved immensely.

James stood up and kissed his son’s small head, “night buddy.” He ruffled his hair, before kissing Lily tenderly on the lips.

“I’ll be up in a minute, I’m just going to put all this in the closet,” he motioned toward the Quidditch set.

Lily nodded, and disappeared up the stairs with Harry snuggling happily up to his mother.

Lily made her way into the nursery, cuddling Harry, before lying him down on the changing table, covered in golden snitches.

“Kiddich!” Harry said happily, referring to his favorite pajamas, which had tiny golden snitches zooming across them. Lily had them draped over the side of the changing table, and she felt the corners of her mouth lift into a happy smile. Everything was Quidditch. She gently removed his day clothes, and changed him into the fleece pajamas. She picked him up and carried him over to the rocking chair placed between the window, and the crib, and began the process of putting Harry to sleep the usual nightly routine.

She gently kissed his head, and rubbed his tiny back. He fisted her shirt, and laid his head down on her shoulder, giving a large yawn.

She rocked, slowly, smiling the whole time, gently singing to him.

An odd sound from outside her window caused her to pause. She strained her ears, the silence lengthened, before she began to hear the muffles of leaves rustling below, and the wind picked up. She stopped rocking completely, and waited. The wind was followed by and eerie silence. She glanced out the window, and saw dozens of black robed figures, carrying lighted wands. Her heart seemed to stop beating as she watched them near the house.

“JAMES!” she shouted, panicking. “JAMES!”

There was a loud explosion downstairs, like the door being blown clear off of its hinges, and finally a high cold laugh that sent chills up and down Lily’s spine.

“Lily! It’s him! Take Harry and Go! I’ll hold him off!”

Lily rocketed up, knocking the rocking chair that she was sitting in over. Harry shrieked, and began wailing. Lily ran to the open door and onto the stair well. She watched in complete helpless horror as James was shot in the chest with a jet of blinding green light. He fell to the floor with a dull thump, dead.

“NOOOOO! She couldn’t breath. Harry was shrieking in her arms. “NOOOOO!” Tears streamed down her face. “WHY! WHY!”

There were two hooded figures that stood in the doorway. One of them looked up, and squirmed nervously upon seeing Lily.

Her stomach dropped.


Peter! Peter? Peter Pettigrew, one of James’s best friends, betrayed them? Pete? OMG! She felt bile begin to churn in her stomach. He was….he was….their…..Secret Keeper! Tears clouded her vision. Harry cried mercilessly in her arms.

The other hooded man looked up, and Lily’s heart stopped all together. That must be Voldemort! His icy, hard, and cold eyes penetrated her very soul, as she clutched Harry tightly to her chest. She turned and ran back toward the nursery, hell bent on saving Harry. There was no where else to go. She could leave down the stairs or out the window, it was too high up. Her wand was in her bedroom, she was unarmed, and they had killed James! KILLED JAMES! She sobbed loud gut-wrenching sobs. “God, Noooooo,” she moaned.

She began to hear footsteps coming closer to her room, and her heart rate sped up. She quickly glanced around the room, looking for somewhere to hide Harry.

“Lily? Little Lily?”

The voice was cold and demanding.

“I know you’re here. It’s better to just come out.”

Lily backed up into the crib.

The bedroom door slammed open, and bounced noisily off the walls.

Lily shrieked in fright, and placed Harry down in the crib behind her. She stood above the crib, and blocked her crying child from this Monster.

“Not Harry! Please…have mercy…have mercy…” Tears rolled mercilessly down her pale face.

Voldemort laughed in her face, and raised his wand.


There was a burst of bright green light, and Lily Evans Potter knew no more.

Sirius pushed on the throttle of the motorcycle, giving a new burst of speed. He flew recklessly over the houses near Godric’s Hollow. His boss had contacted him earlier that evening, saying that there was dark activity reported near the Potter’s house, and he were on his way to see what was going on.

Over the trees, he saw what every witch and wizard had come to fear. The death mark was hovering over the Potter’s home. Sirius’s stomach dropped, as he flew toward the house. He breathed deeply, promising to not give himself up to his emotions.

As he grew closer he realized that the house was in serious danger of collapsing, yet the lights were on. ‘Oh God please let them be ok! Oh God!”

He landed roughly, and stumbled off of the bike. His mind was racing and his heart was thumping. ‘Please, God, let them be ok!’

He slammed roughly through the door. It slammed into the wall noisily, and bounced back to him. His mind was at an overflow. He could feel the tingling sensation behind his eyes, and a lump beginning to form in his chest and throat.

“James!” he screamed, in a panic. “Lils?”

The house was deadly quiet, too quiet, or maybe the sound of his beating heart blocked everything out for him.

Something caught his eye behind the couch; it looked like a sock-clad foot, and a pant leg. He blinked back tears that were threatening to fall, and tried to swallow the ever-growing lump in his throat.

He walked shakily over to the leg, and gasped, stepping back. He bought a hand to his mouth, and turned his head away from the devastating sight. Tears blurred his vision, and he couldn’t think. Bile rose in his throat as he turned back to him, and stared down at his best friend.

He crouched down level to him, and roughly shook his shoulders. “Oh God, JAMES!” he shouted. “James…please….” He choked on a sob, “wake up!”

But he knew he wouldn’t.

“James! Oh God!” Sirius very rarely ever cried but he was crying now.

Sirius wiped his eyes hastily and shakily stood up on two legs. His heart ached. “Where’s Lily? Not her too!”

He heard a baby crying, and jumped toward the stairwell, his heart hammering.

“Lily!” he shrieked up the stairs.

He began to take them two at a time, his determination to get to his godson set. He pushed open the door to the nursery, and immediately stepped back, he felt his stomach lurch. Lily was lying dead face down near the crib. Her russet hair was falling around her shoulders, and spilling out onto the carpeting. Harry was sitting in the crib crying, a drop of blood dribbling down his forehead from a long jagged scar. The shape was unrecognizable, because of the blood.

“Oh, God, NOOO!” Sirius yelled, running out the nursery, and into the bathroom, where he retched over and over again.

When Sirius emerged from the bathroom, he crumpled into a ball in the hallway, and pressed his face into his hands. “Why them!” he muttered darkly.

He didn’t know how long he sat there. He felt a large hand on his shoulder; he jumped slightly, and instinctively raised his wand to point at the intruder, anger and sadness apparent in his eyes. Beady black eyes stared morosely back at him.

“S’ ok Sirius, s’ok, it’s jus’ me,” Hagrid said lightly. He kept his free hand on Sirius’s shoulder, while his other one held onto a bundle of baby blue blankets.


Hagrid raised his arm, to show a healthy although scared baby Harry. There was a gash in the shape of a lightening bolt on his forehead, which was sure to leave a scar.

“Did he? Did You-Know-Who try to kill….?” Sirius managed to ask.

Hagrid nodded sadly, and removed his hand from Sirius’s shoulder. “He’s gone, Harry got him.”

Sirius’s blood shot eyes widened. “How?”

“That, Sirius is a mystery. All’s I know is he put the killing curse on poor Harry here, and it only gave him this here scar, while the dark lord himself disappeared.”

“Do you think Voldemort’s gone for good?” Sirius asked weakly.

“Can’t know that for sure,” Hagrid shook his head.

“Well, give him here Hagrid, I’m his godfather, I’ll take care of him.”

Hagrid looked at Sirius sadly. “I’m sorry Sirius, I can’ do that. Dumbledore’s orders.”

Sirius ran his hand though his hair, making it stick up in uncombed spikes. He slowly stood up, and nodded to Hagrid to show that he understood. “Where’s the Ministry?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“They’re coming…” he looked at him sympathetically. “Well, I have to get Harry her’ to Professor Dumbledore.

“Fine, take my motorcycle.” He said waving his hand weakly in the direction of the stairs.

Hagrid put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for yer loss.”

Sirius nodded, a tear trailing down his cheek.

Hagrid carried baby Harry away from the house, and away from Sirius, who didn’t know that this was the last time he’d see Harry for twelve years.


Sirius stood there in the hall of the later Potter’s home staring at the carpeting in a daze. ‘What about Pete?’ His head shot up, and his eyes grew wide. ‘If Voldemort got to Lily and James, that means….he probably got Pete!’

Sirius flew down the rickety, beaten stairs. There was a loud crack, and the stairs began to collapse behind him. He glanced up at the ceiling, loose chippings of paint and powder falling in his hair and on his face. There was an earsplitting crack, as the ceiling to the house began to cave in on the upstairs bedrooms and hallway. Sirius gasped and jumped down the last steps before he was buried in the rubble. He ran out the front door in a panic, not looking at his fallen friend. When he finally was breathing in fresh air he looked up at the house, watching it crumble. He said a silent prayer to his fallen friends, before apparating immediately to Pete’s flat.

The lights were out, and the weirdest thing was that there was no death mark hovering over his flat.

Sirius burst into the house, braking down the door. Everything was quiet, and strangely organized. There was no sign of any kind of struggle.

“Pete?” he whispered.

There was no answer.

“Pete!” he said louder.

Again there was no answer, so he began to search the house.

It seemed that Peter wasn’t home. Realization began to flow into him, but he didn’t want to believe it.

He searched some more; it had to be some kind of mistake. He ran into the kitchen and everything was as it should be.

Sirius began to feel unimaginable anger and rage fill over his doubt and depression. His mind began to whirl, as he clenched his fists. He felt into his pocket, feeling for his wand.

‘How could he! Kill Lily and James!’ He brought out the long wooden stick, and sat down at the kitchen table, trying unsuccessfully to assuage his rage.

He waited hours, before he heard the key scrape in the lock. Sirius’s eyes narrowed with contempt. Peter was going to die, tonight.

Pete walked into the room, wearing the black robes that every witch and wizards were learning to fear. He walked through his living room, picked up something metallic on the coffee table, before leaving out the door again, making sure it closed firmly behind him.

Sirius shot up, and followed him all the way into the hustle and bustle of a nearby Muggle town.


Peter whirled around, and backed up, terrified into the wall of a near by bakery.

They were drawing attention themselves, but Sirius was too angry to care.

He lifted his wand, and pointed it at Peter.

“What’s that he has there? Is it a stick?” A Muggle asked, watching the unfolding scene from around the two of them.

“Sure looks like it,” his companion answered wide-eyed.


The people gathered around them gasped.

Sirius had an urge to laugh in his face, and he did. “Oh that’s rich Petey! How long were you planning this? How long were you his spy? How long were you planning to kill your friends?” Sirius growled, shoving him against the wall, and waving his wand him with brandish.

“HOW COULD YOU!” Peter shouted for the crowds, and drew his wand from beneath his robes, and muttered the curse that would screw Sirius over.

The light filled the small area where they were. Muggles shouted, and fell dead around them.

Peter bit his lip, holding in a silent scream, as he sliced his finger off with the knife he had taken from his coffee table. He quickly transformed into his animagi, a rat missing a finger, and scurried away, like a frightened coward of a rat always should.

Sirius laughed. “Clever Peter! Clever!”

Ministry officials, for working with Voldemort, and killing his best friends took Sirius.

And that was the last heard of Sirius and Peter until thirteen year later.


May crumpled on her bed, and cried. She cried the hardest that she’d ever cried in her life.

‘How could he? How…’ She couldn’t even think of it. Her fiancée had killed her best friends, their best friends. She thought he’d loved Lily and James, just like she did. She couldn’t see how Sirius could have done these unmentionable things, but they had arrested him for working with Voldemort, and they wouldn’t have arrested him if he’d been innocent.

Sobs wracked her frail body. She cast a packing charm, watching all of her belongings fly to her suitcase. She was going to America; nothing was holding her back now.

She took off her engagement ring, and placed it on her right hand, opposed to her left, no longer indicating that she was taken. In her opinion, she had to move on, and quick, she couldn’t be in love with a murder.

She didn’t know anyone anymore. She couldn’t see Remus, or know if she could even trust him. Since she had been engaged to Sirius, and it seemed that she didn’t even know him. And Remus…well Remus was a werewolf. Could she ever trust anyone ever again? Tears continued to fall down her face.

Everything was falling apart.

She saw Sirius in her mind eye smiling, and joking with her, kissing her, lying with her. She still loved him, no matter what he had done, and she didn’t want to, but she did.

She locked her suitcase, and apparated immediately to her new place, in America, with her new job in Salem, Massachusetts.

And that was the last ever heard of May, until much later, say 18-19 years……….


I hope that was ok!? I know it was sad! Everything’s fallen apart, but you know it had to happen.

But don’t worry about May thinking Sirius is guilty, I have other chapters coming…and it will take place years later, when Harry’s like 18 so….

However these chapters will take somewhat longer, since I don’t have them written yet, any way keep reading! And thanks for your support!