Chapter One

Location: Godric's Hollow

Date: 31st October 1981*

Time: 11:45 pm

Sirius' POV

When I arrived at Godric's Hollow, I couldn't believe the sight I saw. The Potter household was in shambles. The front door had been blasted off and there was no glass in the windows. Stepping over the threshold, I was greeted with a shocking sight. My best mate: James 'Prongs' Potter, lay dead on the floor, wandless. Voldemort obviously hadn't given him much time to defend himself, but then he wasn't very well known for that.

"Lily!" I gasped in realisation, before edging quickly around my best mate and thundering up the stairs. I was pleading to any god that was listening that Lily was still alive and well.

I burst into the nursery: where the worst damage had been done. Half the rear and right wall had been blown off.

Lily, however, was lying on the floor, very, very, still. I knew she would never move again. My only hope was with Harry. I approached the cot and almost cried with relief as I saw his big, emerald green eyes – Lily's eyes – staring cautiously gazing up at me. He had blood running down his forehead. My godson had survived the Killing Curse…

I had to get him out of there fast. Dumbledore would most defiantly send someone to collect him and take him to the Dursleys, against Lily and James' wishes. And now, as I fired up my motorbike, I knew everyone would kill me.

End Sirius' POV

Location: Malfoy Manor

Date: 1st November 1981

Time: 3:16am

Naricissa Malfoy née Black paced back and forth – shushing her one and a half year old son Draco –in the living room of her new** manor house. Her oldest sister (Bellatrix) had told her – in a tearful fit – that the Dark Lord had perished (something Naricissa herself was deeply grateful for) and now Bella, the LeStrange brothers and Naricissa's husband Lucius were on a search for him. Naricissa doubted they'd be fruitful.

"Mama?" The blonde turned to see her oldest son: two year old Michelle Romulus Malfoy, standing in the vast doorway, "Where's Papa?"

Naricissa smiled, Michelle thought the world of his father, and "Papa's gone out with Aunt Bella and Uncle Rhodolphus."

"But he'll be back soon, right?"

"Yes darling, he'll be back before dawn," Naricissa assured him, her voice barely more than a whisper, "Now go back to bed, Lina will take you."

Michelle pouted, but silently wandered after the elderly house elf. Naricissa sighed, and placed her youngest down on the sofa, brushing a pale blonde strand off of his forehead…

The fire roared and Naricissa looked up to see Lucius step out of the fireplace.

"Well, did you…"

"He's gone, there's no trace left of him…"

"Lucius, I'm sure he'll be back, sooner of la-"

"Shut up, you filthy whore!" Lucius snapped, slapping her across the face. That was followed by silence. Then Naricissa mumbled: "I'll just go take Draco to his room," while Lucius just stared at her…

And little did anyone know that Draco had heard all of it…

Location: St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

Date: 4th November 1981

Time: 11:30 am

Augusta Longbottom didn't cry for most things, but this was one time she did. Her son, Frank, and her daughter in law, Alice, were lying in the closed ward of St. Mungo's.

Bellatrix LeStrange had tortured the pair to near insanity, just to find out where her beloved 'Master' was. And it was all worthless. Because neither knew exactly what had happened.

"Ms. Longbottom, are you alright?" a young Healer – Andromeda Tonks, to be exact – asked, looking concerned.

"Yes, yes-"she sniffed "I'm fine. What about Neville?"

"He's fine, Ma'am, barely a scratch on him," Dromeda smiled, "Are you ready to take him home?"

"Yes, I am." Augusta made a vow in that moment: Neville would be a great man, just like his father…One day…

Location: The Burrow

Date: 7th November 1981

Time: 0:00 am

It had been seven days since Harry Potter – the Boy Who Lived –defeated You – Know – Who and the Weasleys were still celebrating. Ron Weasley, the youngest son, was running after his older brothers, when he tripped over a tree root. As Ron struggled to get up, he heard a low growl.

The redhead spun round to see what looked like a dog.

"N-Nice d-doggie." Ron stuttered, reaching out with his hand.

That was when the 'dog' attacked…

Wow… Well, that's that story started. I can't promise quick updates, but I have a PLAN! So it shouldn't be too slow.

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