I was on a helluva lot of painkillers after falling down the stairs when I wrote this. Lily approved of the story though so you're going against her opinion which automatically puts you in the wrong if you don't like it.

Sorry, I like her more than I do you.

Anyway feel free to place a review, I'll do my best to reply to it.

Side note, to the idiots in the crowd, I can't reply to guest reviews so don't get pissy with me over the fact, savvy? I can't believe how much that has come up in my tenure on this site.

I can NOT reply to you if you ask me questions on a guest account.

It. Just. Doesn't. Work.

When the Potter Family Tapestry updated ten minutes ago Charlus Potter felt his heart physically stop, for obvious reasons.

His son, his little Jimmy and his beautiful muggle-born wife were deceased at barely twenty one years of age.

Dead.

Gone.

His little boy and the love of his life were no more.

Charlus's heir was a corpse.

Charlus had stared at that damned tapestry for two solid minutes when Dorea had walked into the room and froze, her drink for the evening shattering on the floor as a deep feral growl left her throat.

Where Charlus was heart broken into silence, Dorea was infuriated to the point that rage could not even begin describing her emotions.

When James had brought Lily Evans home, Charlus had been a bit worried the Muggle-Born girl wouldn't know what she was getting herself into, that she was being thrown into the deep end of Magical politics without a life preserver.

After an evening with Dorea, it became pretty damn clear the Magical world didn't register the fact that a damn battleship was passing along its coasts, and by Morgana herself did Dorea laugh when she took young Lily under her wing.

The best laid plans...

"We have to go..."

Charlus muttered this as he met his wife's burning silver gaze, his own smoldering hazel eyes conveying the undiluted rage that the Lord of Potter was feeling. Dorea nodded and took her husband's arm, a moment later they vanished from their fine sitting room and appeared in a snow filled alley just around the corner of their son's home.

As the wind blew past them the Lord and Lady Potter marched forward to the still burning house that had been a gift to their son, wands snapping out to snuff the rising flames the elderly couple walked past the front gate without hesitation. It was an act of pure will that kept the two war veterans from indulging in their rage, they had both gained reputations in the camps of the Nazis and Grindelwald after all, and earning their ire by striking at their family, at their son his wife and their grandchild?

That idiot Voldemort should have snuffed them out first, because this? This was exactly what you needed to do to infuriate a pair of war veterans who had to have their War Crime tribunals bribed into silence.

Out of fear for the Judges own lives no less, Nazi hunting had been a bit too much fun for them not to over indulge after all.

They found their little boy first, James, wand at his side, eyes glassy, face vacant.

Dorea fell to her knees, the keening cry she made as she held her son's dead body to her breast made Charlus grit his teeth in rage.

Pettigrew would pay for this betrayal, and Charlus would make damn sure he suffered eternally for it.

One does not cross the House of Potter lightly, and his dear wife would ensure the House of Black would follow suite, he highly doubted that crafty old bastard Arcturus would argue the point at all. He had always had a soft spot for Dorea after all.

Plucking up James' wand Dorea sniffed as she placed her boy's body back on the ground and nodded to her husband, who took her arm and headed upstairs where they were met by a miasma of Black Magik.

"Oh..." Dorea muttered with a smirk as she took a step back on the landing, cheeks flushing red. "Oh!" Eyes widening she stared forward as her smirk curled into a full on grin upon lips, "You clever little girl..."

Rushing past her husband Dorea stomped up the remaining stairs and came to a halt before a room where a sobbing keen could be heard.

Charlus came to a stop as he watched his son in all but legal documentation crying over Lily Potter nee Evans body, cradling her head in his lap as he rambled on, his little Godson Harry held tightly in his arms.

The Potters were not all dead, thank the Morrigan for small miracles Harry was alive, his parents, somehow, had made that happen, and Sirius-

"What happened here son?" Dorea demanded as she entered the room, their boy looked up and barely managed to suppress an enraged snarl as he gestured to Lily Potter's dead body.

"Peter betrayed us to Voldemort, he showed up and..he..." Sirius broke down sobbing into little Harry's blanket at this point, Dorea thankfully took the initiative by taking Harry from the distraught man's arms while cooing to the baby quietly.

Eventually Sirius calmed down enough to resume as he ran his tense hands through his bedraggled hair.

"Prongs and Tiger-Lily were dead when I showed up, the house was on fire and Harry was screaming up a storm. As far as I can figure out something they did, likely what Lily did blew up in the Dark Fucker's face and that's why half the house is missing. Lils never was one for half measures, terrifying woman her..."

"She was," Dorea stated with a hint of pride, pulling Harry close as she glanced out the window. "Son, we need to go."

Sirius glanced up from his position on the floor, holding onto his brother's wife's body he looked lost beyond words as he replied to the only mother figure that had ever cared for him.

"Where would I go mum? Everyone will think I did this, that I betrayed Prongs and Tiger-Lily. I'm damaged goods an-"

He was cut off by an organ expeller curse that turned a desk inside out, meeting the gaze of the caster of said curse Lord Potter lowered his wand while a deep growl echoed throughout the room.

"No one will ever go after one of my sons, Sirius. Take Lily's wand, we have to make our report to the DMLE than get poor Harry to the hospital."

Sirius stared up at his father in all but blood for a few bare moments, then nodded taking Lily's wand in hand, and it nearly burned him in the process.

That made him snort in amusement, even in death Lily Potter nee Evans was not one you wished to cross.

Glancing over to Dorea Sirius decided to do something incredibly stupid, something incredibly impulsive, something very, intensely, incredibly, Black.

He reached over to his Godson, and placed Lily's wand in Harry's tiny hand.

A second later a shot of light fired from its tip and moments later an explosion that would likely cause a mushroom cloud appeared on the horizon.

"Damn did my boy know how to choose 'em," Charlus muttered with a smile while glancing at his grandson in obvious amusement, completely ignoring his wife chewing into Sirius as he plucked the wand from little Harry's grasp.

"But, that's how it goes with us Potter men, we always go after witches far above our pay grade, you're going to give me headaches in the future, grandson of mine. Aren't you?"

Explosions, curses, dead Dark Lords aside, the evening had proven one thing for certain.

The Ancient and Noble House of Potter stood firm, and the next generation was going to be very well protected for the duration until their heir came unto his own.

A half asleep venture but Lily approved, what do you guys think on it being an ongoing story?