Hello ladles and jellyspoons! Here is another story to keep you agitated at me for not updating in a timely manor :3 Everything that is in the story but the things you know are mine. I promise to return them when I finish playing with them, but ... well ... I'm not going to be able to say when I think that will be XD. Enjoy :3

For the Love of a Green Eyed Kitten

Prologue

Police and fire fighters crowded around the street. This was the worst accident they had seen in a long time. The four cars involved were all write-offs – and if there was anyone alive in the central car, then it would be a miracle.

Officer Tim Graille watched with a sympathetic eye as his newest Probationary Officer struggled to hold in his lunch. It was bad. By looks, one car had been going so fast that it had failed to stop. It had rammed into the car in front of it, causing said car to flip onto the roof of the car in front of it. It had then proceeded to hit the central car, pushing it into the first car, before all of them came to a stop after hitting a light post.

Tim wasn't surprised when the police's 'special forces' arrived on the scene. In fact, he was glad they had come. He headed towards the highest-ranking Officer, leaving his second to question the witnesses.

"Good to see you again, Alastor – just wish it could have been under better circumstances."

Alastor Moody nodded at the younger man. "Likewise Graille." He turned to look at the wreck. "Tell me what we have here."

Tim sighed. "The driver of the first car – a young lady – is over by the Sergeant. She's in shock, but we managed to get the story from her." He turned to watch as one of the men that came with his companion used magic to carefully move the car that was on its roof. "The driver of the car you men are now removing from the roof of the central car was behind the car it is now on top of. The driver of the forth car didn't slow down like the others and this was the result. The driver of the forth car is in my van, but you can look at him and see if he's one of yours. If anyone in the second car lived, then they have the nine lives of a cat."

"NO! James! Moody! Get over here! It's James!" Both men jumped at the barking quality of the man's voice. Alastor was over next to the young man who belonged to the voice so fast it was as if he had just appeared there. If it weren't for the lack of a crack, Tim would have thought he had done just that.

By the time Tim got over to them, the black-haired, grey-eyed man was leaning against the chest of a sandy-haired, amber-eyed man, both obviously distraught. Moody was looking at the car eyes filled with sorrow and pain. He was holding a child of around three years of age.

"This is young Harry. He survived while his parents, James and Lily, didn't. James was one of mine. He and Sirius have been partnered together since they were in training. Before that James, Sirius, Remus," he indicated the sandy-haired man, "And another boy named Peter Pettigrew were best friends, throughout their school years. This is a big blow to them. They lost James' parents four years ago. The Senior Potters were like parents to all four boys, three of who were not welcome back in their own homes. Two years ago Lily's parents died and her sister blamed her for their deaths. Just last year, Peter – the youngest of the four boys – died when he prevented a poisoned knife from entering Remus' back. Even though the poison wouldn't have killed Remus, the knife itself would have. It was a silver blade and Remus has the most violent allergic reaction when silver touches him."

"Now they have lost James and Lily. I don't know what will happen to Harry here. Peter was his godfather, and while Sirius and Remus can look after him, Remus is going to be going undercover soon and Sirius works long hours. I'm also not sure that either of them will be mentally able to care for the poor lad. After all, they have just lost another person they loved as a brother." He shook his head and turned towards the two grieving men. Tim stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Give them my condolences. Me and mine will handle the clean-up. You get them two seen too, and deal with the one who caused this. Just make sure you don't kill him if he is under your laws."

Moody nodded once and walked to the two men and spoke quietly to them. Tim shuddered in fear as grey eyes became icy and amber eyes glowed with golden light. He almost felt sorry for the man locked in his car, but that vanished when a wolf-like growl came from the sandy-haired man.

"'Dung you incompetent idiot! What the bloody hell were you doing you arsehole! Because of you, James and Lily are dead! DEAD! GIVE ME ONE REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T RIP YOUR LIMBS FROM YOUR BODY AND CHOKE YOU WITH THEM!"

Tim jumped then shook his head as he saw all the men that had arrived with Moody fighting to subdue the enraged man. "It's always the quiet ones that surprise you," he thought before going back to his duties.

Three hours later, Sirius and Remus knocked on Moody's door.

"It's done, Alastor. Arabella agreed to take him, and we are allowed to still see him every weekend we can make it. She said that we were lucky that she had one place left at the orphanage." Sirius curled up on the floor, whimpering softly. "Did we do the right thing, Moony?"

"We did, Paddy. Neither of us is well enough to look after him in the way that he deserves. He will still have us in his life, and one of the girls there has seemed to have adopted him as a friend already."

Sirius smiled crookedly. "Yes. By the way Moody, Harry's ears came through before we left. He's going to be like Lily, even though he looks like James. The little girl we were just talking about also has ears. I doubt either of them will be going to Hogwarts."

Moody nodded and sighed. Silently he wished the young boy well in his new life, upset that all they could do was send Mundungus Fletcher to Azkaban for a few months. That wasn't enough of a punishment when a little boy would never again see his parents.