AN: Hey people! I'm taking over this account because I want to use the plot of this story. I haven't written in a while and have accidentally deleted everything twice so this is my third time doing this. I'm literally going insane and will save consistently. This story won't be the best writing on Earth, but better than the at publish version, so enjoy! Since a substantially older and more educated person has taken over the account, it will hopefully be all around better and with actual comprehendible stories. This will not be at some crazy professional level, I have work to do and it will only get worse in a few months. I'd rather update ok chapters like these then never update at all because of my lack of time. Also stop asking to be my friend in my PM's, please go away.

Chapter 1: The Night of the Attack

October 31, 1981 - Godric's Hollow

Voldemort, probably one of the most feared Dark Lords of the century, apparated into Godric's Hollow. It was a small town, vastly populated my muggles. While this is true, vastly does not mean completely. There's a household in the village, a magical one at that, which is home to those of ancient and noble descent. In a small, unassuming cottage, is the Lord to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. With him lived his wife and son, one of which had to die.

Voldemort approached the tiny house. More like tiny shack he mussed. With how pathetic the entire property looks... this is what comes upon purebloods who marry into scum. As the Dark Lord entertained himself with demeaning comments against muggleborns, he opened the gate into the garden.

Nothing happened, all was silent. Too silent for Voldemort's liking. It was unnerving, Albus Dumbledore's most active and loyal supporters, completely undefended. As he took another step, he paused. Rustling in the bushes. Voldemort stood there, paranoia spreading throughout his mind, it terrified him. He was so close to his goal, simply minutes away, yet he stood there paralyzed. The bush rusted some more and a bunny hopped out. The Dark Lord refused to breath, he was the most powerful wizard in Britain, yet he acted like he was scared of noises in the dark like a child.

He continued his trek again, this time with more confidence. The thoughts in his head were new and fresh. After murdering hundreds of people, nervousness crept into his mind for the first time since he was in the orphanage. Despite this, he pushed on, the task at hand more important than petty fears. As the Dark Lord gripped the doorknob, he became more focused. This was his comfort zone. He's done this multiple times, he could handle one family. Voldemort fixed his expression, eliminating all signs of stress from his face, the one objective was to neutralize the threat.

He turned back to the yard behind him, the resistance posed was pathetic. In fact there was no resistance except for the Fidelius Charm, but that was compromised weeks ago. Peter Pettigrew cowardly gave up the Potter's residence location almost immediately. While he should reward the man for his devotion, instead he was sickened. Even Voldemort had standards, after all he came from an old pureblood family, loyalty to ones companions was predicate, if not demanded. After tonight, he will relieve Peter of his service, probably through death.

The Dark Lord rechecked the the anti-apparation wards he placed around the property. They were intact. With that he turned to face the door, all thoughts left his mind as he readied for a duel. The door knob turned and he stepped through, the door creaked. Before the door was fully opened, it exploded. There stood James Potter, a respectable pureblood lord ready to fight for his family. Voldemort's enemy crouched behind a sofa, but it was useless. The Dark Lord simply used the Killing Curse. While Potter believed he was protected by a solid object, Voldemort had secrets up his sleeve. He had the ability to curve spells, making most physical shields fruitless against his attacks.

As the curse flew around the couch, there was silence. Thud. The sound of his opponent falling to the floor was deafening when compared to the silence of the house. He walked behind the sofa, to where James' dead body lie. Another pureblood killed for unnecessary reasons. While he did disgrace himself by marrying a mudblood, wiping off another ancient and noble family was not in Voldemort's best interest.

As the man walked past the dead body up the stairs, he finally heard the weeping. On her knees as if she was asking for penance, was Lily Potter. She begged for her sons forgiveness, that it was not her doing which will lead to his death. She cried herself hoarse for the premature loss of her son. After he walked into the room, he stood there watching. He had not had a mother to raise him. The feeling of family was surreal to him, but that didn't matter. He came here with a purpose. He shifted his feet and the floor boards underneath him creaked. Red hair whipped around, to reveal a tear stricken face along with puffy eyes.

She wailed and wailed, begging for her sons life.

"Please don't hurt him! Please take me, not my Harry!"

"Move aside foolish girl, it's your son I'm after. Your life can be spared, your sons though, it is not up for debate." Voldemort in his attempt to keep his promise to Severus, proposed the ultimatum. "Away with you now, or I will take your life also." He said sternly to the weeping widow in a threatening tone. Lily did not budge, her loyalty to her son proving to be her downfall in the the end. Voldemort did the only thing left to do. A quick Avada Kedavra left his lips and Lily Potter dropped dead.

Moving on to his grand prize Voldemort stood in front of the infant, Harry, who started crying once his mother life force was quickly snuffed out. "Little child, no one is here save you. Your parents are dead, and you godparents are miles from here. You have been prophesied to be my demise, a ludicrous statement. You could have been a proper lord some day, alas blame Trelawney for your death. Goodbye child."

Seconds later a blinding beam of green light left Voldemort's wand. Within milliseconds it made contact with the infants forehead. While most would expect the child to suffer the same fate as his mother, a strange occurrence happened. The sickly green curse rebounded off of Harry's head, right into the Dark Lord. An explosion rang throughout the room which caused the last remaining Potter to pass out in his crib.

Putting the baby asleep was not the only affect of the burst of magic. The explosion disintegrated the Dark Lords body, only leaving his robes and wand as a reminder of his presence.

November 1, 1981 - Head Masters Office

Dumbledore was sitting in his office with a a glass of whiskey in his hand. He had just suffered a rather humiliating defeat against Pollux Black in the Wizengamot this evening. The law being pushed was not of importance, but it was just principle for Dumbledore to oppose those from the Black family. The Black's were well renowned for being fiercely loyal to each other. After Sirius ran away from home because of Walburga's physical and emotional abuse, he ran to the Potter's, it was common knowledge. While most assumed it was because he was simply friends with James, in reality, he was running into Dorea's protection. He was safe with those of his kin, his friendship with James was just an added bonus.

Dorea and Charles were originally under the impression that Lord Black had disowned Sirius, but it wasn't till years later that they realized it was just his mother who blasted him off the tree. After that, the Black's and the Potter's joined together into a formidable alliance. Sirius's introduction into the family was strengthened by his betrothal to the Greengrass heiress. While they were planning on already getting married at the time, making a contract only improved the families relationships.

Dumbledore was drawn out of his thoughts when 12 of his silver contraptions exploded, set on fire, or started flashing red. Despite the chaos surrounding him, the Headmaster smiled. The Godric's Hallow wards have been breached. During the intrusion, both Lord and Lady Potter were killed, leaving a very vulnerable, very easily snatchable, very malleable child behind.

"Fawkes, go fetch Hagrid please."

The bird disappeared, only to reappear seconds later with a half-giant attached to its tail feathers.

"Hagrid, your assistance is of upmost importance. The Potter's are dead but Harry has lived, go to Godric's Hallow and bring the child back to Hogwarts. Time is of the essence!"

Before the poor gamekeeper could even fully comprehend what was happening, he was sent off by Fawkes yet again. This time instead of appearing in the Headmaster's Office, they were in front of a singed cottage.

November 1,1981 12:11AM Berkshire Manor

Ava Black nee. Greengrass was up nursing her daughter Alyssa. Even though it was late at night, with her daughter just barely a year old, she still needed constant attention. The Black Family had offered to send over more house-elves to take care of the little one, but Ava had declined. She had made the decision with Sirius to raise Alyssa on their own. Alyssa was born in August, the month after Harry. Being so close in age, they bonded better than any of the other children they've been introduced to. Harry's mother, Lily Evans at the time, had been very close with Ava during their time at Hogwarts. Their friendship rivaled even those of James and Sirius. They proved to be as close as sisters, they even fell pregnant around the same time.

Ava suddenly heard footsteps behind her. In a few seconds, arms were around her waist and Sirius' chin was on her shoulder, peering down at Alyssa.

"What're doing up now, don't you have work early tomorrow?" Ava spoke quietly to her husband. She felt him become tense behind her, he held onto her tighter.

"Something's off. I don't if my magic's just jumpy because it's Samhain, but something else is going on." Sirius puthis nose into the crook of her neck, her Veela allure calming him down.

Suddenly something changed. Not physically, and not at all near them, but all three members of the family could feel it. It was an uneasy feeling.

"I'm going to check on James. Something's going on and I can't just ignore it." Sirius finished his statement by kissing her on the cheek. As he turned to go, Ava grasped his hand. She opened her mouth as if to protest, but nothing came out. Sirius returned to walking towards the door.

"I love you, stay safe!" All she got was a nod in response before he went down to the apparation point.

November 1, 1981 - Godric's Hallow

Sirius apparated onto the street in front of the Potter's house. What he saw brought tears to his eyes, he simply stood there for a few moments before taking a shaky step forward.

The garden gate was swung open already, disregarded for, and the once beautiful flowers in front of the house have now shriveled. Sirius was shocked that such a small event could cause such colossal damage. The door was nonexistent, probably from the duel which undoubtedly took place here. As Sirius walked into the living room, he stopped. At his feet lied James, his best friend. His brother in all but blood was dead. He didn't know how to continue, he didn't know what to do, he just couldn't grasp the idea that he would never speak to him again.

Sirius refocused. If James was dead, so was his wife. His priority at the moment was his godson, the boy he swore he'd protect with his life. With this mindset, he rushed up the stairs to Harry's nursery fearing the worst. When he got there, he collapsed further into tears, Lily's emotionless face starred back at him. Too distracted with his dead friends, he failed to notice movement in the corner of his eye. It was only when the infant started crying, did Sirius realize he was alive.

He immediately scooped up his godchild, happy that at least one Potter survived. He knew this night would haught him for the rest of his life, but at least Harry was in safe hands now. As he turned back to the door, Sirius was shocked to see the looming figure of a half-giant. Hagrid starred back at him, his pose suggesting that he was prepared for a struggle. Sirius never really knew the gamekeeper, but judging on how he carried himself at the moment, it was clear the taller man was not fond of him.

"Give 'em here." The man grunted.

"Excuse me? Hagrid, he is my godson, I will be taking him home." Sirius was confused as to why the half-giant was acting this way. It didn't make sense.

"Look here, I'm taking Harry and you won't stop me with your excuses. It's Dumbledore's orders." Hagrid's actions were bold, only usually seen when he was drunk. But that's the thing, he was completely sober.

"I don't know what's up with you right now Hagrid, but like I said, I will not give him up." Sirius liked to think his resistance was warranted, Harry was his ward now after all.

Suddenly Elphias Doge and Emmeline Vance appeared from behind the door. They both drew their wands, preparing for a fight.

"Last chance, hand him over or else we'll take him by force." The warning was well received as Sirius took the opportunity to snatch Harry out of his crib before hiding behind some furniture which was turned over from the explosion.

The three members apart of the extraction team started firing curses. Violent ones at that, it was as if they were disregarding the fact that their opponent held a baby. The Black Heir matched each spell with a shield, he was completely on the defensive. It was a stalemate until Hagrid started charging at Sirius. A mild blasting curse knocked the wind out of him, ending the unorthodox form of battle. Sirius was trying to not harm his colleagues, after all he fought with them against Death Eaters before tonight. He also did not want to risk loosing Harry though, escaping was his best bet.

Sirius dodged between debris, both sides have shifted enough to swap positions. His back was now towards the door. He could make a run for it now, but he wasn't certain he would be successful. It was three against one after all so while he could face them head on, the chances of him being caught if he were to flee increased. An idea suddenly popped into his head. He shot fireworks out of his wand as a distraction and then ran. As Sirius neared the front entrance he heard men talking. The Aurors were called. The ministry workers spotted him through the gap where the door used to be, they also started firing spells.

At this moment Hagrid, Elphias, and Emmeline had reached the top of the stairs. Sirius paled, he was surrounded, with no way to get to the apparation point. The Aurors stepped into the house, spells being shot out of their wands. Sirius was backed into a corner. With all of his attention focused towards casting shield charms, it was a loosing battle for Sirius. He was bloody and bruised, his options were running slim. As a cutting curse hit his leg, Sirius collapsed onto the floor with a grunt.

Firing ceased. As people put their wands away, an Auror approached Sirius. The other man stepped around to face Sirius' back.

"Sirius Black, you are under arr-" the man started but then Sirius and Harry simply vanished.

Everyone looked around stunned, confused as to what just happened in front of them. A few curses rang out from the small crowd. They had successfully downed the man, but he had some unknown means of escape.

The leading auror took a deep breath. He couldn't wait to explain this one to Crouch.

November 1, 1981 - Black Manor

Arcturus Black rushed down the stairs, breath labored and running as fast his old age allowed. With his wife Melania and his cousin Cassiopeia at his heels, they practically sprinted to the entrance hall, frantic to assist in the situation if necessary. Mere seconds ago, the wards which monitored the emergency family portkeys was activated. One of there own was in danger and they had a sworn duty to protect their family.

As they turned the final corner, the trio was shocked to see the Black Heir on the ground, bloodied and bruised. The three were also shocked to see a baby lying next to him. They easily identified the infant as Harry Potter, Dorea's grandchild. While he laid asleep next to his godfather, the three practically paid him no mind. Stabilizing Sirius was their number one priority, the situation he found himself in was second.

Once the bleeding stopped, Sirius was quickly levitated to his room on the Manor. From there, Cassiopeia watched over him as a healer to make sure his vitals were steady. Melania on the other hand, after healing his minor cuts and bruises, took Harry to the nursery in the manor to rest after such a seemingly stressful situation.

While the two women were dealing with the little medical emergency, Arcturus was dealing with the chaos which was forming in the parlor. The entire family had been alerted of the emergency portkey, and now that they've all arrived, they wanted answers. As Melania came back from putting Harry to rest, she joined her husband in watching the confused faces of their relatives. The amount of loyal Black's was shocking. As a family who publicly opposed the Dark Lord, it was unexpected to see such an outcome. While most of the people who she talked to regularly were expected, many of those who have been cut off from the family for years appeared. Based off who was in the parlor, Pollux, Irma, Cygnus, Druella, Narcissa, Lucius, Regulus, Lucretia, Ignatius, Andromeda, Alphard, Callidora, Cedrella, and Septimus have answered the call.

As the chaos ensued, a trend was appearing in the questions. Who was it? Are the children ok? Was it Voldemort? Are they even alive? Why in the dead of night? The crowded mulled over these questions as they conversed amongst themselves. Suddenly Ava burst through the doors, Alyssa in her arms. Her breath was labored, like she had ran here, and as soon as she entered the room she pulled Melania back into the hall.

"Where is he! I know he's a Black but you won't hide him from me!" Ava broke down in tears during her interrogation, the stress truly getting to her. Tears were visibly running down her face. "He just had to go after James! Yet I never even thought of stopping him and now he's hurt. Why did I let him go when it when I knew he was going up against murderers!" Alyssa was now in Melania's arms, letting Ava collapse against the side of the wall.

"Your husband is fine. He was only struck with a cutting curse, with Cassiopeia watching over him, he'll make a full recovery by the end of the week." Melania then walked away to go place Alyssa in the same nursery as Harry. She turned back. "Sirius is staying the night, so shall you. He'll be in the Heirs chambers, you may see to him there, but do not disturb Cassiopeia." Ava simply nodded before composing herself and proceeding to the aforementioned rooms.

November 1, 1981 - Black Manor

It wasn't until the next morning that those who answered the call had their questions answered. After all, it's difficult to explain what's going on when your only source of information is unconscious. When Sirius woke up, the first thing his body registered was excruciating pain in his thigh. He opened his eyes to see his Great-Aunt hovering next to his bed pulling multiple potions off of a side table. Suddenly they were thrusted in front of his face.

"Drink this, it will help subside the pain."

Sirius did so without question and felt as the potions rapidly took affect. With the pain tolerable he glanced around the room, seeing not just his Aunt was present. To his other side sat his wife and closer to the foot of the bed stood both Lord and Lady Black, all of whom were watching with worry. It was then that he realized Harry wasn't near him. He turned and tightly grasped his wife's hand, stifling a groan at the pain it caused.

"Where is he?" he all but yelled. "Dumbledore was after him, he traveled with me, right?"

"Calm down love. Harry and Alyssa are both in the nursey here." With that, the Black Heir sinked into the pillow once more.

"Good..." he then turned to Cassiopeia "how bad was it?'

"Our original assessment " she gestured to Arcturus and Melania "led us to believe it was simply a cutting curse which hit you. We now know that was not true as in the middle of the night your cut reopened and bled more violently than before, leading us to think it was a certain spell which leans towards the Dark Arts."

Considering that everyone there either was an active member of the Order of the Phoenix or a government worker, this conclusion made very little sense. Unless some dark sympathizer slipped into Godric's Hallow that evening, no one there would've used a dark curse willingly in front of so many Aurors. The fact that 3 people there were apart of a anti-dark militia group didn't ease any confusion. Everyone their should've been in the same position regarding the use of the Dark Arts. Once recounting his experience from the night before, Sirius expressed his dilemma to those in front of him but they couldn't imagine a proper explanation either. They were however intrigued in the Order members actions. Regulus (who had just walked in) prompted questions regarding the use of Imperio or possibly lesser control spells but those were seen as a last resort.

It was in the middle of this conversation when Narcissa and her husband Lucius Malfoy, barged into the room. They had been the only other people to stay the night as the others decided to return home to wait for the news. They came in carrying the Dailey Prophet and pointing to the headline at the top.

YOU-KNOW-WHO DEFEATED:
HARRY POTTER REIGNED BOY-WHO-LIVED

Aurors confirmed that after an attack on the Potter's family, the Dark Lord has been killed.

After being reviewed by the Department of Mysteries, Crouch has declared Harry Potter has vanquished the Dark Lord.

The Potter Heir has gone missing after the attack but reports say they saw a dark magic scar, leading to this conclusion.

One can only hope these struggles have ended.

The occupants stared at the news paper in shock, Harry has been hailed a hero by the wizarding world. This would certainly pose a problem. The Order of the Phoenix member would be more persistent than before to get hold of Harry, whether for his wealth or fame, they certainly wanted to use him. Arcturus would have to take Sirius and Ava to legally claim custody over their godchild later today before Dumbledore makes his claim. With Lord Black escorting the couple into the ministry, no one, not even the Supreme Mugwump would dare consent them.

November 1, 1981 - Ministry of Magic

Arcturus Black strode through the hallways of the most important government building in Magical Britain. Trailed by both Sirius and Ava Black, lesser lords practically fell over themselves when clearing a path for the head of one of the most esteemed families in the Wizengamot. As the small party cleared their way towards the Ministry's Department of State for a will reading (because if Lord Black demands a will reading before the scheduled time, he will get it) Albus Dumbledore watched from a far. He had spent the entire day searching for the boy himself that he hadn't had time to assert him in a proper position. Seeing the trio pass by him had basically confirmed that Harry was already in their possession. Since Arcturus would be there backing the couple up, there was now no chance of him wrangling the boy from their grasps. A shame really, it threw a fairly large wrench in his plans. Dumbledore signed and turned around, returning to his quarters at Hogwarts to mull over the recent revelations.

As the Headmaster left the Ministry, the three Blacks were being ushered into a room in the State Department. With Sirius reading over everything and Arcturus confirming that everything was in order, all finances were completely sorted out with during the first half with a representative from Gringotts. Even though the handling of gold and property was important almost everybody there was waiting for the part regarding custody. While it was presumed that the Blacks would be able to claim full custody over Harry, loopholes could have been purposely left open. Once the Ministry worker pulled out there file, it was clear that all occupants of the room became more focused.

Under the assumption that all listed individuals are of stabile mind, being, and, wealth,

the guardianship would first go to Sirius and Ava Black, Harry's godparents.

In the event that they are unfit to care for the child, other possible candidates include

(In order of most favorable)

Frank and Alice Longbottom

Andromeda and Ted Tonks

Remus Lupin under the knowledge that he suffers from Lycanthropy

Amelia and David Bones

Peter Pettigrew

Petunia and Vernon Dursley (under dire circumstances)

"As you can see here, you both have full custody over the child. If you so choose to share custody with any other names listed here, it is completely in your right to do so. Of course that is not mandatory, but it may ease the burden of raising two children." The employee explained, trying to make it clear that full custody isn't the only option.

"We wish suggest no other names as guardians over Harry, he would not be a burden." Was the short response received. "I believe that was all the paperwork signed, good day."

Arcturus looked on proudly as they confidently left the room. Sirius was treated as a Lord everywhere he went, and he carried himself like he was one as well. One could not be prouder of their Heir than he was at this very moment. The Heir in question was too busy think of the amazing future he could have. While he would forever miss his closest friends, he still had his wife, daughter, and now Harry. He couldn't wait to see his family truly turn into one as the years progressed.

AN: Uhh yeah... hey? I've been gone for a while... sorry bout that. Nothing else to say really except for the fact that I'm completely turning over the story. Small details yeah know? Also I removed the time after every location thing because it became too annoying and difficult to predict how much time has passed. It led to the last scene taking place at 10pm, which is unrealistic because most government buildings are not open then. Also I'll try to have Draco be sort of a brotherly figure but Harry and Alyssa's social circle won't just be Slytherins, probably none at all besides Draco. That's all, good day people!