Full summary- Sirius Black never went after Peter Pettigrew instead he walked into the Potter's house that night. Seeing the bodies of his best friends, Sirius knew what happened. Upon finding Harry alive, Sirius makes the decision that will change the Wizarding World.

Blanket Disclaimer- I don't own the Harry Potter-verse, wish I did…. But I don't.

Prologue

The last living Black stood there, shocked. At his feet laid the body of his best friend, James Potter. Stepping over the corpse, a tear escaping as he tried not to breakdown, Sirius continued along the hallway. The door he came to, belonging to the source of why this had all happened, was blasted off its hinges and leaned haphazardly against the wall. Sirius stepped over the threshold, bloodshot eyes taking in the part of the room immediately in front of him.

In the corner the body of a Death Eater laid crumpled in a heap with burn marks and holes decorating the wall around him. The window near the Death Eater was just a gaping hole in the wall. Sirius turned and looked at the other half of the room, dreading what he would see.

His heart broke at what he saw. The body of Lily Potter lay slumped against a crib. Trying not to stumble on the debris that littered the floor Sirius crossed the room to the crib.

Gently taking hold of the lifeless form, Sirius laid Lily on the floor, closing her eyes as he did. Sirius took a shaky breath as he turned back to the crib, fearing what he would find inside.

Peeking over the railing, Sirius's eyes widened in shock; lying there, peacefully unaware of what was going on, was the child of two of his best friends, Harry Potter.

Bloodshot eyes narrowed in concentration as Sirius reached for his wand and muttered a quick counter-charm for illusions.

Nothing happened.

He tried again with the same results.

A tear slipped down Sirius's cheek as he slowly reached into the crib to pick up Harry, afraid that this was just a dream his mind had cooked up. As he moved the blanket covering Harry, Sirius noticed blood stains on the blanket. Heart clenching in terror, Sirius ripped the blanket off Harry, exposing a slowly bleeding wound on his right shoulder.

Scooping up the child with care for the wound, Sirius felt for a pulse. Sighing as the gentle 'bump, bump, bump' pressed against his fingers, Sirius finally let his fears concerning the boy dissipate.

Cradling the young child to his chest, Sirius tried not to think about what he was doing.

A small 'pop' later Sirius Black and Harry Potter were no longer there.

I'm hoping to get some feedback for this, I know it's short but it's just the beginning and this WON'T be a soul-bond fic. I like them but they tend to all run in the same circle and I don't think I have the writing prowess to not fall into the same storylines already out there.

This may turn into an M rating not sure yet I've only gotten half-way through planning the first year and an idea for the second.

I'm going to say this right now- I AM NOT A FAST UPDATER. I'm not even a relatively normal updater.

I work full-time, I'm applying to West Point, and trying to get into some college classes to refresh the basics… So my life is a little crazy right now and I only truly write for fun or as a stress-reliever when my lovely anti-depressants don't work.

Thanks for reading!