Sirius sank into the ragged armchair by the window and watched the sun go down. His grey eyes glowed orange, his pale skin turned to gold. There weren't many things that calmed Sirius, but the sun set was definitely one of them. He ran his fingers through his rough beard and lustrous black hair and sat, thinking, as the sun slowly slid out if view. Thinking about James (and Lily and Harry of course), about how -unless You-Know-Who was killed- they'd have to stay in hiding forever.
There was a flash of green light in the distance, the sign of a killing curse, something Sirius had seen all too often. Then, the dark mark, a glittering green skull with a snake protruding from its mouth, appeared in the sky, dread stole the colour from Sirius' face.
No, it couldn't be… He thought as he jumped up from his armchair, Could it?
He took the stairs down two at a time and jumped onto his magical motorbike; a vintage Harley with an enchantment which allows it to fly. (It was his most prized possession after his two way mirror). He sped off hoping with all his heart that it wasn't his best friend's family. Sirius neared Godric's Hollow and his heart sank, the once beautiful home belonging to Lily and James was destroyed.
Knowing what he was about to find, he walked into the broken building through the splintered door, numb with grief.
The door hung loosely in the frame, yet because of all the debris it was hard to open. Immediately Sirius wished he hadn't. He saw his best friend, James Potter, splayed on the floor; dead. His eyes wide open; his wand lay limp in his hand. James' untidy jet black hair was filled with dust and bits of plaster, his glasses lay wonky on his nose; amplifying his lifeless hazel eyes. Sirius just stood there, shocked, frozen with sorrow.
He shuffled on throughout the house, tears trickling down his cheeks. The toy broom Sirius had bought Harry lay there on the living room floor, along with some of his other toys. He passed through the kitchen and got to the stair case. With a deep breath he started up the stairs.
The landing looked much like the rest of the house; dust and debris littered the floor. His eyes glazed with tears, Sirius checked every room until there was only one left, Harry's room. Gradually he entered the room; Lily's body lay slumped against the cot, her long auburn hair covering her beautiful green eyes. He was about to lay her body on the floor when something stirred in the cot. At first he thought it was his mind playing a cruel trick but then he heard a small whimper, like that of a young child. He stood up and peered into the crib and saw, wrapped in a small blanket, his young godson, Harry Potter. Gently he raised him out of his cot and held him in a tight embrace as tears streamed down his cheeks.
Harry is safe. He told himself, I'll look after him there'll be nothing to worry about. Still cradling Harry in his arms, Sirius made his way carefully down the debris covered stairs.