I lost everything that night. Prongs, Moony, Wormtail...Harry. My little godson. I loved him so much. I was the first to arrive on the scene. D'you think I wouldn't be?
I remember that night so clearly, and it will haunt me forever. Longer and worse than Azkaban, scarred deeper than after the Weeping Willow incident. It left deeper marks than any other time in my life. I lost more than my best friend that night. I lost my soul.
Sirius burst into the house.
"Goddammit, James! James! James, where the hell are you?" He ran frantically through the halls, towards the stairs, where he skidded to a stop at the sight of his dead frien-brother's body.
"No, no, no, no, Prongs. Don't do this to me, James. Come on, wake up." He shook his friend's dead, empty shell, tears streaming down his face. "PRONGS!" The cry was ripped out of his throat when he heard a wail. His heart stopped.
"Harry? Lils?" He gently laid down James's body, and sprinted up the stairs towards their bedroom. The first thing he saw was Lily's dead body, her red hair that James had loved so much strewn over the floor, one arm up and one down in some defenseless position. He lifted his eyes from her body and saw Harry. His godson. Alive.
"Siwius?" The boy looked up, sobbing. "Siwius, where Mommy?"
He felt a lump rise in his throat. What was he supposed to tell this little boy?
"Mommy's not here right now, Harry. But I'll take care of you, alright?" Where the hell was Remus? He'd know what to do. Shit. He looked up at the full moon, remembering what he was getting ready for before he decided to stop in on James and Lily. Goddammit, could Voldemort possibly have worst timing? He picked up the little boy, who was still crying.
"Let's get you somewhere safe." He walks down the stairs, keeping his eyes safely away from the dead bodies. If he looks, he'll break down. And that won't do anybody good.
As he walks to the gate, he see Hagrid.
"I've got orders from Dumbledore," is all the half-giant says. But Sirius understands, and nods, surrendering.
"Take the bike. I won't need it, where I'm going." He hands Harry over to Hagrid. "Keep him safe, all right? I've got a little unfinished business of my own to take care of." Hagrid looks bemused but nods and takes Harry. He watches them soar off into the moonlit sky, and then walks down the street.
"You better run, Pettigrew. Because when I get my hands on you, you're going to wish you were dead.