The Hollyday had went well that year, really well. Even in the midst of war there is no party like a halloween party. And that was without the advantage of his marvellous good looks. Prongs said he couldn't do it, HA! That would show him to never again bet against his charms.
That was when the alarms started ringing, the defences were down. He started panicking, that could only mean one thing. His heart on his mouth, he got on his motorcycle hoping he wasn't too late. Oh Merlin, let him be there in time.
Testing the speed limit of his ride to get there, he crossed the night sky in a blur. But the wards were already broken and it looked like an explosion had blown half the house. Sweet Morgana...
"Prongs!?" The call went unanswered, but that's ok. The house being how it was they must have fled already. Right?
He went running inside, didn't even bother to check for traps. And was stunned to a halt.
Oh no...
Oh no, no, no, no...
"Prongs!" In desperation he faltered at the door. His best friend layed on the carpet ... life absent from his eyes.
No, no, no... This was not happening.
His eyes started watering and the world stopped making sense. Untill he heard crying from upstair.
"Harry, Lily!"
Almost falling on his own two feet he dashed through the stairs. His grief giving way to panic as he worried about what would wait him above.
And his heart broke at the sight of Lily sprawled on the floor. Near her, the only living soul to be found in these recently shattered ruins.
"Don't fret Lil' Prongsie," he managed to stumble out "Padfoot is here." Taking his godson with him, he left the tragic mess of the closest thing he had to a family behind. He would care for him, take him somewhere safe. "Let's get home."
So he did. The ride home wasn't nearly as frantic as the one before. The baby fell asleep in his arms and the earlier scenes kept running in a loop through his mind, getting permanently scorched to his brain.
It seemed like ages passed as they flew, streets flashing in seconds that felt more like years.
They were gone, really gone. He always thought he'd be the one to die first, in a great heroic act that would baffle voldy's forces and rescue inocent maidens.
It was not fair, they just started a family, he was the one... And now Harry was...
He didn't remember how he and the toddler got into his room, but thats where the giant man found him, stunned.
"Hi, Sirius" He said in a somber voice. "I'm here to take young Harry."
That got his attention. "Take him? You can't take him, I'm his godfather!"
"Dumbledore's orders, lad." Hagrid said, a mournful expression on his face.
Sirius didn't want to, he really didn't want to, but the old man normally knew what he was doing. He must think Harry is still in danger, maybe he needs to check for curses. Not that it would be good to stay with him in his current state of mind. What was he thinking of course the kid should be cared for...
"Take the motorcycle then, it's safer for a kid his age." His voice breaking as he said the words.
"Thank you, Sirius. I'm sorry or your loss."
He whatched the giant man fly away. And the blown up house was once again in his mind. He didn't understand how this could happen. They had the best wards, repellents, magic concealers, even a fidelius charm, all the best protection the Order could provide. How did they got broken so quickly?
He must've known... Merlin, the fidelius! He needed to check on Wormtail, they must've gotten to him too. How many more friends would he loose till the end of this war? Was there no end to this horrid day?
