The cool autumn air whipped through my hair as I rode my motorbike to James and Lily's house. In my head I could hear Moony's voice telling me that if I insisted on riding a "flying, metal death trap," then I should at least wear a helmet, but that would just defeat the purpose. I liked the wind in my hair. It's the best part.
As I drew closer to the Potter's house I saw smoke in the sky. I squinted and saw that it was coming from the area of their house, but I wasn't worried. Even if there was a fire it could just be put it out with magic. Only wizards lived in Godric's Hallow.
However, when I got near enough to land I saw that it was coming from James and Lily's house. I saw fire everywhere; the smoke was billowing out of the windows. The house was falling down before my eyes.
I jumped off my bike before it had fully landed and sprinted towards the house, looking franticly around for James, Lily and Harry. Suddenly I saw a massive figure emerge from the house, carrying a small bundle. I knew it was Hagrid instantly, no one else could be that big.
"Hagrid!" I cried as I ran to him. He was carrying Harry, his face bright red and ashes in his tangled hair and beard. He had burn marks on his coat.
"Hagrid, what happened?" I asked desperately. "Where's James and Lily?" I looked down at Harry to see he had a thin, angry red mark in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead. I brushed his hair back gently and Harry opened his eyes. His face was full of confusion.
"He-he was here," Hagrid sobbed. "You-Know-Who. James an' Lily. Killed."
Every part of me when hallow. The hand on Harry's forehead dropped to my side. This wasn't real, it couldn't be. I was having the worst nightmare of my life. Hagrid was playing some sort of sick joke. I was in a parallel universe. Anything would be better than this. Anything. I felt my knees grow weak and I clutched Hagrid's arm to hold me upright. My throat began to close up and I struggled to breath. This isn't happening, I told myself. It's not.
"It-It's all righ'," Hagrid said unconvincingly through his tears. It wasn't all right. Nothing about this was all right. It was all wrong. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run away from here. I wanted to go back to yesterday at least. Not everything was all right then, but it sure as hell was better than this.
Harry coughed and brought me back to my senses a bit. Harry was alive. Harry was still here.
"I dunno what happened. Harry survived an' You-Know-Who…he's….gone."
I wasn't really listening to him. My mind was clouded with pain and sadness, but at the same time relief that Harry survived. At least there was that.
"Hagrid, I'll take Harry." I told him, struggling to keep my voice calm and steady. "I'm his Godfather."
"Sorry Sirius. Can't do that. I got special orders from Dumbledore. I got ter take him ter his Aunt an' Uncle."
"What?" I cried. "To Lily's bloody sister? You're bringing Harry to her? No, Hagrid. I'm his Godfather. Give him here." I held out my hands.
"Sorry Sirius. I got special orders from Dumbledore." Hagrid repeated.
I dropped my arms and clenched my jaw. I knew Hagrid would sooner kill himself than disobey Dumbledore's orders. I figured that's why he sent Hagrid. I gave in, deciding that I'd get it sorted out later.
"Fine. Take my motorbike at least," I said harshly, jabbing my thumb roughly behind me in the direction of my bike. "It'll be faster."
Hagrid looked at me for a moment and guessed that I wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Thanks Sirius," He said and then took Harry over to the bike. It felt physically painful to watch them ride away. I felt as though if I let Harry go now I would never see him again. Everything was wrong.
I turned away from the house. I couldn't look at it anymore. I couldn't stand it. I began to walk down the street in a daze when something occurred to me.
"Peter," I gasped. "He was their secret keeper! He betrayed them!" My head began to spin and I grabbed a nearby street sign to steady myself.
"He sold them out. He fucking sold them out. That little…" I was shaking and I felt as though my knees would give away any moment.
"It's my fault," I whispered. I slid down the pull and sat on the ground, covering my face with my hands. "I was the secret keeper. I thought they would be safer with Peter…I thought they wouldn't suspect it. Bastard!"
A woman who was walking by gave me an apprehensive look then walked more quickly. I didn't care. I had to find Peter. I had to find him, and make him pay.