Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, this is only a fanfiction.
"Me? But... but... Padfoot! Stripes! What about them, Albus?" the man asked desperately, amber eyes wide with anxiety from behind sopping wet brown bangs.
The tall, elderly man before him smiled sadly, his blue eyes mournful. "Have you not heard?" he questioned sorrowfully, drawing his perfectly dry purple robes closer in an effort to keep warm in the overhead storm's bitter cold. "Lily, James and Sapphire were found dead in Godric's Hollow last night, and Sirius Black is currently in Azkaban for the murder of twelve Muggles and Peter Pettigrew." Here he paused, glancing down protectively at the small cloth bundle in his arms. "They wanted you to raise her if something bad came up. Severus rescued her from the ruins, he found her under Silence, Fidelius, and Disillusion Charms. I was her Secret-Keeper, as you should well remember."
The little color in the golden-eyed man's face drained out completely as he sank to his knees. "Dead?" he croaked in disbelief, stunned. "Lily... Prongs... Wormtail... Stripes..." he stammered brokenly, tears gleaming on his scarred cheeks. "That can't be..." Suddenly he grew even paler, if that were possible. "Albus!" he gasped, clutching the hem of the man's cloak in sheer desperation. "Harry! Where's Harry?" he asked frantically.
Albus managed a sad, melacholy smile. "Safe," he answered quietly before staring straight at the man, cerulean eyes seeming to pierce right through to his soul. "So, my boy, will you accept?"
This seemed to wake the man from his grief, his eyes widened with shock as he struggled to get up to his feet. "But... but I'm not safe! My condition!" he cried out. Albus' eyes twinkled slightly despite the sorrow etched deeply in the many lines of his tired face.
"Ah, precisely the reason you are her perfect guardian. You see, the Lunaris family has long been connected with Voldemort's followers. Sapphire herself was promised to Voldemort, to bear his heir. When Sapphire openly rejected the Dark Mark, shaming Voldemort in front of his Death Eaters, his anger caused him to unleash a curse on her, a curse that would affect the life of her firstborn child."
"A curse?" repeated the man, in horrified awe.
"Yes," Albus replied, smiling wryly. "The curse of a werecat."