Hey guys! This is a story I'm taking a swing at. I do not own Harry Potter however much I wish. Also I do use some direct writing from the books so not all of this writing is mine. I do however own Zoe' Potter.
As the rumors flew through the air, a house sat in pieces. A man quickly snuck into the house quietly, trying not to disturb anything. As he entered the house, he spotted his best friend lying dead on the floor. "I'm sorry Prongs," the man whispered. He closed the corpse's eyes and carefully made his way up the stairs. He stepped into the nursery that now was a gaping hole in the house. A woman's body lied on the floor among the rubble. The man quickly uncovered the body and a tear slipped out of his eye. "Lily." He swept the hair away from her face and gently kissed her cheek. In her arms was a little body swaddled in a pink blanket. "Zoe'," the man gasped. He quickly grabbed the little child and held it in his arms. Tears quickly streamed down his face. He was too busy grieving to realize the small child had awakened and opened her eyes. The man only stopped crying when he felt a little hand on his cheek. He looked to see the child was alive and a smile graced his face. "Wotcher Zoe'. Remember me? Uncle Sirius." The little girl giggled and smiled. He wrapped the little girl tightly and went out the house. He walked down the streets quickly trying to get to the closest muggle hospital. The little girl, still oblivious to everything going on, played with Sirius's hair with a smile. He smiled down at her. He had finally reached the hospital. A nurse came up to him and asked what she could help him with. He put Zoe' in her arms and simply said, "Her name is Zoe' Potter." The nurse looked down at the little child and back up to find the man had disappeared.