Sirius stood in the middle of the street facing this house, feeling nothing.
"Sirius Black?" a gruff voice said coming from the rumbles of the house.
Turning slowly away from the house, Sirius saw a large man with a large beard. "Hagrid?" Sirius said motionless. "What are you doing here?" Sirius had met Hagrid once before. He worked some job at Hogwarts that Sirius could remember.
"I 'ad to get this little guy 'ere," Hagrid said extending the bundle of blankets from his arms.
Sirius heart skipped a mile, "Harry, he-he survived?"
Hagrid sniffed and Sirius knew that he had been crying, "'ea, he survived alright." Hagrid began crying which was a loud roaling sound that echoed of the street into the empty night.
Sirius turned away looking down, "Could-could I hold him before you have to go?"
Hagrid nodded handing over Harry over to god-father. Sirius looked down out Harry who was half-dozing in his arms. He resembled James so much and had Lily's amazing green eyes. For the second time that night Sirius heart broke in two and bit his tongue to hold back the many tears he had been holding since he had heard the news. James and Lily had died. Gone. Forever.
Sirius bent his head down to his just and shuddered, if they only hadn't met Peter.
"I 'ave to be going now 'irius," Hagrid said taking Harry out of Sirius arms.
"Of course," Sirius said not wanting to let go of baby Harry. "Hagrid take my motorcycle, I don't need it anymore," Sirius said taking the keys out of his leather jacket and handing them to Hagrid. Nothing matter anymore. He had to find Peter...
Hagrid thanked him and went on his way.
Sirius sat down on the ruins of the house of James and Lily, head in his hands, and cried. His shoulders sagged, James and Lily were gone. And he never got to say good-bye.
Sirius stood, he had to find Peter now and do what he had to do.