Sirius sank to his knees in front of the smoldering house, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
"James,"
Tears ran down his face, and he didn't bother to wipe them away because James was dead. His best friend, his brother-
James. All because of that... rat.
Harry. Harry still wasn't out of the house.
He stood up, ready to leap into the flaming building to save his godson, but the Aurors were coming out of the building now, and in their arms was Harry, Harry, and he was alive, and they were handing him to Sirius and Lily's eyes looked up at him, and James's hair... Sirius looked past his looks. There was a fresh cut on the boy's forehead, shaped like a jagged line. Like a lightning bolt. The boy grinned up at Sirius, unknowing of the unspeakable things that had happened moments ago. "Pafoo," the boy murmured his first word.
