Where the Potters house had stood on the peaceful row at Godric's Hollow was now a mount of destruction. Window frames and scraps of bedding lay among the wreckage. Pieces of what looked like Lily Potter's Chinese pottery were strewn across the rocky grounds, smashed to pieces by the long beams that used to hold up the portico.
A black boot bottom, pant leggings dangling over the thick, leather straps, was heavily set down. A crunching noise of breaking glass came from beneath the foot. The shoe was lifted to reveal a picture, still in its frame, but with no glass to cover the image. The five people in it stood happily, unaware of the horrors outside of their frame.
Sirius Black bent over at the waist and picked up the picture, examining the well-groomed people. He smiled in spite of himself, recognizing it as the day of the Potters wedding.
Lily and James Potter stood hand in hand at the center of the framed in front of a large, elaborately designed cake. A doll stood at the top of the bakery, smiling and waving; an exact replica of the new couple, just bound in holy matrimony. To James's right was Sirius, arm slung around his best friend's shoulder. He was smiling and waving, constantly fixing the flower in his buttonhole so that the changing colors were evident. On Lily's left stood Remus Lupin, one arm at his side. The other hand was placed on Lily's shoulders. The bright grin plastered to his face was only outdone by that of the couple's. On Remus's other side was a short, squat boy that seemed to be trying his best to squeak out of the frame. With one hand, he fed the rat on his shoulder (Scamp, if Sirius's memory served him well enough; he was a Christmas gift from James in their second year) a Pumpkin Pastie. He kept scratching his ear nervously.
A vice-like grip seemed to take hold of Sirius's heart as he eyed Peter maliciously. An irrepressable anger boiled up inside of him. He knew it was Peter's fault that James and Lily were. . . .
Sirius dropped the frame to the ground, jerking the picture free of the frame. "James," he moaned into the cold night air. "Lily." He dropped his head forwards. "Why'd you have to go? Why'd you leave so much behind?"
His gaze caught that of Peter's in the picture. He could've sworn that Peter looked like he was taunting him, but when he blinked, it was gone. "I swear it, Pettigrew. I swear I'll kill you. I'LL KILL YOU, PETER! DO YOU HEAR ME?"
But a startled cry like that of an infant's broke Sirius from his trance.
He turned shakily, wobbling towards the source of the noise. Lifting a pillow that he recognized belonging to the chair that sat in what was once his godchild's nursery, Sirius stared down in disbelief.
"Harry?"
The wedding picture silently floated away into the darkness of memory.
So what do you think? This is more then likely going to appear in an upcoming chapter of Betrayal of Friends, a fic that I am presently working on. Any form of review is acceptable. Which, yes, is a hint to review.