With an alarming skid my bike slammed down into the ground, the suspension groaning in protest. Usually I'd land a bit smoother, make a bit more of a show of it, (just in case pretty eyes belonging to pretty girls were watching) but right now this is the last thing on my mind. Parents with screaming kids, shouting for more sweets scoff and mutter as I zip past, muttering about 'hoons and holigans'.

Usually upon hearing the word hoons, I would act like one, just to prove a point. There's nothing more fun than hooning up and down the main street of a town, jumping over cars, and seemingly 'flying' as muggles watch, flabbergast. But right now, it's the last thing on my mind.

Finally, I'm outside the house. My chest swells, but also becomes constricted. My feet stumbled forward, but my torso falls back. My eyes widen, but also force shut. Only three words are going through my head, 'Lily, James, Harry, Lily, James, Harry.' I rest my hands on the gate and sink to my knees, unable to look up anymore. I can't see the thick cascading smoke drift up lazily from the second floor anymore, and I can't see the snake that dances on my head from the large skull. If I can't see it, it's not there, it's not there, it's not

The house begins to shake and I realise that someone is moving within the house. I jump the fence and run to the door expecting to see an ashen faced Lily and James holding a crying baby. Instead Hagrid's looming figure meets my eye, and I can see that he's holding a bundle of blankets. He carefully avoids an object on the floor, and as I open the door to let Hagrid out, I realise that it's James. His face is twisted in an expression of hatred and panic, and his limbs stick out at odd angles where he's fallen. I stare at my fallen friend in horror. It can't be, it can't.

I look up at Hagrid, and we both make our way to the fence. The same thought keeps running through my head, 'how did this happen?' I turn to Hagrid suddenly,

'Give me Harry Hagrid. I'll look after him; I am his godfather after all.' I don't know when I realised it was Harry bundled up in the blankets, but the moment I did made me want to take him far, far away, and hold onto the piece of James and Lily that was left. Hagrid shook his head,

'Fraid not Sirius, I'm on Dumbledore's orders.' I sadly turned towards my bike as the realisation hit me- the fideaous charm, Peter. I motioned towards my precious bike, which all of a sudden, wasn't important,

'Take my bike, I won't need it anymore.' Hagrid looked at me sorrowfully,

'Thanks Sirius, I was wonderin' how I was gonna get him to Dumbledore, I'll return it to ya later,' I watched Hagrid take off, knowing that I wouldn't be there to see him return it. I had to pay a visit to my dear friend Wormtail on behalf of my belated friend Prongs.