Had to write this for a university assignment (literally, our task was to write a Harry Potter fanfiction, how COOL is that?!) so I figured I'd post it up here as well for the hell of it. Tell me what you think!
He'd been feeling off all day.
He was still on leave from the Aurors, and it wasn't his day to be with Lily and James. To keep from going insane from boredom (not that he wasn't insane already - his family history more than proved that) he'd worked on his motorcycle until dinnertime.
He was halfway through the meal when the hairs on the back of his neck pricked uncomfortably. Standing up abruptly and fighting the urge to transform into Padfoot to scent the air for danger, he made one of his famous snap decisions.
Grabbing his wand and his leather jacket (his second favourite Muggle possession), Sirius Black strode out towards his motorcycle (his favourite).
Screw the fact that it was Peter's day.
He needed to check on Lily and James. And Harry.
Although Peter was the Secret-Keeper, both he and Remus had the Potter's location for occasions such as this. Sirius had been exceptionally glad for this in the past - particularly when Lily made an impromptu Sunday roast.
When he reached the Potter's, however, he was sure he'd never be hungry again.
It was bright green.
Pulsating.
Alive.
The Dark Mark in the sky, hovering over the cottage in Godric's Hollow, was silent and writhing. Too silent. The air felt heavy with the promise of rain. Grimly, and not without a hint of trepidation, Sirius walked inside and immediately stopped in his tracks.
The silence was broken by an unearthly howl.
Just inside the front door at the foot of the stairs, Sirius dropped to his knees beside James Potter's body. Hands shaking, he pushed his brother's glasses back onto his face before continuing up the stairs.
He only had to see Lily's feet extending from the entrance to Harry's room and he knew she was gone too. Without bothering to wipe the tears from his face, he hesitated at the entrance to Harry's room. Did he want to subject himself to seeing the tiny body of his godson?
A deep breath.
He entered.
From the direction of the cradle came the trembling, unsure voice of his 1 year old godson.
"Pafoo?"
Thank Merlin. Harry.
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RoseDreamer17