Laughter in the house of Black
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Prologue:
A wail screeched the night. 'Ooohhh…James.' More sobs followed as he sniffled the name Lily.
The giant moved towards the only living thing in the ruined cottage. A baby with a lightning bolt scar on his head. Oh, bless him, thought the giant. He'll have that for ever. He picked up the baby and said to it: 'Hullo, Harry. I'm gonna be your friend even if you dunno it now. Let's getja too Dumbledore, eh?' Just as he finished that sentence a roaring sound came from overhead. The giant looked up as the motorbike came flying down to where he stood. It stopped in mid-air, right in front of him.
'Hagrid. I was told you were here,' said the driver urgently. Hagrid couldn't see who it was. 'Now give me Harry, Hagrid. I will take care of him.' The voice had become quieter and shook a little. Hagrid was sure he recognised the voice from somewhere, but… The driver took of his helmet and said: 'I am his godfather, you know.'
Hagrid pulled himself together and said in what he hoped was a stern voice: 'Dumbledore asked me teh bring Harry teh him. Sorry, Sirius.'
'Hagrid,' said Sirius in an exasperated voice, 'It's going to be okay. Just give me Harry.'
'I can't Sirius.'
'Yes, you can. And you will. Would you rather he lived with me and Remus or with muggles?'
'Was he gonna live with muggles?'
'Yes,' came the quiet reply.
Sobbing Hagrid gave Harry to Sirius. 'Take good care of him,' Hagrid said.
A/N: The story will continue!
