I don't own any of the characters in this story – or at least in this chapter, I might add some of my own at some point. This chapter isn't written in any particular POV but the rest will be.
Premise: Harry was brought up by Sirius, as Hagrid brought them both to Dumbledore when he found them – meaning that Sirius was never seen 'killing' Peter Pettigrew.
03:19, November 1, 1981 – Dumbledore's Office
"I'd say the answer is obvious," said the old man – Dumbledore. It was his grand office that they all sat in. He was the Headmaster of Hogwarts and leader of the Order of the Phoenix. His long white beard rolled down past his ankles and underneath the table they sat at. "What?" questioned the unkempt man. He had large bags under his eyes and it was obvious he was in pain, "What do you mean? You say that like I don't know what we're going to do about Harry! He'll live with me and I'll be damned if you throw him with those Muggles!" "Oh Sirius," Dumbledore sighed. "We have to think what's best for Harry." "WHAT'S BEST?" Sirius screamed, standing up and knocking his chair down. "You know that they'll be abusive at 'best'." The large man in the corner of the room who was holding a baby – the baby in question, in fact – coughed loudly. "Yes, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asked, with an out of character hint of anger in his voice. "Well, yer see Dumbledore, I trust yer judgement an' all, but surely Harry should go live with Sirius. It's what James an' Lily woulda' wanted." Hagrid said, sniffling loudly. He'd found little baby Harry in the remains of the Potters' house, with Sirius kneeling over the remains of the threshold. He'd taken them both straight to Dumbledore's office, thinking it would be for the best. Now, he thought he should've just brought Sirius home with Harry and informed Dumbledore after. "Exactly. Thank you Hagrid." Sirius said, in a tone saying that the conversation was over. "Very well. I am sure you're right Hagrid – it would be what they'd have wanted. Take Harry to the Burrow for now, Hagrid. Sirius and I have some more, serious, matters to discuss."
09:33, November 1, 1981 – Hogwarts' Grounds
The two men strolled around the vast ground of Hogwarts, talking in hushed tones. For the past six hours they'd been speaking about Voldemort, why he wanted to find the Potters and had finally begun to broach the topic of how Voldemort had found them. As Dumbledore spoke, Sirius slowly began to realise what had happened. "I should've known," he said, bitterly. "Only the Secret Keeper could tell You-Know-Who where they were. We shouldn't have switched." "Peter isn't likely to be the country at the moment. Just…" the wizened old man paused. He was, for a second, truly scared, "Be careful as you raise Harry. One day, Voldemort will come back. It'll be soon, too." And with that, Dumbledore left and Sirius stood alone by the lake.
14:47, November 1, 1981 – Sirius' Apartment
"God damn it." Sirius paced the floor in his small apartment, much to the annoyance of his friend, Remus Lupin who was standing by the door. "God damn what?" he enquired, chuckling. Sirius' frustration gave Lupin his first chance to laugh since he'd found out the news of James and Lily's deaths. "I'm raising a child! What the hell do I know about that? Nothing, Remus, nothing." "Well," Lupin chuckled. "You did fight quite hard to get Harry into your custody." "No, I fought to get him out of the Dursley's. I don't even have room for Harry here. He needs a room. I don't have another room, Remus." "Yes. Yes you do. It might not be nice for you, but it's the most practical place to go." "Aw hell," Sirius said, scratching his head, his fingers pushing through the tangles on unruly hair sitting on his head. "You suck, Remus – you little -" Lupin cut him off with great laughter; "I think what you mean is," Lupin said, struggling to get the words out between his laughter, "'Gee, Remus, you sure are a genius!' You just can't admit I'm right." The conversation ended there, as Lupin disapparated between breaths. Once again, Sirius was left alone after a particularly trying conversation. He kicked his chair in some kind of futile effort to feel better. It didn't work – his foot hurt like hell though.
Author's Note: I'm aware that they should all be more upset about James and Lily, but that just all happened off, screen? Off paper? You know what I mean.