Okay wow, I see that it's been like five years since I've made an appearance with a new story. For that, I shall use the most commonly expressed excuse of "Real life got in the way." But now I'm back with a lot of muse…hopefully. Read and review! ^^
P.S. For convenience/plot of the story, Sirius was never framed for the Potters' murders.
DISCLAIMER! Everything you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling.
PROLOGUE
It was meant to have been like any other night. He had planned to meet with Moony for a couple of drinks, hit on the cute bartender and wake up in her bed the next morning. That was the plan. Usually, it worked that way.
But on the night of October 31st 1981, fate had something else in store for the young wizards.
None of them could have seen this coming. In fact, they had even joked amongst themselves endlessly about how Sirius would be the first to go, thanks to his reckless behaviour. Like it was something inevitable. Yet here they were at Godric's Hollow, mourning the loss of their fellow Marauder and his wife. That was never part of the plan.
He couldn't even hold Harry in his arms without experiencing an ache in his heart. As always, Remus understood, especially since he was going through the same thing. So while Sirius devastatingly stared at his best friend's corpse, he heard Remus murmur words of reassurance to the Potter baby. But only he could notice the crack in the werewolf's voice.
"It's all going to be alright, Harry."
However, not even the owner of the voice was entirely certain about that statement.