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A pup in the making...

Sirius' pov

October 31st. The night my world came crashing down around me... The night the potters died. I stood in front of the house as it collapsed at my feet praying that Lilly and James will emerge clutching Harry, shaken but alive. But I knew in the back of my mind that they were gone. I knew once Voldemort uttered the spell no one survived. And now they were dead. Little Harry (or pup as Sirius called him) murdered by a heartless psychopath that wants to control the world thinking a baby could stop his best friend and his wife perished at the hands of murderer and all because of...of..

" .Rat!" He spat through gritted teeth "I'm gonna kill him!" I roared the last bit into the night his mourning overcome with rage. Peter Pedigrew. He was there secret keeper. He must have told the dark lord where to find them. He was the reason they are dead. But then the rage was washed with guilt. HE was the one who made James and Lily swap the secret keeper to Wormtail. HE trusted peter more than he did himself. HE was the reason they were dead. Sirius fell to the ground sobbing, wishing the night would swallow his last breath so he could join his best friends and god son in dea...

"Waaaaa" a terrified cry shaped him out of his suicidal thoughts.

"Harry!" Sirius breathed climbing to his feet and stumbling up to the house "don't worry pup uncle padfoot's coming..."

But there was a large figure holding a bundle of blankets blocking the entrance.

"Hagrid, wh...where's Harry?" A tiny whimper answered his question. Looking at the bundle of blankets Sirius could see a tiny tuff of raven hair poking out. At closer observations he could make out Harry's tear stained face and emerald green eyes under the moonlight.

"Sirius." Said Hagrid his voice laced with grieving and sorrow; "I'm so sorry.. Lily and James... We was too late."

Sirius never replied but reached into the bundle to stroke Harry's cheek reassuringly. Harry's tiny frame instantly relaxed nuzzling against Sirius' hand.

"Give him to me Hagrid" Sirius stated not taking his eyes off his godson

"I'm sorry... I can't... Dumbledores orders" he replied tightening his grip on Harry

"I'm his godfather Hagrid! Please.. give him to me" pleaded Sirius stepping back holding out his arms in order to hold the child

"I know!...I know..." Hagrid sighed "but like I said Dumbledores orders.."

"Please Hagrid!" Sirius begged searching his eyes for answers "please?"

"I wish...I wish I could. I don't know where this little tyke is gonna' end up.." Said Hagrid looking down to harry "so please stop askin' I have to get him to Dumbledore"

Hagrid walked past Sirius and before he could control his emotions Sirius was on the floor in another fit of sobs. Now he won't even see his own godson grow up. Before he knew it Hagrid pulled Sirius into a bone crushing hug.

" I'm sorry.." He whispered pulling him in closer

"Can...can... I hold him one last time... Please... Just quickly" he pleaded pulling from the hug to look Hagrid in the eyes.

"Go on then" said Hagrid handing over the bundle of blankets " but only quickly mind I have to get him to Dumbledore"

Sirius pulled harry close nestling his nose into his mop of raven hair inhaling the sent of clean cloths and chocolate frogs (Harry's favourite treat). Harry pulled back looking at Sirius though tired eyes.

"Pa'foot? Mama! Dada!" Harry sniffled burring his head into Sirius' chest

"I know pup" he said squeezing his tiny frame "now you listen to me. I love you and I will try and look after you but you have to go with Hagrid. I don't want to let you go but I have to"

Harry cried out at this statement taring his heart into tiny pieces. Not wanting to do anything drastic Sirius tried to hand harry back to Hagrid but harry grabbed Sirius' robes and pulled himself back.

"Listen pup don't make this any harder than it is" he told harry planting one final kiss on Harry's head " I love you"

Once Hagrid had harry safely back in his arms Sirius turned to Hagrid and said; "Take my bike" gesturing to his flying motorbike "I've got no use for it anymore"

"Thank you" said Hagrid mounting the bike and revving it into gear "take care of yourself Black"

The last thing that Sirius heard before the bike sped off into the moonlight was Harry's tiny cry of "pa'foot!"

Sirius slowly walked away from the scene letting a lone tear slip down his face.

One last thought rushed through sirius' mind 'that rat will die'

A/N - another chapter will be posted shortly!