Hiya~
so I'm writing another story it was one that popped into my head one night before I was going to bed and then wouldn't leave me alone until I had written it down.
I hope you enjoy it. I don't think this story had been done...at least not any I have seen...
Also don't own Harry Potter! J.K. Rowling does!
Laughter, a vivid light, and someone calling his name in despair that was the last thing he remembered.
Grey-blue eyes opened to blackness and a floating would have groaned if he could, but his body and voice didn't respond.
Well...he fucked up...again...
He should have known better; been more focused and serious; He was fighting his psycho cousin for Merlin's sake!
But the adrenaline had gotten to him...and Harry! Oh Harry looks so much like James it hurt.
His mind had gotten pulled into a better time; a time before his world started to crumble. Back to a time when his best friend was alive and the two of them were fighting together.
Bitterness, sorrow, and regret bloomed n his chest.
He was such a failure...
As a Son...a man's disapproving eyes similar to his own flashed in his minds eye.
Brother...a thinner mini vision of himself looked at him with hurt and slight betrayal
Friend... young Remus looking hurt at them not trusting him and of James and Lily's lifeless bodies
Godfather...Harry forced to live with those horrid people unloved and unwanted.
...Hell he probably would have been a failure as a husband and actual father too...
If only he could start over that was one of the wistful thoughts that crossed his mind as he continued to float in the endless dark void.
Suddenly the numbness started to fade and warmth started to spread from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. The blackness started to lighten to a gray, than to a blinding white that forced him to close his eyes.
Opening his eyes once more he glanced around and noticed the house of his dead best friend in ruins, and his motorcycle next to him.
How had this happen? How was he back? He walked over to the house slowly his heart beating faster.
He walked to the front door,or what was left of it, to see Hagrid holding onto baby Harry tears pouring down the gentle giants face.
The giant of a man looked up as the doorway creaked sorrow shining brightly in his eyes.
"Sirius..." was all he said.
Sirius closed his eyes that were stinging with tears.
"Hagrid...I need Harry...I need to get him some where safe." Sirius chocked out.
Even if he had seen this once before it still hurt so much.
"I can't do that Dumbledore said to send em to Lilly's sister. That it would protect him best."
Sirius's hand switched wanting to grab Harry and run...
He vaguely remembered France was nice this time of the year...But no; He was going to do this right this time.
"Take my bike then. It will get you there quicker." Sirius offered.
Hagrid gave him an odd look for not putting up more of a fight, but chalked it up to grief.
Sirius waited to hear the roar of the flying motorcycle before looking over the ruins of the house one last time and turned to leave.
This time would be different! He would make sure of it!
SO what did ya think? I know it was pretty short so sorry about that.
Well see ya next time~