It was the dead if the night; the house was blown to bits. Two babies lay crying in the debris. A lone figure walks through what is left of the house. Past the father, who tried to hold him off, past the mother who would not get out of the way, to the crib holding two babies. The figure stops in front of the crib. The two babies, one with green eyes and black hair and the other with brown eyes and red hair, sit crying next to each other. The figure slowly reaches out its hand, not towards the baby with the new lighting shaped scar, but to his sister. Where the boy had a scar on his forehead his sister had an identical one on her left forearm.
As the figure gently picks up the baby girl, the babies scream louder, not wanting to be apart. The figure wraps the baby in a black blanket as a rumble can be heard from outside. The figure pays no attention as it turns its attention to the small baby boy in the crib screaming for his sister. The figure reaches out its hand again and gently traces the lighting bolt on the baby's forward.
"Who's there?" Sirius Black yells from the entrance of the wrecked house. Before Sirius can come too close, the figure, with a faint pop, disappears. The baby boy is left shrieking with terror.
Sirius enters the room and takes a moment to calm down before going to the crib. He does a double take as he sees only the boy crying in the crib. He rushes forward and shoves the blankets around. "No, no, no no no no. No it can't be." Blood is all that he can find in the crib. A shout can be heard from downstairs. "I'm up here!" Sirius voice cracks, emotions starting to take over.
Heavy footsteps approach as Sirius lets out an awful cry. "Sirius, you alright? I know it's hard on me too, Lily and James and all," Hagrid says sadly, trying to quickly dab the tears flowing from his eyes.
"She's gone Hagrid, he must have killed her," Sirius whispers.
Hagrid freezes, "Whadda ya mean they took her, who took her? What are you talking about?"
"I came, as soon as I heard the news, I came and I swore I heard someone up here, but it was just Harry. Hagrid only Harry is here. She is gone! Rose is gone!"
"What do you mean gone? There was no reason too!"
"Dumbledore needs to know, Someone needs to tell Dumbledore. He swore she would be safe no matter what!"
"That's where I am goin' now. He asked me ter bring Harry."
"Harry? But he is my godson, I will take him."
"No can do, Sirius. Dumbledore's orders."
"Take my motorcycle."
"No, I can't."
"No I have no use for it now, please take it," Sirius starts crying. "Oh James, Lily. Rose."
Hagrid goes over to Sirius and gives him a pat on the back, nearly knocking him over. "The only thing ter do is get 'Arry to Dumbledore. I will tell him."
Sirius nods and turns to put Harry in Hagrid's arms and strokes his hair, "Be safe with him Hagrid."
"You know I will." Hagrid heads to the motorcycle. Sirius watches as Hagrid starts the motorcycle and drives it off into the night. Sirius waits until he can no longer see the motorcycle and then waits some more.
Sirius then turns and walks down the street, with a turn and faint pop he was gone.
Hagrid flies the sleeping baby to Number 4 Privet Drive where he would grow up thinking he was alone, yet somehow knowing that something was missing. With a heavy heart he tells Dumbledore the tragic news of the little girl. The stern lady, McGongall, takes a few minutes to calm, before she can form a coherent sentence.
"She was suppose to be the safest one of them all, how could this happen?"
Dumbledore seems lost in thought. He takes out a letter and opens it, waving his wand over it, changing some of the texts. "We may never know what went down in Godric's Hallow tonight. But we do know Harry must continue on his own."
"Won't anyone tell him of his sister?" asks McGonagall.
"That will be up to his aunt and uncle. They will raise him as they see fit."
"But these are horrible people. There won't be a child who doesn't know his name."
"And he must grow up away from all that. He has survived an ordeal tonight, it is time for him to rest."
Dumbledore places Harry and a letter addressed to a Mrs. V Dursley, next to him. The small group takes one last look before slowly leaving one by one.
On the other side of the country a figure in black knocked on the door of a mansion. A man opened the door, "You have her?" The figure hands over a sleeping baby.
"Someone was there and saw me take her. But it does not matter; I was gone before they could follow. They will not trace her back here."
"Good. It is a dark night, at least there is one victory."
"You'll have to disguise her."
"We already thought of that. We have worked hard to conceal her, no one will ever know that she is here."