Author: Lexi Black
E-Mail: hermioneluvsharry@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, I tell you! Don't sue; I'm in high school, anyway, so I don't have anything interesting.
Summary: Sirius's thoughts on what happened in Godric's Hollow.
Rating: PG
A/N: I know this isn't exactly how it really happened, according to Sorcerer's Stone and Prisoner of Azkaban, but I have creative license. What I don't have is spell-check, so don't get all anal about my spelling. You're not my English teacher (at least, I hope not-no offense, Mrs. Hayes, if you're reading this).
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I looked at my watch. It was nearly nine P.M. Looking out the window, I saw that it was completely dark out. That made sense, it being Halloween. I sighed. Lily and James asked me to come over at about nine-thirty. But something seemed wrong. I decided not to wait any longer. I got on my motorcycle and took off, landing in Godric's Hollow in front of James and Lily's house. Or what was left of it, I noticed, turning around. Voldemort had found them. Why did I insist on them making Peter their Secret-Keeper instead of me? I will kill that rat, I thought to myself, as I entered the ruins of their house. In the living room, I found James, dead. Tears came to my eyes as I growled in anger. My best friend in the world, murdered. I searched the rest of the house, looking for Lily and Harry, praying they were alright. When I entered Harry's room, I found Lily. She was dead, also. I punched the wall in anger. In my rage, it took me a moment to realize I heard crying. Harry! He was still alive. I found him half-buried under some rubble. Lily's hand was still cluching his. I picked him up, and pulled some blankets from his crib, which I wrapped him in. Harry had a long, thin lightning-bolt shaped cut on his forehead, half-hidden by his black hair, that he had inherited from James. When he looked up at me with eyes the same bright green as Lily's, he stopped crying. I was extremely glad he was okay, but I was also confused. How could a fifteen-month old baby survive the Avada Kedavra curse, which had killed his parents, and every other witch or wizard that it had been used on? I decided to not think about it. I left the remains of the house, carrying Harry. Hagrid was outside.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Voldemort was here. Lily and James are dead." I replied. He flinched at the mention of Voldemort's name.
"Lily an' James are dead? Is Harry alrigh'?" he asked.
"He's fine. He has just a cut on his forehead." I answered.
"Dumbledore wants me ter bring him ter his aunt an' uncle's." he said.
"The Dursleys?" I said. I frowned. I had met them once, at Lily and James' wedding. They were Muggles, and hated magic in any way, shape and form. They were a very unpleasant lot. "No, I'll take him. I'm his godfather, and I swore to Lily and James that I'd cared for him if anything happened to them."
"Dumbledore says he's ter go ter his aunt an' uncle's house. I don' agree with it, either, But Dumbledore has his reasons. He says it's the best fer him." Hagrid said. I nodded, and handed Harry to him.
"Here. Take my bike. It'll get you there safely and quickly." I said.
"I'll bring it back ter yeh as soon as possible." Hagrid said, climbing on my bike. I watched as he took off and disappeared. Just before I Disapparated and left, I swore revenge on Peter.
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