Halloween Night

"Lily, take the children and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off -"

"Not my children! Not the children! Please - I'll do anything-"

"Stand aside, you silly girl… stand aside! Now!"

"Not them, please no, take me, kill me instead... Please… have mercy… have mercy…"

"Stupid! Avada Kedavra!"

With a long scream, Hue's silver eyes filled with tears. Another green light flashed, Harry waved his hands and started crying. The cold wind of the night pierced through the walls, freezing the two babies' skins into a blue shade.

"Bang!" After an explosion, a uproaring voice echoed in the wind, like a wounded dog.

"Oh, James-Lily-Harry-Hue-"

The mournful voice called for the Potters incessantly, along with the dull sound of heavy stuff being tossed aside.

"Oh, no, James! Lily! No-"

Harry suddenly let out a small sob, but it sounded more like a hiccup after crying for too long."

The curtains were raised, Hue saw a fluffy, hairy face with its long messy hairs all tangled together with his beard, almost covering his entire face. Only his black eyes proved that it is a face rather than a yarn ball or a pygmy puff or something like that.

The fluffy giant let out another deafening mourn.

"Oh Merlin, what did I see? You two are alive! Thank Merlin! … Oh, James and Lily … poor baby…"

The giant mourned, drops of tears fell onto Harry and Hue's faces. Harry started crying as the cold wind blew. He lifted the cabinet, which was leaning on the bed, and embraced the two babies, wrapped them with a blanket from somewhere. Then he pulled out a pink umbrella from nowhere.

Then a huge motorcycle landed on the field next to the giant.

"Hagrid, James, and Lily…" The man who stepped down of the motorcycle was young and handsome, but his face was pale like a piece of paper. Seeing the two dead bodies placed aside by Hagrid, he tried to walk there but almost fell to the ground.

At this time, Harry's cry sounded extra clear.

The man turned his head slowly; that pair of hopeless eyes finally shone like stars.

"Hagrid, Harry and He…"

"Don't worry, Sirius." Hagrid sniffled loudly, "The children are still alive, but Harry has a small scar on his forehead. Looks like You-Know-Who tried to hurt him, but ended up killing himself."

"Then, Hagrid, give the children to me. I will take good care of them." Sirius walked toward Hagrid slowly, looked at breath-losing Harry and Hue who let out quietly sobs.

"Probably not, Sirius." Hagrid held Harry and Hue with one arm and tried to cover the children better with the other. "I have to take them to Dumbledore."

"I am their godfather, Hagrid!" Sirius stepped up angrily, "James and Lily already… no one is more suitable to raise them other than me."

"But Dumbledore told me to bring the children to him, Sirius. We should listen to him." Hagrid said, tightening his grip on his umbrella.

After a moment of silence, Sirius softened his voice, "No need to be this tensed, Hagrid. If Dumbledore said that, then you can take my motorcycle. But you need to give me Hue, he still needs to be at St. Mungo tomorrow."

Hagrid hesitated, "But Dumbledore said…"

"No matter what Dumbledore said, we shouldn't delay the timing for Hue to take his potion, Hagrid." Sirius said calmly, "we all know the consequence if that is delayed. If Dumbledore wants to find Hue, he can go to St. Mungo."

"... Alright. But what are you gonna do if you give your motorcycle to me?"

"It's fine, I can use the muggles' transportations. Now Harry is in more danger, Hagrid, you have to give Harry to Dumbledore as soon as possible. I'm not trusting you THAT much"

"... Okay. Be careful."

"Hue, wait for me for a small while, I will be right back." Sirius kissed Hue's small watery face. He pulled away Hue's hands that gripped his collars tightly, held his wand like holding a knife, and walked quickly toward a short man. Hatred and frenzy flooded his eyes that he completely ignored Hue's weak cries like a newborn kitten.

Don't go.

You won't be able to kill him but be framed by him. You will lose the only chance to defend yourself.

You will become a traitor and a murderer. You will be arrested into Azkaban.

The dementors will suck away all of your happiness and consciousness. Even if you escape eleven years later, you won't be able to walk under the sunshine again.

You will suffer eleven years that are worse than death, and die like rats after hiding for two years.

Don't go...

Don't go…