Prologue
As Sirius Black was dragged away, his only thought was that Remus would take care of the two most important things in his life. His daughter and his godson. His Arabella Lily and his Harry James. He was going to survive for them. He was get that rat for them. He would do it if it was the last thing on earth he did.
Miles away a man who looked too old for his age was rocking a little crying girl to sleep, his own tears running down his cheeks. Though their tears were for different reasons, it felt good to know he wasn't the only one crying at the moment. The man was morning 3 of his best friends who had been murdered just hours before and morning the person that he thought of as a brother and who he really was. The wolf inside him, who his friends had jokingly called Mooney but had stuck, howling for his pack that his was never going to see again.
In a little town called Little Whinging, an old man was setting a baby boy with messy black hair and brilliant emerald-green eyes. But they were not his most sticking feature, which was the lightning bold scar on his forehead. This scar he had previously gained the day before when his family was attacked by a man with a thirst for power.
