"And James? What happened, is you became a father." She said from the door with a smile before leaving the room.

He blinked after her, stunned, before he smiled and shook her head. When she was right, she was right.

Sirius sighed and looked down at the bundle in his arms as he hurried up the alley, making sure not to linger. Luckily his behavior didn't draw any attention. For the past several years nobody had been lingering anywhere, too busy trying to get their business done and return to the (doubtful) safety of their homes. Nobody would look twice at somebody else doing the same thing they were doing.

He frowned when he heard excited talking, and the Potter's mentioned. Did word already get out? But who could have told anybody? It had barely been an hour since it happened... the only person he'd seen since then was Hagrid, but he was supposed to have gone straight to Dumbledore. He hadn't told Hagrid anything about what he suspected to have happened, either.

He shook his head and forced himself to not think about it, instead focused on following James' orders.

"Sirius, listen to me." James sat him down at the kitchen table while Lily took Harry upstairs for his nap. "If anything happens, listen! If anything happens to us, take Harry straight to the bank. Don't go anywhere else, don't give Harry to anybody else, take him straight to the bank." James said, looking serious enough that Sirius couldn't help but agree.

"Alright, but... nothing's going to happen. Ok? You two are going to be fine." Nobody in that kitchen knew who he was trying to reassure.

"Well, I'm certainly not going anywhere without a fight, that's for sure." James quirked a grin. "But we've made arrangements, anyway. Just in case." He glanced up at the ceiling, where Harry's nursery was. "You didn't see the way Albus was eyeing Harry. Or Neville for that matter." He shook his head and knocked back the glass in front of him.

Sirius wanted to protest, wanted to say that Albus would never hurt either boy, but the look in his eyes made him pause. "Alright. Take Harry, go straight to Gringotts. I can do that." He nodded once and clapped a hand on his best friends shoulder, and felt the tension melt away at his agreement. James was really worried about this, wasn't he?

Sure enough, moments after his arrival at his brother's ruined home, Hagrid showed up, demanding Harry.

He'd almost handed the child over, too, until he remembered the look on James face when he made him promise. It took nearly fifteen minutes of arguing with the half-giant, and multiple threats with his wand, to get the man to leave without Harry. More then once in the conversation, he'd threatened to call the Auror's for attempted kidnapping. After all, with James and Lily... gone, that made him Harry's legal guardian, right? And he did not appreciate the half-giants attempts to remove his godson from his care, not even for him to be taken to Dumbledore, who he'd also grown wary of after that conversation with James. It took a bit, but he'd eventually seen the same thing that James, Lily, Frank, and Alice had when Albus Dumbledore looked at Harry and Neville.

That kind of calculation had no business being directed at babies.

He wanted so badly to chase after Peter, but he had to get Harry to safety. Harry was his first priority.

He almost sagged in relief when he stepped foot on the front steps, as he was now officially in Goblin territory. There was nothing anybody could do anymore to take his godson from him, not as long as he was in the Nation.

"Excuse me, Sirius Black and Harry Potter to see the Potter account manager?" He said to the closest teller, holding Harry out from his chest for the Goblin's brief inspection. He'd been told to go straight to the bank with the boy, so he had to assume that Lily and James had made arrangements with the Goblins for just this situation.

The Goblin looked the child over and frowned. The fact that the boy was with his godfather was not a good sign, nor was the fresh cut on his forehead. Clearly somebody had tried to heal it, but it was still raw and angry looking, not to mention it oozed dark magic. He nodded once and summoned a runner to take them to Sharpaxe. For good measure he requested a Healer be sent to the office as well to look the child over.

"Follow me." The runner said simply before leading them away. When they arrived, he noticed that the wizard seemed preoccupied, but didn't let that bother him, knocking and opening the door when bid before going to get that Healer.

"Enter!" Sirius looked up, startled. He'd been so lost in thought he hadn't even realized they'd arrived at Sharpaxe's office, but he went in when the door was opened, and bowed briefly, as low as he could with a child in his arms.

"Manager Sharpaxe." He said.

"Sirius Black. I was hoping to never see the two of you in my office." Sharpaxe said, sighing as he realized what must have happened. "Come, sit before you fall." He pointed to the chair in front of his desk and watched as the young wizard collapsed into it.

Sirius was quiet for a moment. "I don't know what kind of arrangements James made. I just know that he told me to bring Harry straight here." He confessed.

Sharpaxe nodded slowly. "Understandable." He said simply. He watched Sirius for a moment. "It might interest you to know, Albus Dumbledore has already been here." Sirius looked at him in surprise.

"What?"

Sharpaxe nodded. "James was magically declared dead at 10:06 PM. Lily at 10:15. Albus Dumbledore was in here, attempting to claim custody of their son and attempting to seal their Wills at 10:25 PM." Sirius stared at him in shock. He hadn't gotten to the house until roughly 10:30, the Headmaster had already been trying to get his godson?

"What? But... I don't understand." Why would he do that? If he knew they were being attacked, then why did he wait until after they were dead? And why attempt to seal their Wills and claim custody before their bodies were even cool? Then again... how had Hagrid known to be there? How had he known to send Hagrid?

"I understand that James and Lily had some... concerns, about Albus Dumbledore having part in their son's life." Sharpaxe said carefully as he rifled through the parchment on his desk. He knew that James and Lily were dead because Magic wrote their death certificates, and they appeared on his desk as their account manager. It was intricate Goblin blood magic, something that they never told Wizards they could do. All wizards knew was that it happened, the lazy humans never even bothered to question it. As soon as they appeared, he'd gone to the vaults to retrieve their Wills', and waited for Sirius Black to arrive with the young Heir.

Knock, knock.

"Enter!" Sharpaxe called after a moment of surprise.

"I've been told I was needed?" Healer Narg said, pushing into the office with all the impunity of a Healer who was used to getting their way.

Sharpaxe snorted and pointed at the child still sleeping in his godfather's arms. "Ah." The Healer murmured, and had to coax the child out of his godfather's arms (the man didn't want to let go) so he could take a proper look. He didn't leave the room with the boy, he had a feeling that the human wouldn't be able to handle that.

"Well?" Sirius asked after what he deemed to be an acceptable amount of time for the Healer to look at his godson properly.

Narg shot him an annoyed look, but answered, anyway. "Aside from the cut on his forehead, he's perfectly healthy. There are no other injuries. I am concerned, however, by this curse residue in this cut. I would like to have a Curse-Breaker take a look." He said, and eyed the human. It was his experience that parents (or guardians in general) did not handle it well when a Healer said that they wanted another opinion. Logically, they knew that a Healer could not be good at everything, and sometimes another eye was needed, but when their child was hurt, they just wanted to know what was wrong with them, and for it to be fixed. They didn't want to hear that the person they were trusting to look after their child didn't know what was wrong.

Sirius' eyes shot towards Harry, landing on the cut that was still there, and swallowed hard while trying to calm himself down. All he wanted to do right now was curl up and sob like a baby. His best friend and his wife had just been killed, his godson orphaned, and now he was being told that there was dark magic residue in his godson's head?

Sharpaxe was watching Sirius, and noticed that the human was looking overwhelmed with everything tonight, so he decided to step in and take charge. Pressing the rune on the underside of his desk, he spoke up. "I'll call a Curse-Breaker down here, in the meantime would you like a cup of tea, Sirius? Or perhaps something stronger?" He asked the human softly, treating him as if he were a scared child that he was trying to coax out from under the bed after hiding underneath. "And perhaps the two of you could stay here at Gringotts tonight" He didn't think it would be best to let the human leave here with the child. No, best let him mourn for a bit in a safe place, and where somebody else could keep an eye on both him and the child. He knew how close he was to James Potter. This would be hitting him hard in a few hours, it was starting to hit him now.

He'd probably kept himself going up till now with James' request to get Harry to Gringotts. Now that Harry was safe at Gringotts...

"What? Stay? Yeah, yeah that sounds good." Sirius agreed absently, running a hand through his hair roughly.

Narg looked at Sharpaxe in concern and laid a Calming Draught on the desk in front of him while he turned to prepare the tea, he considered it, he really did. But he felt that it would be best to let the man start to grieve instead of locking those emotions away in a false calm. In the meantime, he would take care of everything.

The Curse-Breaker had come and gone, successfully removing the soul-piece from the little one's forehead. They would study it and determine if it was the only one, and destroy any others they might find. He'd said that it was lucky the child was so young, and that the soul-piece was so recently placed there, or it would have been far more difficult to remove it, with much more pain involved for the child. As it was, the child only squirmed a little in discomfort, but he never woke up from the sleep his godfather's safe presence had lulled him into not long after leaving the home he once shared with his parents.

The two humans were now set up in one of the rooms set aside near the ritual rooms for clients to rest after undergoing a strenuous ritual. They were layered with monitoring wards so the Healers could keep an eye on those clients, but for tonight it was perfect for the grieving godfather and the young child he was suddenly in charge of.

Sirius himself had been examined by Narg, but it was determined to be grief and a mild case of shock. Nothing a good night's sleep, some food, and time wouldn't cure. Official notices for the will reading of James and Lily Potter had been sent out, and guardianship of Harrison James Potter had officially been transferred to his godfather, Sirius Orion Black. The notice had already been sent to the Lord Black, who needed to be kept informed when one of his House took on guardianship duties, especially to a child from outside the House.

Sharpaxe was just sitting back, allowing himself his own moment to mourn for his friends, when there was another knock on his door. He growled. "What?"

"Sir, there's a Ministry wizard here. He's insisting that we freeze Sirius Black's accounts for treason and kidnapping of the Boy-Who-Lived." A teller poked his head around the corner, he hadn't even bothered with a runner this time, he'd come personally. Technically, since it was Sirius Black's accounts they wanted frozen, he should have gone to Grinder, but Sharpaxe was the one that the young Black had asked to see, so that was who he chose to deal with.

"The 'Boy-Who-Lived'? What?" What was this goblin going on about? What else was a boy supposed to do but live?

"That's what they're apparently calling the young Potter Heir." Word apparently spread fast that Harry Potter survived an attack on his home by Voldemort, and all that was found of Voldemort was a pile of robes and ashes. How anybody equated that to the mad-man being dead was beyond him, as was the conclusion they'd obviously drawn that a fifteen month old had anything to do with it.

"Kidnapping? Sirius Black is the boy's legal and Magical Guardian." Sharpaxe stared at the goblin for a moment, completely bewildered. "You remind him that an account cannot be frozen without an official conviction notice and trial transcripts. And it's not kidnapping when the man is the boy's godfather and guardian." He shook his head.

"Yes, sir." He nodded and disappeared, back to the floor, where he watched in distaste as the wizard tried to bluster and bully his way into getting what he wanted. He took great pleasure in asking the guards to remove the annoyance. Sadly, he had a feeling this was not the last he would be seeing of that man tonight, or this week at least.

In the meantime, Sharpaxe rubbed his forehead, already feeling a headache coming on. The wizards had moved fast, he was going to have to try to get ahead of the press, try and keep a lid on this. The boy was never going to be allowed a normal life with the idiots idolizing him like that. He was also going to have to figure out where they got treason from, and clear Sirius Black's name. With a sigh, he pressed the rune to call for a runner, sending him to collect Grinder.

"You called?" Grinder asked, amused as he wandered into his office without knocking.

Sharpaxe glared slightly, but didn't mention it. "The Wizards are trying to convict Sirius Black of treason and kidnapping his godson. They've already been here trying to freeze his accounts. There's been no trial, he's been here the whole time, he and the child are currently in the rooms for ritual clients." He explained quickly.

"Ah, is that what that was?" Grinder wondered out loud. "There was an incident on the Teller floor, a Ministry official had to be kicked out by security." He explained.

"That was probably him. Documents have been filed, notices for the Will-reading have gone out, and I've already sent an official notice to Lord Black about his Heir's new guardian status. He can't kidnap his own charge." He grumbled.

"It was probably Dumbledore's doing." Grinder pointed out. "Wasn't he in here not ten minutes after the Potter's died, trying to claim and seal everything away, including custody of the child?"

"I know. He probably went straight to the Ministry when Hagrid returned without the child, and started issuing orders for Sirius' arrest." He sighed.

"I will contact the Black family lawyers, and Lord Black, alert them to the new situation." Grinder nodded. They had to get on top of this before it became public and the people turned into a lynch mob out for Sirius Black's blood. "We will handle the legalities."

"And I will get in touch with the Potter family lawyers, to handle the media surrounding the young Heir." Sharpaxe nodded. "Hmm... I think I will send some Curse-Breakers to the house in Godric's Hollow, as well, to check the wards." He muttered. He found it highly suspicious that Albus Dumbledore was in his office less then ten minutes after the Potters died, and how he seemed so sure that young Harry had survived when he hadn't even gone out to see for himself. For that matter, why did neither Lily or James use their emergency Port-keys? They would have deposited right here, in this office.

"Very well." Grinder nodded, and left. They both had work to do.