Wolfstar That We All Wish Was Canon
James and Lily Potter. Dead. It was the worst day in history quite frankly, and the fact that James and Lily, James and Lily, were no longer seemed impossible to deal with and process. Their little Harry had unknowingly just defeated the most powerful dark wizard, but the sacrifices that came with it were unbearable for Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Just when life seemed to be going perfectly, so beautiful and wonderful, full of love and family, their world changed so dramatically. The two partners were now responsible for taking care of their godson, all while trying to cope with their grief. This was certainly going to be a challenge.
Remus woke up that morning, startled and anxious, at hearing the sound of Harry crying from his crib. He hadn't quite gotten used to the fact that there was a precious life he and his partner were now in charge of. Just as Remus had gotten up to go and find out what Harry was making a fuss over, the crying stopped. Remus went to go and investigate, and saw his sleepy husband cradling Harry. Sirius's hair was coming out of his iconic bun, and it seemed he had slept on the bed in the spare bedroom where they had quickly set up a crib for Harry. It had only been a week since James and Lily died, and a week since poor little Harry had been placed in their custody.
"Padfoot, sweetheart, how much sleep have you had?" Remus asked his husband with concern.
"Enough, I'm fine," he murmured whilst soothing Harry.
"Give him to me, I'll go and get him fed," Remus went to go and take Harry from Sirius, when suddenly Sirius jerked away from Remus.
"I-I'm sorry, but it's just, he looked at me and he looks so much like how James looked as a baby…" Sirius trailed off, looking at Harry and cooing at him. Remus stared at the two of them for a while, and with a sigh, left the room to go and prepare some food for the three of them. Sirius was having a hard time accepting what had happened. Remus was too, if he was going to be honest with himself.
Everything seemed like a blur that night, an awful nightmare. Sirius had made the hard decision of giving the responsibility of being secretkeeper to Peter in an attempt to confuse Voldemort, but Peter turned on the Potter's. Sirius had had a bad feeling afterwards, but him and Remus got to the house too late. There lay the bodies of their best friends, and the corpse of Voldemort, the completely empty corpse that lay too close to Lily's and too close to crying Harry. Sirius lost his mind and began sobbing uncontrollably. He went back downstairs and laid his head on James's chest in an attempt to hear his heart beat again, to hear his laugh, anything. Remus picked up Harry and tried to soothe him whilst staring at the carnage Voldemort had caused. His beautiful, fiery Lily, his best friend who was the only one that could keep up with him in a game of chess. What had Peter done.
This day was going to be fresh in everyone's minds today. The day of the funeral. Remus and Sirius left the organising of it to other members of the order. Molly and Arthur were kind enough to plan most of it for them. When the sudden responsibility of Harry was bestowed onto the two, they didn't know if they'd be able to plan their friend's funeral as well. Remus tried to get Harry into some nice clothes, but it was very difficult to get smart trousers onto a fussy one year old. Harry was kicking and crying, almost like he knew where they were going. Sirius got up off their bed and took him from Remus to help out. The three of them were out the door soon enough, on their way to a the Godric's Hollow graveyard to say their final goodbyes to the best people in their lives.
"Sirius, Sirius, wake up, love, wake up please," Remus was shaking Sirius who was tossing and turning. "Sirius, please wake up, you're having a nightmare." Sirius started to wake up, and with a gasp, sat up straight sobbing.
"Sweet thing, you're ok, everything is ok. You're safe, Harry's safe, I'm safe," Remus said this over and over, stroking his parnter's hair as he calmed down. Sirius began to breathe normally and rested his head on his husband's chest. Tears ran down Remus's face at the thought of everything. Seeing their friend's bodies lowered into the ground was the hardest thing he's ever had to go through. He was glad in that moment that Harry was too young to remember this all. The pair fell back to sleep shortly after, entangled together, a reminder they still had each other.