Author's Note: Hello all! This is my first story in probably 5 years. I'd like to think this Harry Potter fanfiction of mine will go better than the first (I was such an amateur back when I was 11). Of course, J.K. Rowling gets full credit for every Harry Potter character in this story (minus my own OCs) and for the format of the Hogwarts acceptance letter. I really hope you all would enjoy to revisit the magic of Hogwarts in this year 1 Story! Happy reading! -NoxWolf :)
The house was eerily quiet. Not a creature stirred or dared to breathe within the halls. A giant man with a bushy beard brought a handkerchief to his eyes as he spotted a limp body on the living room floor-James. His body was draped across the rug, shielding what appeared to be a small bundle. The giant's heart sunk as he saw no movement from the little child. Wordlessly, he crept up the staircase into what could only be the nursery.
The nursery consisted of two cribs-only one of which was occupied-and little children toys. As he took in the damage, Lily Potter's lifeless form was sprawled in front of the occupied crib. The giant, Hagrid, did his best to hold back the sobs that were already beginning in his throat. He looked down at the child whose named was already famous among wizards across the country. Blinking back tears, Hagrid gently wrapped the little boy in the blue blanket that was in his bed. The little boy's brilliant green eyes stared up at Hagrid with gentle curiosity. A lightning-bolt scar graced the space above his right eyebrow.
"It's a surprise to see you here, Hagrid." The giant jumped and spun around. Standing in the doorway was a tall, handsome young man with shoulder-length black hair and blazing blue eyes.
"Sirius, did yeh see? 's awful!" Hagrid wailed, finally breaking down. His shoulders shook as tears trickled from his eyes and disappeared into his shaggy black beard.
"I came here as soon as I could." Sirius murmured mournfully, his eyes now resting on the crib with the boy. "In one night the child lost his family."
"D'yeh think he was quick with the girl's death?" Hagrid nodded not to the body of Lily Evans, but towards the staircase where downstairs father and daughter lied inches apart.
"He didn't care about James or Lily or Emma. He only cared for Harry." Sirius's voice held a sad tone.
Sirius suddenly strode across the room and stood over Harry. "I should take him."
"What?"
"Harry should come live with me. They named me his godfather, after all. And since his father is dead, well, I made a promise." There was no doubt that the young man was devastated. He reached into the crib and carefully picked up the boy.
"I-Sirius, yeh can't do that. Dumbledore sen' me on orders…" Hagrid's voice trailed off as he stuffed his handkerchief back into his coat pocket.
"What does Dumbledore plan on doing with him? He's my godson, Hagrid, it's my responsibility." Sirius cradled Harry in a protective manner as he bore his gaze onto the giant man.
"He plans on sendin' him to his Aunt Petunia's. Says it's important he goes." Sirius now looked into Harry's eyes. He has his mother's eyes.
"If Dumbledore said…oh, alright. But take my motorcycle, it's fast." Sirius reluctantly handed Harry over to Hagrid. He squeezed the child's hand and bit his lip, not wanting to cry in front of Hagrid. With a quick motion, he handed the keys over to Hagrid. "Take good care of him."
"E'll be safe, not ter worry." Hagrid carefully accepted the keys. "Yeh're a good friend Sirius. James would 'ave wanted you ter have Harry." He added as a comforting message. Sirius only managed to give a broken smile.
When Hagrid had safely placed Harry on the motorcycle and flew off into the night, Sirius made his way downstairs. The Ministry of Magic would be after him soon. He did not stop to look at his best friend's dead body, or his best friend's daughter's dead body. Sirius only stopped once, hand lingering on the door, when he thought he heard a faint moan. But when he didn't hear it again, he shook his head and was off.
By the time Remus Lupin arrived at Godric's Hollow, the house was empty. The thin man bowed his head in grievance, until something caught his attention. A soft little cry. He strained his ears, eyes darting around the room. James laid there motionless, but barely four inches next to him a little arm moved. Shocked, Remus scrambled over to where the little bundle was moving. With great care the man picked up the girl. Emma. Her dark gray eyes were full of child fear as she looked up into Remus's face. The man in return stared at his goddaughter, tears of relief now mingling with sorrow. So it wasn't just the boy who lived.