Disclaimer: Me not own this.

The night the Potter's died, everyone could feel it. There was something in the air, like a wave or a harsh wind. Everyone described it differently later. James's closest friend, however, took the blow the hardest. These are their thoughts about the matter at first.

Sirius:

While I was walking,

I felt a breeze.

Head started talking,

Fell to my knees.

Remus:

Last night I woke up.

Something had changed.

Started to choke up,

Thought it was strange.

Peter:

I started thinking

I'd done it wrong.

I started blinking

Back tears for Prongs.

Sirius/Remus/Peter:

What is happening to me?

Sirius:

I think this is wrong!

It can't be real!

Prongs cannot be gone,

But that's what I feel.

Remus:

Cried for the first time

In, I guess, years.

Padfoot did the crime!

Can't stop these tears.

Peter:

Guess I should go now,

It's leave or die.

I'll make it somehow.

I will get by!

A/N:

All right, maybe there should be more to this than the poem, but that's all I thought really worked here. I'm planning to keep going with everyone's thoughts that night. R/R.