Prolog NO. SIRIUS TROUBLE&

Rain fell hard onto smoking pieces of wood and brick, which had been charred to blackened soot from an obvious fire.

Above, seen through the hazy veil of clouds that were hanging, lazily, out in the night sky, moving across it, stopping its rays for very few minutes was the full moon shining harder than ever.

Mist drifted slightly above the dirt road, and people made their way cautiously over to the rubble that was once a house.

A sudden noise caught their attention, and they looked up and down the street to see what was coming. Seeing nothing, they looked up in time to see a huge motorcycle crash down in front of them, causing frightened screams and shouts to erupt from the people as the turned and ran back to their homes.

Sirius Black jumped off the motorcycle easily, landing on the ground. He was stoutly built, with shoulder length, pitch black hair, and dark blue eyes that were widened with horror and despair as they took in the frightening sight before them.

Taking a few steps forward, he mouthed wordlessly, before a choked sob erupted form his throat, and he blindly ran forward, stumbling over scattered pieces of rubble.

"James, Lilly!" he shouted in desperation as he dug though some rubble just beyond where the entryway would have been.

After a frenzy of desperate searching, he fell to the ground sobbing, his heart ached; his shoulders sagged with the weight of a great loss, and he let out a howl of anger.

But it all stopped.

Looking up with his cloudy eyes full of pain, his moist cheeks red, his ears perked for any noise that he thought, if might not of imagined, he heard. Their, to his left, came the sound again.

He slowly climbed to his legs that felt oddly like lead, his arms dangling limply by his sides, tears still streaking down his face as he took on a look of hope.

Silence filled the air, only filling his heart with dread. Giving up hope after about two minutes, he sighed, coughing as another bout of sobs came and his heart clenched painfully.

As he turned, he fell, causing several other things to fall, revealing a hand. Tanned and large, with a ring on one finger, was the hand of James Potter. With a strangled cry, he lashed out, and pulled at it, causing the body of his dead friend to come up. Eyes halfway open, unseeing and not living, his messy hair tainted with dust from the rubble, mouth open a curse right on the edge of his lips, was James Potter. Sirius gazed with blank shock, his heart once again clenching tightly, as he looked toward the body.

Slowly, he buried his face in the crock of the cold neck, and cried in pain. No longer would he be able to go about the halls of Hogwarts with his three friends, no longer would he be able to play pranks, no longer would his life be the same, nor his other friends-wait. "Friend my ass," he growled, his face coming out of James' cloak, revealing a now gray tinged face from the dirt, blotched with tears, his eyes cloudy, but no tears escaping, and hair more a mess. "Peter you will pay," his lips trembled as he put the body down, and clutched his hands together,"DO YOU HEAR ME!" he shouted, the rain pouring down on him like tears from the elves themselves, "DO YOU HEAR ME YOU BASTARD! I WILL FIND YOU!" his yells and shouts became mere whispers and sobs, as he lowered himself from his now standing position.

A cry once again erupted behind him. He looked back. Again, another shriek went into the night sky. Not waiting to hear for another, he headed toward the wails falling and tripping, until falling onto something cold, and slightly squishy.

Lifting his face, he looked down in horror, his breathing coming out in mere gasps. Their, chalk white hair spread out, and hers pointer seeming, was Lilly Evens Potter. He backed away, staring at the lifeless green eyes, until falling backward over a stub of wood. Another persistent cry came.

He ignored it. Sitting there, comprehending this, he just gasped deeply, trying to stop his head from its constant spinning, and get a hold of himself.

"The girl," he swung his head around seeing a cloaked figure, "You must get the girl." His voice was calm and soothing, a lot like Lilly's was-that is, when she wasn't yelling at you.

"W..wha?" he said, trying to climb clumsily to his feet, "who... wha... are you a death eater," he was now on his feet, which were spread out, looking ready to attack. "Cause... if you are I'll..." he let the threat hang.

"No. I am but of friend. I need to to get the girl. I need you to teach her of the magical ways. And I need her to have a good home," answered the figure. He looked at the figure, a male from the sound of it, blankly, "bu...she's dead." He pointed to Lilly."

"No. Harry," said the man. Sirius was sure he was smiling. You could practically hear it in his sweet bell like voice. "Harry," he breathed, and looked to the crying. There not far away, was a small bundle of blankets in blue burnt clothes, was Harry James E.Potter. Stumbling over to her, he picked her up; and, she immediately stopped crying. He gave her a kiss on the forehead, rocking her back and forth. Looking down at the child he frowned. She had a cut on her head that was bleeding.

"Then-," he looked back to see nothing but air and rubble. He jerked his head about; but, seeing nothing, got up on weak legs, only to hear, "'Eh Sirius. Wha' yeah doing' 'err? Yeah noticed* sniff* wha happen' to Lilly an James the'?"

He swung his head around to see Hagrid, the Hogwarts game keeper, keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts school. But you will learn more about that in another story. "Y..yes," he said in a shaky breath.

Hagrid heaved a great sigh and nodded, "We'h den'." He took a few minutes to blow his nose and wipe his eyes, "I...I miss' well be taken' 'Arry to Dumbledor....poor Lilly an James....Poor, poor Harry." he let out a howl as Sirius tried to get his attention.'

"Take her to Dumbledor?" he asked blankly, "Why?"

"Dumbledor sa' he's go' specific orders from da minister o' magic to bring her there. He 'ad been yellen' against this for hours. Finally 'ad to sa' yes."

'Sirius cringed at the thought. Dumbledor, when angry, was very frightening. He slowly shook his head, "No Hagrid...I ...I cant. I..let me take Harry."

'Hagrid seemed to be pondering the question, before shaking his head, "No Sirius I can' Dumbledor sa' I was spose' to brin' Arry to 'em."

'"Please," begged Sirius, looking into the giant man's beetle black eyes with a pleading look, "Please let me keep her!"

'"Well," said Hagrid. He frowned. The yes was right at the tip of his tongue; but, then he shook his head, "No Sirius. I mus' give Arry to Dumbledor. I mus'."

Sighing, Sirius looked down to the baby, whose green eyes were looking up at him with such innocence that he had to look away.

"Your right Hagrid," he said in a cracked voice. Then he forced himself to look down to Harry, "I promise I'll see you again, my little Harry."

He handed the little bundle of blankets to Hagrid with a heavy heart. Hagrid took them and was just about to leave when he shouted,"Wait!" turning, Hagrid saw Sirius pointing to his motorcycle. "I....I wont need it anymore." 'Nodding, Hagrid got on, "Than'you Sirius. I'll be here to return it."

'"I won't need it anymore," said Sirius, as Hagrid took off. He watched them disappear into the cloudy night sky before looking back down, rain still pounding on him. "Trust me I won't need it."'

Slowly he trekked off into the crowded streets, sirens filling the air, and different shouts and screams.

"I will have my revenge," he growled out and a near by passerby looked at him strangely, "I will get you Peter. I will. Ready or not.." ***

Later on, when the bodies were told to be all found, a little girl frowned, her brow and looked up to her mother.

"Mommy," she whispered, "What about Harry?"