Responses:
Jessi Black: I love you! LOL, I can always count on you to respond and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, the same goes for ginnygal and kantomon and several others, you all make me sooo happy! LMAO! OH and Jessi, I am thinking you may have to adopt James or something cause Harley and I have joint custody of Remus at the moment. I get him on weekends. Well, I guess as long as he isn't sixteen its alright. LOOPHOLE! *does loophole dance* Hey jessi, do you have aim?
Thea: Thanks so much! I'm glad your hooked . muahahaha, part of my evil plan. not really, I'm just practicing.
Ginnygal: Hey there! I know what you mean, I want someone to kill Peter off too. *ideas* hahahah, I've got an idea for the third installment! YES. hehe, I'm not gonna say what it is though. *evil smirk* To further prove that I am officially un-scare-able I watched the move From Hell and thought, this should scare me, but then I realized I had already seen the beginning and the only thing that frightened me was that I didn't realize how much of a sexy beast Johnny Depp is. hey, my story PG-13. I'm not trying to keep it G.. he is one sexy mofo. ;)
A Little Note: I have decided that there was one day in which FF.net went completely MTV ((if your confused that means psycho. long drawn out story.)) and the reviews didn't work on one day because none of the fics I reviewed showed up. And then my reviews weren't showing up either, so I think that's it. Okay, this is going to be the last chapter for a while because I am going out of town and I seriously doubt that I am going to find the time or energy to write chapter four. I'm SORRY! I hope I can keep you loyal reviewers hooked for that long, I am hoping it will only be like 2 or 3 weeks, maybe I'll try to get it written before I leave this weekend, I haven't decided. Well, here it is, the long awaited *sort of* chapter three!
Chapter Three- The Disappearance and Bones
"Well, I'd better be going, 's going to rain later, can't be good for the bike," Sirius said as he stood up from the couch. It had been about an hour and half since Peter had left. James and Remus stood up and Sirius embraced them like the brothers that they were. He bent down to Lily and gave her a kiss on the cheek, smiling brightly. She handed him Harry, and he reached into his pocket where he pulled out a small, ratty blanket. Sirius wrapped Harry in the blanket, he wasn't sure why he had brought the blanket to Harry, he wasn't even sure why he had kept it all these years. It still brought back haunting memories of the hell known as Grimmauld Place. In several places their were holes and there was a light rim of a stain that had never quite gone away, but it was a part of him and he had the distinct feeling that he was going to have to leave Harry with something that belonged to him.
"Good," but Sirius did not say night, bye, or another form of farewell instead he said, "luck, good luck Harry." James and Remus looked at each other then at him, but didn't say a word.
Lily however gazed intently into Sirius's eyes, "You too, Sirius.." And with a final wave, Sirius turned on his heel and sped out the door, toward his motorbike, stopping only briefly to put on his leather jacket, wrapping it tightly around him, he was going in the air tonight. He put his foot over the bike and started it up, hearing the familiar hum of the engine, smelling the familiar smell of the exhaust. Sirius pushed a button on the handlebars that raised the bike into the air, and made it not invisible but barely visible to the muggle eye. It wasn't fool proof, but close. He had been seen only once, by a neighboring flat owner, and his memory had long since been modified.
He sped the bike down the street in Godric's Hollow, and then before the turn, grasped the handlebars and the bike lifted into the air, soaring high above number twenty-four. There were two heavens, one above him and one below him. He was the hawk between the two worlds. The stars shown down on him and the tiny lights from thousands of windows were below him, lighting his way to his flat in London.
The old, rotting building that was his flat came into view, slowly growing in size. Sirius let the bike down, hardly caring if he was seen anymore. The bike skidded to a halt in the lot in front of the complex and Sirius jumped off the bike, his hair flying behind him as he raced up the front steps, clambering through the door as quickly as possible. He ran up to the stairs, not bothering with the lift, they were rather slow in his building.
Sirius reached number thirty-two and not caring enough about wizard security to get out his key and shouted, "Alohamora." The door swung open with a force, banging against the wall and then coming back slightly. Sirius placed his wand back into his belt, he shoved the door out of his way and grabbed something off the counter, stopping only briefly to glance at a picture on the coffee table, a bright smiling face staring back at him, blowing a kiss. Sirius turned out the door, heart racing and ran back down the seven flights of stairs. He shot out the front entrance, the clerk watching a soap opera was staring at him from the front desk, watching him jump over the front steps, not even bothering with them.
He pushed up the kickstand with his heel, circled the lot once, and then was back into the air. His breath was coming in shallow heaves, his heart seemed to be running miles in his chest, though he wasn't quite sure why. His gut lurched with fear and worry. Peter's got to be there, has to be. He had had this feeling once before about Peter, seventh year, on a run, but he hadn't mentioned it in years. Voldemort couldn't trust Peter, Sirius thought to himself. But if Voldemort couldn't trust Peter, then why could Sirius trust Peter? Why did he have a sinking feeling that he was never going to see any of his friends again?
Sirius hummed a song from the muggle band The Police to calm his nerves. The journey to Peter's house was longer than the one from Godric's Hollow to London, though not too far. He hummed louder as the ringing in his ears became louder, he couldn't understand it. The picture on the coffee table ran through his mind, stop it! Sirius took one hand off of the handlebars and rubbed his eyes. Sirius Black stop it! You know that Peter is home, he would never betray you or Lily or James like that! Wouldn't dare. But that gut feeling was back.
The motor growled in the hollow night. Hollow, after all was the only word to describe it. Since Sirius had arisen back into the sky, the stars were masked by pearly white clouds that would sink onto the English moors by morning. Crickets it seemed, had taken the night off and the only sounds that graced Sirius's ears were the unwelcoming hums of motorists below. But city streets soon gave into country roads and that hum too was gone.
A sharp pointed roof loomed into the mass of trees and Sirius began to lower the bike. When it touched the ground, not nearly so graceful this time, he jumped off before it had even stopped completely, the bike fell over and Sirius had to hold back going to pick it up again. All the lights were off, Sirius's stomach gave another evanescent lurch and he hurried up the steps, stumbling as he went. He reached the door and began hammering it with his fists. "PETER! OPEN THE DAMNED DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!" but no one answered. Sirius took out his wand back from his belt and placed it at the knob on the door, "Alohamora!" But nothing happened, the door did not swing open, the lock did not unlock. Sirius let out a yell that sounded much like a dog growling. Damn him.
He hopped off the stoop and into the garden next to the front steps and attempted to look into the window, but the curtains were drawn. Sirius pulled back his wand again, "Reducto!" The glass broke. He had figured that much, Peter after all wasn't the brightest crayon in the box and Sirius had known that Peter most likely wouldn't have thought to put a charm on the windows. Sirius climbed in, trying to be careful of the glass, but cutting his face none the less. He tumbled out, rolling onto the floor, rubbing his head as he stood up.
"PETER?" Sirius called through the house. "ARE YOU HOME?!" but no one answered him. "Lumos," he muttered, a bright bead of light erupting on his wand. Sirius walked up the flight of stairs to the second floor where Peter's bedroom was. He pushed open the door, standing back in the hallway, lighting up the room with his wand.
"You in here, Peter?" his voice was shaking and he was speaking only for there to be noise. It looked as though Peter had left in a hurry, there were clothes strewn about, but not that many. Sirius had lived with Peter for seven years, he knew that he was messier than this. The double bed near the window hadn't been made that morning and Peter's owl, Gwen's, cage was gone. "Damn," Sirius said under his breath. "He's gone. Damn him, damn him, I TOLD him to stay put!" The ringing in his ears became deafening and his breath was no more than sharp gasps. This meant, there had to be a simple explanation, but no matter what he couldn't think of one.
He's just gone out, his trunk is somewhere, but it was true, Peter's trunk was missing too. Sirius pulled out the drawers of the dresser, there were no clothes in them. He tore down the steps to the second floor kitchen, knocking over a stool, two chairs, and a nightstand as he went. He threw open a cabinet in the kitchen, there was a jar up the top that was usually filled with galleons, knuts, and sickles but now it was empty. Sirius let out a yell and tore down the last flight of stairs, letting the jar drop to the ground with a loud crash. Sirius ran down the steps, his breath coming in short, deep gasps three words racing through his mind: Lily, James, Harry, Lily, James, Harry. He reached the first floor, skipping over seven steps, his feet stinging with the impact. The door was torn open, he didn't even bother with the stoop, just dived off, landing impeccably on the side walk. Sirius lifted up his bike easily, adrenaline racing through him, jumped on and started the ignition, preparing to go into the air. But the bike stalled.
"Dammit! If you ever stall again, let it be when MY life is in danger!" he yelled into the night. Sirius tapped the bike with his wand and the headlights glared and engine began to rumble brilliantly. "Thank you!" He turned the bike around and raced down the street, passing a few homes and farms, but this was a mostly secluded part of town. A bend was coming up this was his chance, he lifted the bike up into the air, soaring into the clouds. He was going to be in so much trouble with the ministry, he never used the bike like this, not so often in one night, but this was an emergency, they had to understand. He would make them understand. Flying was not nearly so pleasant anymore, the clouds hung low and it was like running through a dark mist, his jeans were soaked through in an instant and he was extremely cold. The wind whipped at his hair, stinging his face and there was no light now, the stars and moon were covered by the blasted clouds. He swore but kept going anyway, he had to get back to Godric's Hollow.
How could he do this? He had been their friend for so long, for ten years. He had been one of the best friends that Sirius had ever had, he had been there through the detentions, through the runs, and through all of it. Peter had agreed whole-heartedly to be the secret keeper, had accepted the challenge willingly. And Sirius knew now that the only reason he had agreed to it was because he had been able to hand Voldemort the Potters. How could it have happened? Sirius just couldn't fathom how someone could be so cowardly as to sell out two of the nicest people that either of them had ever known to Voldemort. The burning hatred of Voldemort and Peter rose again up his throat and he wanted nothing more that to scream into the cold night, but he couldn't. His throat was sore, his mind was holding him back, something in his heart told him not to scream. The only light surrounding him that night was from the headlight in front of him. The world it seemed had changed with realization as to what was happening around Sirius, the weather was suiting his mood. And if a lightening bolt struck from the clouds above him, Sirius would not have been particularly surprised.
The journey to Godric's Hollow seemed to take a much longer time now than it had earlier. If he had been thinking straight he would have told himself it was because he was so anxious and thinking about it, but as it was, he was thinking in short spurs that did no good. It was becoming harder and harder to breathe. The air was thin and he was hyperventilating with fear.
Suddenly there was a burst of light up ahead of him. There was a bright green light, shimmering into the night, sending glitters onto Sirius's skin, turning it a sickly color. Sirius's heart seemed to have stopped, his breath was caught in his throat and he didn't think that he could continue on living, he wanted to jump off the bike right then, to make it all seem unreal. But then something hit him as he looked down on the house that illuminated by the Dark Mark.
It wasn't James's. It was the Bones's house, they had a niece, Susan, a very important niece. But it wasn't her house that had the Dark Mark hovering over it, it was her aunt's. The engine was turned down to a muffled roar, and Sirius could hear voices down below, "C'mon Dolohov! We don't have much time!" And the two dark figures from which the voices were emitting, vanished with a light pop. Sirius brought the bike down, hardly daring to make a stop before he got to Lily and James's. Sirius gingerly stepped off the bike and looked at the house before him, he wasn't sure why he was stopping, but he did. He opened the door quietly, looking inside.
"Mrs. Bones?" he called but no one answered. He walked into the living room from the front hall, there laying on the ground were three bodies, one of a tall woman with blonde hair, another of a balding man with brown hair, and a little boy, probably three years old. All looking up at him with looks of great shock and horror. Sirius stifled a scream but knew there was nothing he could do, he bent down and closed their eyes, each in turn and then left the home, a single tear running down his cheek.
***
Strictly speaking, Hagrid wasn't allowed to do magic, but on certain occasions, when circumstances warranted, he performed the smallest of spells. Professor Dumbledore had taught him to apparate his first year on the grounds, and though he wasn't the smartest person he had mastered it fairly quickly, despite his giant blood. The call of the Dark Mark hovering over the Potter's home in Godric's Hollow had been one of the most urgent calls that Hagrid had ever received and he figured that this was as good a time as any to use his aparating power. He apparated from his hut on the Hogwarts grounds to the house at once, there was no one there, it was extremely, horribly quiet on the street.
The houses were illuminated by a sickly green color and Hagrid as well. The house was a wreck, debris and rubble surrounded him and he knew that there was no way that anyone had survived this wreckage. He let out a sob, a horrible chocking sob. Oh, Lily, James, and baby Harry too. Who is that heartless? But he knew who, he knew who. He cursed Voldemort's name, though he never said it, he cursed it. He began to shift aside debris and rubble looking for Lily and James. But Hagrid had the distinct feeling that someone was watching him, a pair of yellow eyes from the bushes. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, but he didn't pay much attention from it, he supposed he was still in shock.
After lifting up a particularly heavy door, he cut his hand on some glass from a broken window. "Argh!" he yelled into the night, Hagrid squeezed the hand tight, trying to stop the flow of blood. He tore off a piece of his cloak and wrapped it tightly around the slash that had ensued from the contact with the sharp glass, but he kept searching for the bodies of James, Lily, and their son.
A low rumble filled his ears as Sirius Black came down on his motorbike from the heavens.
Jessi Black: I love you! LOL, I can always count on you to respond and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, the same goes for ginnygal and kantomon and several others, you all make me sooo happy! LMAO! OH and Jessi, I am thinking you may have to adopt James or something cause Harley and I have joint custody of Remus at the moment. I get him on weekends. Well, I guess as long as he isn't sixteen its alright. LOOPHOLE! *does loophole dance* Hey jessi, do you have aim?
Thea: Thanks so much! I'm glad your hooked . muahahaha, part of my evil plan. not really, I'm just practicing.
Ginnygal: Hey there! I know what you mean, I want someone to kill Peter off too. *ideas* hahahah, I've got an idea for the third installment! YES. hehe, I'm not gonna say what it is though. *evil smirk* To further prove that I am officially un-scare-able I watched the move From Hell and thought, this should scare me, but then I realized I had already seen the beginning and the only thing that frightened me was that I didn't realize how much of a sexy beast Johnny Depp is. hey, my story PG-13. I'm not trying to keep it G.. he is one sexy mofo. ;)
A Little Note: I have decided that there was one day in which FF.net went completely MTV ((if your confused that means psycho. long drawn out story.)) and the reviews didn't work on one day because none of the fics I reviewed showed up. And then my reviews weren't showing up either, so I think that's it. Okay, this is going to be the last chapter for a while because I am going out of town and I seriously doubt that I am going to find the time or energy to write chapter four. I'm SORRY! I hope I can keep you loyal reviewers hooked for that long, I am hoping it will only be like 2 or 3 weeks, maybe I'll try to get it written before I leave this weekend, I haven't decided. Well, here it is, the long awaited *sort of* chapter three!
Chapter Three- The Disappearance and Bones
"Well, I'd better be going, 's going to rain later, can't be good for the bike," Sirius said as he stood up from the couch. It had been about an hour and half since Peter had left. James and Remus stood up and Sirius embraced them like the brothers that they were. He bent down to Lily and gave her a kiss on the cheek, smiling brightly. She handed him Harry, and he reached into his pocket where he pulled out a small, ratty blanket. Sirius wrapped Harry in the blanket, he wasn't sure why he had brought the blanket to Harry, he wasn't even sure why he had kept it all these years. It still brought back haunting memories of the hell known as Grimmauld Place. In several places their were holes and there was a light rim of a stain that had never quite gone away, but it was a part of him and he had the distinct feeling that he was going to have to leave Harry with something that belonged to him.
"Good," but Sirius did not say night, bye, or another form of farewell instead he said, "luck, good luck Harry." James and Remus looked at each other then at him, but didn't say a word.
Lily however gazed intently into Sirius's eyes, "You too, Sirius.." And with a final wave, Sirius turned on his heel and sped out the door, toward his motorbike, stopping only briefly to put on his leather jacket, wrapping it tightly around him, he was going in the air tonight. He put his foot over the bike and started it up, hearing the familiar hum of the engine, smelling the familiar smell of the exhaust. Sirius pushed a button on the handlebars that raised the bike into the air, and made it not invisible but barely visible to the muggle eye. It wasn't fool proof, but close. He had been seen only once, by a neighboring flat owner, and his memory had long since been modified.
He sped the bike down the street in Godric's Hollow, and then before the turn, grasped the handlebars and the bike lifted into the air, soaring high above number twenty-four. There were two heavens, one above him and one below him. He was the hawk between the two worlds. The stars shown down on him and the tiny lights from thousands of windows were below him, lighting his way to his flat in London.
The old, rotting building that was his flat came into view, slowly growing in size. Sirius let the bike down, hardly caring if he was seen anymore. The bike skidded to a halt in the lot in front of the complex and Sirius jumped off the bike, his hair flying behind him as he raced up the front steps, clambering through the door as quickly as possible. He ran up to the stairs, not bothering with the lift, they were rather slow in his building.
Sirius reached number thirty-two and not caring enough about wizard security to get out his key and shouted, "Alohamora." The door swung open with a force, banging against the wall and then coming back slightly. Sirius placed his wand back into his belt, he shoved the door out of his way and grabbed something off the counter, stopping only briefly to glance at a picture on the coffee table, a bright smiling face staring back at him, blowing a kiss. Sirius turned out the door, heart racing and ran back down the seven flights of stairs. He shot out the front entrance, the clerk watching a soap opera was staring at him from the front desk, watching him jump over the front steps, not even bothering with them.
He pushed up the kickstand with his heel, circled the lot once, and then was back into the air. His breath was coming in shallow heaves, his heart seemed to be running miles in his chest, though he wasn't quite sure why. His gut lurched with fear and worry. Peter's got to be there, has to be. He had had this feeling once before about Peter, seventh year, on a run, but he hadn't mentioned it in years. Voldemort couldn't trust Peter, Sirius thought to himself. But if Voldemort couldn't trust Peter, then why could Sirius trust Peter? Why did he have a sinking feeling that he was never going to see any of his friends again?
Sirius hummed a song from the muggle band The Police to calm his nerves. The journey to Peter's house was longer than the one from Godric's Hollow to London, though not too far. He hummed louder as the ringing in his ears became louder, he couldn't understand it. The picture on the coffee table ran through his mind, stop it! Sirius took one hand off of the handlebars and rubbed his eyes. Sirius Black stop it! You know that Peter is home, he would never betray you or Lily or James like that! Wouldn't dare. But that gut feeling was back.
The motor growled in the hollow night. Hollow, after all was the only word to describe it. Since Sirius had arisen back into the sky, the stars were masked by pearly white clouds that would sink onto the English moors by morning. Crickets it seemed, had taken the night off and the only sounds that graced Sirius's ears were the unwelcoming hums of motorists below. But city streets soon gave into country roads and that hum too was gone.
A sharp pointed roof loomed into the mass of trees and Sirius began to lower the bike. When it touched the ground, not nearly so graceful this time, he jumped off before it had even stopped completely, the bike fell over and Sirius had to hold back going to pick it up again. All the lights were off, Sirius's stomach gave another evanescent lurch and he hurried up the steps, stumbling as he went. He reached the door and began hammering it with his fists. "PETER! OPEN THE DAMNED DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!" but no one answered. Sirius took out his wand back from his belt and placed it at the knob on the door, "Alohamora!" But nothing happened, the door did not swing open, the lock did not unlock. Sirius let out a yell that sounded much like a dog growling. Damn him.
He hopped off the stoop and into the garden next to the front steps and attempted to look into the window, but the curtains were drawn. Sirius pulled back his wand again, "Reducto!" The glass broke. He had figured that much, Peter after all wasn't the brightest crayon in the box and Sirius had known that Peter most likely wouldn't have thought to put a charm on the windows. Sirius climbed in, trying to be careful of the glass, but cutting his face none the less. He tumbled out, rolling onto the floor, rubbing his head as he stood up.
"PETER?" Sirius called through the house. "ARE YOU HOME?!" but no one answered him. "Lumos," he muttered, a bright bead of light erupting on his wand. Sirius walked up the flight of stairs to the second floor where Peter's bedroom was. He pushed open the door, standing back in the hallway, lighting up the room with his wand.
"You in here, Peter?" his voice was shaking and he was speaking only for there to be noise. It looked as though Peter had left in a hurry, there were clothes strewn about, but not that many. Sirius had lived with Peter for seven years, he knew that he was messier than this. The double bed near the window hadn't been made that morning and Peter's owl, Gwen's, cage was gone. "Damn," Sirius said under his breath. "He's gone. Damn him, damn him, I TOLD him to stay put!" The ringing in his ears became deafening and his breath was no more than sharp gasps. This meant, there had to be a simple explanation, but no matter what he couldn't think of one.
He's just gone out, his trunk is somewhere, but it was true, Peter's trunk was missing too. Sirius pulled out the drawers of the dresser, there were no clothes in them. He tore down the steps to the second floor kitchen, knocking over a stool, two chairs, and a nightstand as he went. He threw open a cabinet in the kitchen, there was a jar up the top that was usually filled with galleons, knuts, and sickles but now it was empty. Sirius let out a yell and tore down the last flight of stairs, letting the jar drop to the ground with a loud crash. Sirius ran down the steps, his breath coming in short, deep gasps three words racing through his mind: Lily, James, Harry, Lily, James, Harry. He reached the first floor, skipping over seven steps, his feet stinging with the impact. The door was torn open, he didn't even bother with the stoop, just dived off, landing impeccably on the side walk. Sirius lifted up his bike easily, adrenaline racing through him, jumped on and started the ignition, preparing to go into the air. But the bike stalled.
"Dammit! If you ever stall again, let it be when MY life is in danger!" he yelled into the night. Sirius tapped the bike with his wand and the headlights glared and engine began to rumble brilliantly. "Thank you!" He turned the bike around and raced down the street, passing a few homes and farms, but this was a mostly secluded part of town. A bend was coming up this was his chance, he lifted the bike up into the air, soaring into the clouds. He was going to be in so much trouble with the ministry, he never used the bike like this, not so often in one night, but this was an emergency, they had to understand. He would make them understand. Flying was not nearly so pleasant anymore, the clouds hung low and it was like running through a dark mist, his jeans were soaked through in an instant and he was extremely cold. The wind whipped at his hair, stinging his face and there was no light now, the stars and moon were covered by the blasted clouds. He swore but kept going anyway, he had to get back to Godric's Hollow.
How could he do this? He had been their friend for so long, for ten years. He had been one of the best friends that Sirius had ever had, he had been there through the detentions, through the runs, and through all of it. Peter had agreed whole-heartedly to be the secret keeper, had accepted the challenge willingly. And Sirius knew now that the only reason he had agreed to it was because he had been able to hand Voldemort the Potters. How could it have happened? Sirius just couldn't fathom how someone could be so cowardly as to sell out two of the nicest people that either of them had ever known to Voldemort. The burning hatred of Voldemort and Peter rose again up his throat and he wanted nothing more that to scream into the cold night, but he couldn't. His throat was sore, his mind was holding him back, something in his heart told him not to scream. The only light surrounding him that night was from the headlight in front of him. The world it seemed had changed with realization as to what was happening around Sirius, the weather was suiting his mood. And if a lightening bolt struck from the clouds above him, Sirius would not have been particularly surprised.
The journey to Godric's Hollow seemed to take a much longer time now than it had earlier. If he had been thinking straight he would have told himself it was because he was so anxious and thinking about it, but as it was, he was thinking in short spurs that did no good. It was becoming harder and harder to breathe. The air was thin and he was hyperventilating with fear.
Suddenly there was a burst of light up ahead of him. There was a bright green light, shimmering into the night, sending glitters onto Sirius's skin, turning it a sickly color. Sirius's heart seemed to have stopped, his breath was caught in his throat and he didn't think that he could continue on living, he wanted to jump off the bike right then, to make it all seem unreal. But then something hit him as he looked down on the house that illuminated by the Dark Mark.
It wasn't James's. It was the Bones's house, they had a niece, Susan, a very important niece. But it wasn't her house that had the Dark Mark hovering over it, it was her aunt's. The engine was turned down to a muffled roar, and Sirius could hear voices down below, "C'mon Dolohov! We don't have much time!" And the two dark figures from which the voices were emitting, vanished with a light pop. Sirius brought the bike down, hardly daring to make a stop before he got to Lily and James's. Sirius gingerly stepped off the bike and looked at the house before him, he wasn't sure why he was stopping, but he did. He opened the door quietly, looking inside.
"Mrs. Bones?" he called but no one answered. He walked into the living room from the front hall, there laying on the ground were three bodies, one of a tall woman with blonde hair, another of a balding man with brown hair, and a little boy, probably three years old. All looking up at him with looks of great shock and horror. Sirius stifled a scream but knew there was nothing he could do, he bent down and closed their eyes, each in turn and then left the home, a single tear running down his cheek.
***
Strictly speaking, Hagrid wasn't allowed to do magic, but on certain occasions, when circumstances warranted, he performed the smallest of spells. Professor Dumbledore had taught him to apparate his first year on the grounds, and though he wasn't the smartest person he had mastered it fairly quickly, despite his giant blood. The call of the Dark Mark hovering over the Potter's home in Godric's Hollow had been one of the most urgent calls that Hagrid had ever received and he figured that this was as good a time as any to use his aparating power. He apparated from his hut on the Hogwarts grounds to the house at once, there was no one there, it was extremely, horribly quiet on the street.
The houses were illuminated by a sickly green color and Hagrid as well. The house was a wreck, debris and rubble surrounded him and he knew that there was no way that anyone had survived this wreckage. He let out a sob, a horrible chocking sob. Oh, Lily, James, and baby Harry too. Who is that heartless? But he knew who, he knew who. He cursed Voldemort's name, though he never said it, he cursed it. He began to shift aside debris and rubble looking for Lily and James. But Hagrid had the distinct feeling that someone was watching him, a pair of yellow eyes from the bushes. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, but he didn't pay much attention from it, he supposed he was still in shock.
After lifting up a particularly heavy door, he cut his hand on some glass from a broken window. "Argh!" he yelled into the night, Hagrid squeezed the hand tight, trying to stop the flow of blood. He tore off a piece of his cloak and wrapped it tightly around the slash that had ensued from the contact with the sharp glass, but he kept searching for the bodies of James, Lily, and their son.
A low rumble filled his ears as Sirius Black came down on his motorbike from the heavens.