Trying to pick up the pieces

by Sirius-forever221

AU- At little over a year of age, little Harry Potter has lost a mother and been abandoned by a father – Who will pick up the pieces? Why, Sirius Black of course! Along with Remus, his son Logan and a few others, Sirius and his Godson try to put their

4. To mourn the fallen

TRYING TO PICK UP THE PIECES

Chapter four: To mourn the fallen.

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Dumbledore took a small piece of paper out of his robes and handed it to Sirius.

Look after Harry, I won't be coming back.

James Potter

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Sirius Black sat on his bed holding his Godson in his arms,

'Pafooh?" Harry whispered

"Yes Harry, Padfoot's here and I'm going to look after you"

"Where's mama?"

'Your-your mother is-"

He couldn't say it, he couldn't accept it tears streamed down his face as he choked out one word "Gone".

'You leave too' Harry asked fearfully, tears were silently pouring down his face too. Even though he was little over one-year-old he knew somehow that neither his mother nor father were coming back.

'No Harry, never" Sirius said as he hugged his Godson close.

"I'm never going to leave you" Sirius whispered as he buried his face into his Godson's messy hair.

Harry snuggled into Sirius's chest,

"I love you, Pafooh," he said sleepily as his eyes closed.

'I love you too, kiddo"

Harry Potter fell asleep that night to the sound of his godfather singing a lullaby that lily had always sung to her son on stormy nights.

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Miles away, a man with messy, black hair and round glasses gazed sadly at a picture of a beautiful redhead holding a small baby.

"You weren't suppose to get hurt" he whispered to the pair.

Then he ripped the picture in half and let it fall to the ground.

He got into a car that was parked a few meters away.

'Ready, darling?" he asked a blonde haired woman in the passenger seat.

"Yes, oh, this is so exciting we can start new lives together, no more sneaking around and hiding" she replied

"Yeah, great" he said sadly as he watched the picture halves blow away.

As the pair drove, rain started to pour from the heavens: Lily Evans-Potter was weeping for her son on that Halloween's eve.

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Back in Hogsmeade, Sirius was laying his Godson down in a cot he had conjured as he finished the song:

"And do not worry about the rain,

For you are safe, my baby boy,

Safe always in my arms"

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And it was on this bittersweet day that the world wept and laughed at the same time. On this day the world fare welled Lily Evens-Potter. The day of a great triumph and an even greater loss. The day a Godson and Godfather grieved together.