so ive been rereading this story and IT IS NOT CANON! i apologize, but it IS NOT CANON! im too lazy to go back and fix it, but lets just pretend like it's always been an AU fic (i just figureed out what AU meant, isnt that exciting?!) so, i apologize for the late update. and once again:

THIS STORY IS NOT CANON! and im sorry about that.

He had to find Lily and James.

Their bodies.

He didn't care, he had to find them. He scooped up baby Harry and left the body of Freya behind him. The only sign that he knew she was there, lying dead at his feet, was his red, tear-stained eyes and the blood on his body.

Her blood.

He then did something that surprised him. He began speaking to Harry. He jumped slightly at the sound of his own voice, once so full of life, now morose and empty.

"We'll find them, Harry. Don't worry." He took a deep breath with every shard of wood that he overturned with his feet. Part of him hoped that he would find his two best friends, but most of him feared that discovering their bodies amidst the destroyed wreckage of their house would simply finalize their deaths.

"I'll take good care of you, Harry." Sirius Black looked down at his godson.

There was James again.

There was Lily.

"You would have loved 'em, kid." He tried holding back the tears by kissing Harry on the forehead, directly on top of his scar. His head was warm, as if it was still hot with the curse that had been sent upon him. "Happy Hallowe'en, Mr Potter."

It was only a little past midnight when Sirius and Harry found the Potters. Their bodies were far apart from each other. Not how they would have wanted it to be.

Lily was near where Sirius had found Harry, her body face down, her long, thick red hair draped over her, covered her head and making it look much like a halo of blood. Her arms were out before her, almost as if she was reaching for something.

Harry, no doubt.

James was closer to the front door. Sirius must have walked right by him when he entered the wreckage. His glasses were broken, and his eyes were still wide open and angry.

He had seen Voldemort.

He had seen the Dark Lord right before It killed him.

Sirius felt like his entire life was lying at his feet, dead. What would Remus and Peter think? He had let them die? Surely they wouldn't blame him.

They couldn't …

Voldemort's diablerie was far beyond anything Sirius could have imagined.

Remus and Peter.

He, Remus and Peter were what was left.

Moony, Wormtail and Padfoot. No longer would there be a Prongs to gallop in the forest at night. He would simply be gone, absent from their lives.

Sirius clutched Harry closer to him and the silence deafened him until it was ungraciously broken by a loud clamour of something very heavy. Turning around, he jumped to greet Hagrid right as his abnormally large foot was about to step on him.

"Hagrid!" he said. "What – what are you doing here?"

"Could say the same, meself, Sirius," said Hagrid, smiling down at him, clutching the baby Harry. "Dumbledore tol' me wha' happened…" He took a deep, gruff breath and sniffed. "Don' know how he knew, but there yeh have it. Dumbledore jus' knows these things." Sirius could tell that small tears were making there way down from his beetle black eyes into his beard. "I's terrible, Sirius, I tell yeh tha', but…"

"I could have stopped him. If I were here, I could have stopped him, Hagrid!"

Hagrid looked sternly at Sirius and kneeled down until he was level with him. "Now, don' go sayin' that, Sirius. There woulda been nothin' yeh coulda done. He's powerful. He's got lo's o' strength an' lots o' followers, an' if yeh'd have been here, he'd have killed yeh too."

That was when it hit Sirius.

Voldemort would never have been able to find Godric's Hollow and the Potters, it was protected by their Secret Keeper. He could only have found them if the Keeper had told him …

… Peter.

"No…" whispered Sirius. "It – it can't be…"

Hagrid looked at Sirius, funny. "Yeah it is," he said, unsure of what Sirius was talking about. "There isn' nothin' tha' can protect yeh from the killin' curse." He looked down at Harry, unaware that Sirius was no longer listening. "Don' know wha' saved this one from it. I's a miracle, really." Hagrid smiled and looked down at his watch. "Woah, bes' be goin'. You wanna give me the baby, Sirius?"

"What?" Sirius was snapped from his trance and clutched Harry closer to him. "No! Of course not. I'm his godfather."

"I know that Sirius, and so does Dumbledore, I'll reckon, but he asked for the baby."

"Dumbledore can lick my bloody boots, Hagrid! I'm not giving you this baby!"

Hagrid drew himself up to his full height, as did Sirius. But Hagrid was at least twice as tall, so it was a much more majestic and threatening move when he did as to when Sirius did.

"I go' orders, Sirius. I know i's hard for yeh an' all, but you gotta understand."

"Understand? Understand? All I need to bloody understand, Hagrid, is the fact that my best friend just died! The love of my life just died, Hagrid, and you want me to hand over the last … the last … all that I have left of him?"

"He's not James, Sirius."

The words hit Sirius like cold water on a warm day, but instead of his skin being comfortably prickled by the heat of the sun, evaporating the water, he felt more and more of the icy burn as reality sunk in with Hagrid's words.

No.

Harry wasn't James.

No one would ever be James.

Because now he was gone.

And all that was left to prove that he had once existed was this little baby in his arms.

How could Hagrid possibly expect him to give Harry away?

Quietly, looking at Harry's lightning bolt scar, Sirius said, "He's my godson, Hagrid. I can't let you take him."

Gruffly, Hagrid straightened his belt. "Yeh got teh, Sirius. Dumbledore's orders, I tell yeh. He'll 'ave a good reason for it, too, I reckon. Don' worry."

"I love this kid, Hagrid."

"I know yeh do, Sirius. I know yeh do."

Hagrid looked at his miniature pocket watch and, startled at how late he already was, leaned down and gently took Harry from Sirius's hunched form.

"I'm sorry, mate," he said.

Sirius didn't say anything, his long dark hair covering his eyes, and the emotion hidden deep within them, letting the child be pried from his dead hands.

Hagrid turned around, ready to leave by means of transport that Sirius didn't know. He slowly looked up, his eyes red and puffy, and whispered hoarsely, after Hagrid's figure, "Take my motorcycle."

Hagrid stopped and turned around.

"Wha'?"

"My motorcycle." Sirius motioned towards his bike collapsed at the entrance of Godric's Hollow. "Take it. Don't know how else you'll get to Dumbledore fast enough."

"Sirius, yeh love tha' thing. I can't take it…"

"You can and you will, Hagrid." He looked down at his hands. "I've got no more use for it."

"What are yeh talkin' abou'?"

"Seriously, Hagrid. What else have I got to do with that? Just- just take it."

Sirius didn't care anymore. He had four graves to dig. After all, it was getting late, and one of the graves wouldn't have an occupant unless he got moving.

read and review. cuz it takes very little time, and if you dont, i will send all the souls that i own, and use their powers to fire up my pixie boy who will terminate you. only not like arnie cuz he supports bush (sorry to bush supporters, but i couldnt disagree with you more!!!!!)