Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Duh.
The Unspeakable happened. The Dark Lord had finally attacked the people he wanted dead most of all (aside from Dumbledore). And young Sirius Black was standing in the remnants of all that remained.
All the happy memories of all that had taken place at Potter Manor were wiped out with one simple incantation and the flicker of a wand. Nothing would ever be the same again, and Sirius realized this just looking at everything that he had once known to be more strong than anything Voldemort could throw their way.
His thoughts were abruptly thrown aside as a soft crying entered his ears. Turning his head, he tried to identify the source of the crying. Digging through all the rubble, his heart jumped to his throat the minute he found what he had not expected.
His best friend's only child—his godson—Harry Potter was still alive, crying for his parents as if he had just awoken from a bad dream. He bent down and picked up the sobbing child, bringing up close to him and stroking his small back.
"It's okay Harry. Everything's okay. I'm here and I won't let anything bad happen to you ever again."
It brought a tear to his eye to see Harry Potter alone without his parents with a freshly glowing scar. This, Sirius now saw, was the source of the child's pain and he knew it as soon as he saw it. It looked as if it had been branded onto his forehead, it was so red.
"We must go. They'll be looking for you any minute now," Sirius whispered and, with a heavy heart, looked at his best friend's house one last time, took Harry Potter and ran off towards his motorbike, and was gone.
At the same time, a giant man by the name of Rubeus Hagrid had just arrived to the site of the destroyed Potter Manor and was disturbed to say the least.
"H-He's gone!" the giant wailed heavily but didn't want to believe it just yet. He too bent down and started to dig through all the rubble, searching for the little boy who thwarted the Dark Lord away.
But he was nowhere to be found. All he discovered was James and Lily's dead bodies. With teardrops the size of eggs, he sat down and prepared what he would say to Dumbledore about Harry Potter missing.
The funeral for James and Lily Potter was undoubtedly the most grievous in the wizarding community. As Albus Dumbledore stood in front of the tombs, he surveyed those present and finally came to the conclusion that the only two people that weren't there and should be were Sirius Black and Harry Potter.
"Where do you think he is, Albus?" Remus Lupin asked, paying his respects to the tombs.
"Somewhere safe Remus. That I am sure of," Dumbledore answered, giving him a reassuring smile.
"He could be anywhere, you know."
"Yes, but he is in good hands. And as long as he is in good hands, I am not worried."
"But he is not safe. Surely you must realize that!" Remus said as softly as he could so that no one else could overhear them.
"The Order will never stop looking for him, Remus. I know you care about Harry, but there isn't a soul here who doesn't. And seeing as how Lord Voldemort is gone and the Death Eaters have disappeared I see no harm in not starting the search right away," Dumbledore explained calmly.
"But Albus…"
"No, now is not the time. Right now we must take our seats and pay our respects."
As the funeral started, two figures stood in the distance, watching with sad eyes. "Soon you will know just how respected your parents were, Harry. I promise you that."
As the funeral ended and with everybody leaving, Dumbledore looked ahead of the tombs and smiled as he made out a large black dog and a small baby on his back walking off in the distance.
A/N: Yes I know that was probably confusing. It will make much more sense next chapter since this was only the prologue. Let me know what you think! Again, this is only the prologue, bear with me.