Disclaimer: Once again, I did not make up any of these characters. If I did, I would of included myself in the stories, and I would have been dating Ron, James, Sirius, Remus, et cetera. O
Authors Note: Alright. Those of you who cry easily, I advise you to take extreme caution while reading this chapter.
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"Move!" Came the loud, paranoid, and even frightened voice of Mister Sirius Black as he roared down the streets upon his black coloured motorcycle. Damned Muggles just /wouldn't/ get out of the way. He was so close. So very close, and yet he felt like he still had a hundred miles yet to go. He should have never trusted him. Never have trusted that thieving, backstabbing rat. Swerving around the corner, a loud crack was heard as a flash of lighting stuck the ground. Thick, wet raindrops began to pour down at what seemed the size of golf balls. Shaggy hair matting to the side of his face, he came up on the very street where the Potter's resided. Glancing around warily, he zoomed down the street, heart thumping beneath his chest in a wild flurry.
At that precise moment, a bright, vivid green light pierced through the night air, followed by the shrieks of a young woman. Just as quick as the light had appeared, it had vanished, followed by another light, and then a loud crack and boom. Watching the house and it's light display in pure horror, he finally came up to the curb. Leaping off of his bike with ease, he stumbled down upon the sidewalk, hands flying outward, grazing upon the damp ground. Glancing to his left, a large shadowy silhouette came into view. Snarling a bit as it limped further away, attention was brought back up to the house. Something deep and sorrowful tugged upon his heartstrings. He was to late. He knew it, deep inside. But perhaps James had made it. Maybe at least /one/ of them had made it.
Bringing his large hand to the doorknob, Sirius pulled it open, glancing around the ripped up house. Everything was destroyed. Funny, how on the outside it would seem calm and natural. Like the house didn't hold a worry in the world. Oh how different it was. Steel coloured eyes squinted as he searched through the darkness, stepping over the debris which was scattered around in certain areas. Certainly, a big fight was put up. Portraits lay scattered around, either broken in half or ripped through the centre. Slowly, mournfully shifting toward a table, keeping an eye out for anyone who may still be in through the house, gaze drifted over a single photo which was left untouched. Lily, James, Harry, Remus, Peter, and Himself.
Peter. He should have seen it coming. He had been distant ever since they had graduated from Hogwarts. So why was it that he persuaded Lily and James to have him be the Secret Keeper? His instincts really were failing on him. That, or maybe he just couldn't put two and two together anymore. Shifting warily, he placed the picture with gentle care into his pocket, giving it a small pat before he carried on through the pitch black house, eyes wide and skin unhealthily pale. Drawing ever so near to the stairway, it was then a single flash caught his eye. Turning about, glancing to a blown out window, a sigh of relief was given. The clouds had shifted, allowing the half moon to shine through the window.
Closing his eyes, and then reopening them, he followed the moon's rays over to the opposite wall, a deep cry letting loose from his mouth. It couldn't be. Stumbling near the figure, a watery glaze whisked over his eyes. James. Fallen by a mahogany table he lay there, still and unmoving. The same table which he had given to them as a 'moving in' present. Fallen beside James was a broken, azure hued vase. White lily flowers where scattered around the vase, along James's side.
Giving choked sobs, another roar of thunder muted out his gentle tears. Large arms tugged around his best mate, bringing him into a deep hug. He knew it wouldn't be returned, though that factor didn't seem to occur to him right then and there. Pulling away, two fingers shifted up to James's eyes, pulling them down. He didn't deserve this. Lily didn't deserve this.
Lily. Perking up a bit, hand slowly moved into his pocket, fingering through the fabric a moment before pulling out the photo he had taken earlier. Picking up a Lily flower as well, Sirius placed the two object upon his friend's chest, head bowing for a moment before he rose, and shifted to find the person who he had heard scream just ten minutes ago.
Moving rapidly to his left, Arms extended to the railing of the stairway, leaping up them two at a time. Heart felt as though it was a lump in his stomach. There was nothing he could do. He was a complete failure. Nothing he had done this past year seemed to go right. He'd practically given James and Lily to Peter, who had, in turn, sold them to Voldemort like a pair of socks. That filthy traitor. Snarling a bit as he rounded through the hallway, shoving like some mad man off the walls, down to the last door. Tugging it open forcefully, leaping inside.
There she was. Sprawled on the grow, just below Harry's crib. Wand was snapped in two, and hair was sprawled around. She still looked like the same Lily she'd always been, even if she was gone. Tears jerking back upward, he slowly moved to her side, as he did to James, pulling her to his lap, hands running through her hair. Lily had been so kind to him ever since she and James had gotten together in their seventh year. She didn't need this to happen. It /shouldn't/ have happened. Holding her in his embrace for a few moments longer, head drooped downward in a rather depressed motion.
The Potters were all dead. James's mother and father, Lily and James. Harry. Glancing upward, a small cry rang through his ears. It couldn't be. It just couldn't. removing himself from Lily's side, he glanced down into the crib, ashen eyes scanning over baby Harry. He was alive. Though, he did have a rather odd looking cut upon his forehead, that didn't matter to him, now. He had a ray of hope. Harry had survived. Arms dripping downward, he picked up the bawling baby, holding him to his chest.
"Sh.." He gently soothed out, giving a slight sigh. Glancing down to Lily, heart leapt from his stomach to his throat. He couldn't stay here any longer. It was to painful. With Harry in his arms, he moved toward the door which he had entered, however stopped as a tall, looming person blocked his way. Hagrid.