Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything accociated. Life is sad, I am sad, and now this story is sad. I'm off to take some happy pills...
Chapter 2 – Sirius
The wind whipped through his hair as he flew over the countryside. Panic made his veins throb and his heart flutter. It wasn't going to be good. That was the thought pulsing through his mind as he urged his motorbike to go faster. The thought consumed him, and as he saw the house beneath him he knew something was wrong.
He landed and jumped off his bike quick, sprinting over to the doorway. The door was on the floor. Sirius choked back a sob and ran forwards. It was quiet. Eerily quiet. It wasn't normal.
He stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath to try and suppress the shudders that were running down his body. He walked forward slowly, as if he would wake up something sleeping if he stepped in the wrong spot.
As he moved from one doorway to the next, he was afraid of what he'd find.
"James? Lily?" he tried to shout. Tried. It came out as more of a strangled whisper.
As he walked past a doorway, something caught his eye. No. It couldn't be. The panic that was threatening to rise erupted, and he walked shakily forward.
No. It couldn't be.
He let out a strangled sob as he saw his best friend's body crumpled on the floor.
"No, James! No!" he cried, kneeling down beside him. He touched James's lifeless body and recoiled. No.
He stood up. This couldn't be happening. It wasn't. But as he looked down again at James it was all too obvious that it was.
His thoughts and sorrows were cut short by a small sound from upstairs. A sound that usually wouldn't be heard, but since it was all too, quiet it slashed through the veil of silence.
Sirius took one look at James again and then left the room. He walked cautiously upstairs, silent tears running down his face as he remembered all the happy times he had spent in that house. He followed the sounds, and reached a doorway.
Harry's room.
And sprawled on the floor was Lily.
"No," he breathed, the tears still free flowing.
He fell to his knees, cursing Merlin with his eyes shut tight. He was brought out of his trance by a small sound. His eyes snapped open and followed the wall to the source.
Harry.
The small child lay whimpering on the ground. Sirius rushed over and scooped him up, holding him close and letting the tears fall as fast as ever. This wasn't fair. Nothing was fair anymore. How could this happen? A boy this small losing his parents. And as Sirius stared down at Harry, he noticed the scar on his forehead.
His thoughts strayed to Dumbledore. He'd know what to do. And slowly he walked out of the room, and out of the house, leaving the memories behind.
And that night, as he gave Harry to Hagrid, as he gave away the last living member of the Potter family, he gave away part of his life. And for as long as he lived Sirius would never forget what he saw the night they died.
A/N: Siniffle Pass the tissues please.