Lilly and James Potter are dead.
Sirius held his head in his hand as his mind raced.
Lilly and James Potter were killed by Voldemort. Somehow their son survived and was coming to live with him. The dark lord was gone. Killed by the very kid that he was now the legal guardian of. Sirius couldn't believe his long time friend was dead. Betrayed by a man they once trusted. He was dead as well. Voldemort had made sure of that.
Everyone was celebrating. The dark lord was gone so, why shouldn't they? But Sirius didn't feel like celebrating. Neither did Remus who had come to live with him. They had lost to people very dear to them that night.
Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle woke the two men from their thoughts. Stepping outside of the hidden house he lived in Sirius watched as a giant of a man on a flying motorcycle landed in his front yard. He was handed the small boy wrapped in a blanket. There was a lighting shaped scar gracing his forehead, the only sign that the dark lord tried to kill him. This boy was famous throughout the wizarding world. They were calling him "the boy who lived." Sirius was glad Dumbledore had asked him to raise the boy if not he would've gone to his aunt and uncle both muggles that wanted nothing to do with their magic relatives. They never would've told him about the amazing things his parents did for all he knew the Durselys could've claimed Lilly and James died in a car crash.
It was that night with a giant man on a motorcycle flying above the clouds that was when Sirius with Remus's help promised that he would give Harry Potter the best upbringing ever.