While Sirius was being informed of the recent developments. On the other side of the country Lily and James Potter had arrived back in the living world to the destruction of what once was the proud and unyielding presence that was Godric's Hollow. Now the entire house had been reduced to, a mass of rubble and overgrown plants, that had woven their way throughout the last of the structure which was still standing. As they sifted their way through the mess, they came upon one remaining photo that hadn't deteriated, from the weather and explosion of the house 16 years before.
The photo was of a baby Harry, no more than a few hours old, with a tired Lily, blissfully happy James and Sirius and Remus doing a little jig in the background. It was one of the few moments of the first war, when nothing else existed except what was going on in that room.
"James, the house is a mess. The villiage looks deserted and we have no idea where Harry is, how the heck are we going to find him?" Lily asked through the tears that were shimmering in her eyes.
"Lils, I don't know. Right now the only thing that matters is finding Harry and Sirius. The rest we will work out once we finds them." James answered, taking her in his arms, trying to convince her that everything would be fine.
Gathering the weeping woman in his arms James carried her out of what was left of their home and out into the dark of night, away from the nightmares which were associated with that building.
Walking out of the gate at the front of the house he apparated away, leaving the painful memories behind them.
A pop signaled Lily and James' arrival at the Potter Manor located in the South Yorkshire, not too far away from the Pennines. Passing through the awards surrounding the Mansion, to keep the muggles and unwanted Wizards away from the grounds. James and the now sleeping Lily were greeted by a House Elf by the name of Phillip.
"Master James, you have returned." Phillip gasped out at the sight of his long thought dead Master.
"Hello Phillip. Could you get the master bedroom made up and some food on the stove? I'm tired and hungry, if my mood is anything to go by then, Lily will want to eat something when she wakes up." James asked the bouncing Elf as he walked slowly into the Lounge and carefully deposited Lily onto the couch after making the dust covered sheet vanish with 1 quick flick of his wrist.
Sighing heavily he sank into, the high backed armchair across from the sleeping woman, falling into a peaceful slumber, knowing Phillip would wake them both when, he had finished cooking.
Whilst Lily and James recovered from their impromptu resurrection, the guests at Grimmauld Place were waking from a rather long deserved sleep.
The now clean shaven, hair cut, showered man that the night before was barely recognizable Sirius Black, arrived at the kitchen door. Pausing in the entrance, the dread that he felt the night before slowly started to creep its way back into the forefront of his mind, making each breath he took seem more controlled than the last as he tried to stamp down the urge to bolt and cry in the safety of his room.
Gathering what was left of the little composure he had, he reached out and pushed his way into the unknown of the kitchen, where within held, a sight he thought he would never see again.
All six of the Weasley children sat at the table, except Percy the prat, with Harry and Hermione mixed into the sea of red hair. Remus and Tonks sat near the head of the table, both blurry eyed, with large dark rings under their eyes.
"Harry." Sirius whispered to himself as he took a seat at the table, luckily for him, no one seemed interested in the new edition to the breakfast table, all but one that is, who followed him with eyes that were filled with undeniable curiosity.
Hermione was sat next to Ginny who had once again engaged her in a conversation trying to get all the juicy details about Harry put out of her.
Her attention drifted from Ginny as the kitchen door swung open, to reveal Sirius. One look at Harry confirmed that he had not yet seen his supposed dead Godfather; she turned her attention back to the man at the other end of the table. Her hawk like eyes followed his every move.
Once she realized that the man before her was in fact Sirius Black, tears welled up in her eyes, which in turn caught the attention of her ever observant Boyfriend.
Harry had spotted the tears in Hermione's eyes before she could blink them away. His focus went into finding the cause of her reaction. His eyes swept across the table to land on the same thing, that he would bet had made Hermione cry.
"Sirius!" He exclaimed, before jumping up out of his seat so fast that the chair made a rather loud bang when it connected with the floor.
The chair lay forgotten as Harry wrapped Sirius up in a hug that had both of them crying.
"You're supposed to be dead. How? It's not possible; Dumbledore said you couldn't come back." Harry reamed off as he took a step back from the hug, but leaving a hand on Sirius's shoulder not quite ready to give up all physical contact.
"Harry, give me a moment to take in how much you've grown. You're not the same boy as when I left." Sirius replied as he raked his eyes over the face of the boy in front of him.
The last Christmas that Harry spent with him here, at the death trap of a house, he was troubled and lost. A lost little boy, with no one to guide him home, from the cold, bitter war that raged on in his mind. Yet the man stood before him held no trace of that boy, in his place was a carefree and loved man, who had his whole life ahead of him.
Harry finally released his grip on his Godfather's shoulder to resume his seat next to Hermione. Taking hold of her hand and kissing the back of it, he turned his attention back to his Godfather, waiting for his tale to begin.
After being locked up in Azkaban for the better part of 12 years, Sirius had leant to be observant, and he quietly watched the interaction between his Godson and the young woman he already considered his Goddaughter. The scene before him reminded him so much of James and Lily the similarities between the couples was almost scary sometimes, then there were other times, where Harry and Hermione managed to still take your breath away and leave you wanting to find out more about them. Like looking into their souls to try and find the answers to all your questions about, love because with one simple glance at the young couple which sat before him, the love those two shared radiated off of them. Sirius wouldn't be surprised if their love lasted forever and a day, but even then they probably wouldn't have enough time together.
Coming out of his thoughts, he was caught up in the eager stare of each of the children sat before him, with each pair of eyes demanding an answer, which he wasn't sure how to give.
"The last thing I remember is…"
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