The Time We Lost Everything
The time they lost James was also the night they lost Lily and all trust in each other. Sirius was called an enemy, Peter was named dead, and Remus found little joy in anything.
Sirius was the one who walked through the ruined house to find the body of his dearest friend upin the floor, eyes still open, seemingly untouched and only sleeping if not for his eyes being open as is the way of the curse. Sirius, choking of a sob, closed his brother's eyes before moving on into the house to find what else had been done to the family of those he had loved so dearly.
Upon the sight of Lily laying on the floor, peaceful again if not for the fear still showing in her eyes, he dropped to his knees and moaning piteously. He had been at their wedding, been at the birth of their child. They had only so recently begun to live, Sirius knew best that they were the last ones who deserved to die.
He heard a soft coo, his head snapped up to take in the sight of young Harry, still in his crib and seemingly too young to comprehend the sight before him. He let out a shuddering breath and stood, carefully avoiding Lily as he moved over to the crib to lift him out.
The child gurgled softly and gave a soft cry and Sirius hushed him gently, providing his with a finger to hold, "There there little Harry, Unlce Padfoot's got you. Don't cry, everything….Everything will be alright. We aren't lost yet my little friend."
Peter had run for his life the moment he had called for his master, knowing all too well the danger he feared most. The wrath of Black who would surely be after him and where Voldemort would kill with a single spell; fast, simple, and condescending, Black would not be so kind.
Sirius found him with little effort much to Peter's distress but it mattered not. Peter, as he often did, despite his reputation, had another plan.
Black was called a murderer by morning.
Remus had been on a mission, an errand really when he had heard the news. When he was told second hand what had become of his closest friends. Dead. In their home that had meant to be protected by the one they had trusted the most to never spill the secret. Sirius Black.
Remus felt lost. In one night he had lost all that had ever been dear to him, James, Lily, and Peter were all dead in one night and Sirius, the one James had called his dearest friend, the one HE had called his dearest friend, had betrayed them all.
He didn't even get to see Harry before he was sent off to the one place he belonged the least.
He wasn't allowed to see Sirius either, before he was sent to the place he belonged the most. It was probably due to the fact that they all knew he'd kill him if he saw him again.