Chapter Text
October 31 1981
when Sirius arrived outside the Potters house, he knew he was too late. The house had been blown apart. The once tidy cottage was missing a front wall and coated in a fine layer of dust (which was admittedly the smallest issue at that moment.)
Sirius steppes precariously around the bricks on the floor and went in through the archway of the front door. He tried to ignore James laid on the carpet. He didn’t want his last memories of him to be of a broken, lifeless body. In death James face relaxed, showing the start of lines. Wrinkles that would have one day shown a life of love and laughter. Numbly he removed James glasses and closed his eyes. He could have been sleeping if Sirius didn’t know better.
Sirius knew better.
Leaving his best friend, he walked up stairs. He braced himself to see Lily and Harry. He still wasn’t ready.
Lily was in a heap on the floor. She had been stood in front of Harry’s crib. Gently he lifted her up. She had gone stiff, which didn’t help him. He placed her body onto her bed. Her eyes were already closed. Had she expected it to hurt?
Sirius shook himself. He couldn’t think like that.
Finally, Sirius turned to Harry. He felt tears well up in his eyes. This was real. He reached for Harry, his wonderful godson, he could practically hear Lily telling him not to wake up her son. Then the tears started falling.
Sirius noticed something. Harry’s chest was rising and falling. He was alive!
Harry started to wake up, and Sirius stood in a blown apart bedroom rocking him back to sleep.
Sirius didn’t know how long he held Harry. He did know when Hagrid arrived. He loudly blew his nose and moved the rubble to get to the house. Sirius walked down to meet him.
“Evening, Hagrid” he said, not looking away from Harry.
“Hello, Sirius” Hagrid sniffled again, “Dumbledore sent me to fetch ‘arry”
“No can do I’m afraid. He’s not going anywhere”
“Dumbledore said-”
“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN WHAT HE SAID!” Sirius’ explosion woke Harry. He started to cry.
“It’s okay, Padfoot's here” Sirius said softly, going back to rocking him.
“Tell Dumbles to talk to me himself. I’m going to Remus’ he’ll know how to look after Harry”
Hagrid stepped in front of him.
“He’s my godson, Hagrid, don’t make me jinx you”
With a deafening crack, Sirius disapparated.