No, James and Lily just couldn’t be dead! It just couldn’t be true!
I ran as fast as I possibly could, to the near extent of exhaustion. I didn’t care how tired I was, that just didn’t matter.
I went to Peters hiding spot, trying to see if he was there, so I called out to him. “Peter!” I got no answer from him.
I was really scared, scared out of my skin.
What did this all mean? That Peter was a traitor? No, it just couldn’t be.
Then I just understood everything, it was like something inside of me clicked.
Peter was so weak and pathetic, so talentless. I was just so sure that Voldermort would come after me, that he wouldn’t even think of going after him.
How could I be so bloody stupid? Peter was the traitor, not Remus.
I shook my head; I just couldn’t get the fact that Peter could betray them out of my head.
You are so dead. I growled in my head.
As much as I didn’t want to believe it, something was telling me that they were both dead.
I could feel a huge lump inside of my throat, I tried to swallow it down but it just kept on coming up.
I searched everywhere for them, far and wide, but still no sign.
Godriks Hollow! Of course, why the hell didn’t I think of that before, oh god, I’m just so stupid sometimes.
Then all of a sudden something came to me. Why was I running when I could just disapparate. So I took out my wand and concentrated on getting to Godrics Hollow.
When I got there, everything was in ruins, and something just wasn’t right. There was no sign of even a struggle.
I don’t like this; I don’t like this at all.
I stepped foot into their house, hoping against hope that they were alive, but I knew that wasn’t so.
My heart was beating so loud that I could hear it, my breath coming out in ragged gasps.
I walked over a bit more and noticed my best friend, James. He was just lying on the floor, unmoving, dead.
My throat became really tight, salty burning tears sliding down the sides of my face. Then I just gave out a long angry cry.
I knelt down beside him, fully broken down, touching him as though that would make him wake up.
I wiped furiously at my eyes, trying to rid my face of those salty tears but every time I tried, new ones would take its place. I knew that I had to go and try to find Lily.
I got up and searched more of the house, finally spotting a red head. She looked just as James had. I fell down next to her, my legs no longer able to support me, my whole body shaking, it just wasn’t fair, and it had all been my entire fault. I was the sole reason why they were dead. Well, partly, but still mostly mine.
What if my Godson Harry Potter, James and Lily’s son were dead? No! I didn’t even want to think about it. Then I heard something, I strained with both my ears to make out the noise. Could it be? Yes, it was.
I walked over to where the crying baby was.
When I got there, I saw that Hagrid was holding him, trying to comfort him.
I walked over to where he was and demand that he give Harry to me cause I was his Godfather and he was my Godson. “Give Harry to me Hagrid, I’m his Godfather.” I demand, wiping my tear strained face with the back of my hand.
I moved both my arms towards the bundle in Hagrid’s arms.
“No, sorry Sirius, bu I’ve got te take Harry to ‘is Aunt an Uncles, Dumbledores orders.” Says Hagrid, looking down upon little Harry.
I then realised that Harry was wailing really loudly. I just wish that I could hold him.
“But I’m Harry’s Godfather, if anything were to happen to his parents then I was to take care of him.” I said really desperately, I was about to break down yet again.
Hagrid looked sorry for me. Like I really cared, all I cared about was getting Harry.
“I’m sorry Sirius, bu you jus can’t have ‘im.”
Then I just knew that Hagrid would not give up Harry, I knew that I had lost and Hagrid had won. Then I suddenly broke down, clasping my hands towards my face, I cried heavily into them.
I then felt someone hug me, trying to tell me that everything was going to be fine. I looked into his face and saw Hagrid, he pulled me closer and I just fully broke down, crying really heavily into his chest, Hagrid rubbing my back and trying to comfort me as best he possibly could.
After my cries started to dye down, he let go and went to grab Harry from where he placed him, his cries still so intense.
But before he could grab him I quickly apparated to him, picked him up and held him close to my chest.
“OI, GIVE ‘IM ‘ERE, I’M SUPPOSE TA TAKE ‘IM TE HIS AUNT AN’ UNCLES.” His screaming voice practically shook the whole house.
There was no way in hell that I was going to give up my Godson. I had a determined look on my face and when I had no one could tell me otherwise, and by the look on Hagrids face he also knew that. I saw him storming his way towards me, demanding that I give up Harry, but I just stood my ground. “YOU ARE NOT GOING TO GET HARRY CAUSE I’M NOT GOING TO LET YOU!” I hollered back.
“Now be reasonable, Black!” he was trying to say in a would be calmed sort of voice.
“NO” I yelled, Hagrid wasn’t going to get him and I wasn’t going to allow it.
I could hear Harry crying himself hoarse in my arms, I gently rocked him in my arms to try and calm him down but he just wouldn’t stop. I’d just have to try a different approach later on.
Hagrid was holding out his arms for me to hand him over but I was very reluctant. My patience was starting to wear very thin and Hagrid was starting to back away from me. Perhaps it was the determined look upon my face.
Good, I thought. Let him be scared, like I’d really care or give a damn.
So I just got out my wand and disappeared from his view with Harry in my arms.
I was here,
here I was,
was I here,
of course I was