Hiya, all! This is a one-shot fic that I decided to make out of the blue. I’ve never made a one-shot before, so you can see that I’m really excited. It’s about Sirius Black on the night Lily and James died. *sniff* Stupid Pettigrew, I wish he goes and dies in a hole. So yeah, there’s my little author’s note. Hope you like it, enjoy!
Sirius Black had great friends, a great job-to-be, and a great home. If you knew nothing about him, you would think that he wasn’t worried sick at all, that he couldn’t be happier, and that the world that he lived in wasn’t in grave danger every second, every minute of everyday. You wouldn’t think that he couldn’t relax for a moment, that there was no way for him to contact anyone for he could be intercepted, and that anyone he did not know wasn’t to be trusted.
He was sitting in his dark living room, now, staring at nothing in particular. Every now and then his body gave a slight nervous twitch. Something didn’t feel right, but not as it always did everyday; something that he had done felt as though it was going to cause some kind of a disaster.
Just a few days ago, he had persuaded his trusted, best friends, James and Lily Potter, to change their secret-keeper from him to Peter Pettigrew, another best friend. Well, he didn’t seem so much like a best friend, now. He had been very frequently off somewhere without informing anybody that he was leaving, nowhere to be found. But tonight, Peter was to be at his hiding place and Sirius was to check up on him.
The nervous twitches were occurring more often now, bothering Sirius more than ever. It was driving him mad. One more twitch, and he just might sprint out the door.
Unable to take it, he took out his two-way mirror. James had the other one, and if he didn’t answer Sirius’s calls, then there certainly was something wrong.
“James Potter,” Sirius said, looking into the mirror. However, instead of seeing James’s cheery face, he saw his own, staring back at him with a worried look. “James Potter!” he exclaimed, now annoyed that James was taking so long to answer; but something told him that James couldn’t answer…
Swearing, Sirius chucked the mirror away. His eyes were then drawn to his beloved motorbike that he had received for his birthday more than a year ago. The way it shined and the way it was just sitting at the corner of the room was making Sirius twitch even more; after five twitches, he cracked.
He quickly put on his robes, took the motorbike outside in the dark, and hopped on it. At once it gave a roar of life, and the next thing Sirius knew, he and the motorbike were floating in the air. He accelerated.
The cool rush of wind couldn’t even drive away his continuous twitches. He turned his motorbike east, planning to check on Peter.
A few minutes later, Sirius landed by the Peter’s small hiding place that was usually bright inside (Peter was afraid of the dark). But tonight, it was pitch-black. Sirius hurried to the door, and opened it without knocking.
It was completely empty except for the furniture. He swallowed, and called out loudly, “Peter?”
But there was no response. Sirius turned on his heel, knowing that there was something wrong, and hopped back on his motorbike to go to the Potters’.
When Godric’s Hollow came into sight, Sirius let his motorbike drop a few feet. He focused his vision on the house that he knew to be the Potters’, and his insides turned ice cold.
He wasn’t aware of landing on the ground. He wasn’t aware of walking, almost ghostly, toward the house that he knew to be always full of brightness and warmth. The door seemed to have been forced open, because it was open and nearly falling off. Sirius gulped, and stepped inside, his wand drawn.
“James?” he said softly, his voice slightly shaking. “Lily?”
But the house was coldly silent. There was no light. It was even darker when he entered the living room.
At the sight, he dropped his wand, which landed with a clatter, and immediately wished that he had never come.
On the ground was James, laying still and his eyes wide open and empty. Sirius dropped beside him, refusing to believe something that was so obvious, something that was so horrible —
“Prongs,” he murmured quietly, “Prongsies, wake up, please, stop faking —”
But he knew that this was no fake —
“James, get up, stop it, you stupid show-off —”
His best friend had been so good, and possibly the best, at Quidditch —
“Please, James, wake up,
wake up, I know you’ll wake up —”
But he knew that James would never wake —
He was shaking uncontrollably, and small tears were beginning to stream down his cheeks. He looked up to see a cracked picture frame with a picture of James, Lily, and their one-year-old son, Harry.
“Lily,” Sirius whispered, “Harry.”
He took a deep breath, and closed James’s open eyes. Slowly he stood up and stared at the stairs ahead. He began to make his way toward the stairs. Halfway through the hallway, he turned back to James, almost expecting him to be up and ready. But James was as still as a rock. Walking away from him now seemed like the most difficult thing in the world, but Sirius knew he had to check on the other two.
He climbed up the stairs that seemed to never end, but they did. At the top, he stared at the ajar door that led into Harry’s room. Forcing his legs not to give way, Sirius carefully opened the door, his wand drawn again.
His heart almost stopped at what was inside.
“Lily!” he cried, crawling up to her; she was on the floor like James, and her eyes were also open and glassy.
Sirius lost control yet again. “No — not Lily, too — please —”
Her emerald eyes had been so full of happiness, but now they were hollow and empty, just like James’s hazel ones.
“Lily…” Sirius said, tears streaming once more. “
Lily…”
She had been so smart… she could have been successful in any career…
Sirius closed her eyes. He kissed her forehead softly, and began to search for Harry. But as minutes that felt like hours passed, he never found the little baby.
“No —” he muttered, looking everywhere in the house, “no — not Harry, too, I need him — Harry — please — Harry?”
Sirius ran outside calling Harry’s name. And maybe he had gone a little mad, because he hopped on his motorbike and even searched the sky, though he knew there was no way Harry would be in the air. Almost about to give up, he landed on the ground; he was unaware of a gigantic form shadowing him.
“Sirius?”
Sirius whirled around, shocked, and almost thinking that it had been James who’d spoken. But it was Hagrid. And in his large arms was little Harry, wailing.
“Harry!” Sirius cried hoarsely, relief swimming over his body. Then he looked up. “Hagrid — James — they’re — Lily —”
“Calm down, will yeh, Sirius,” said Hagrid. He was looking solemn, and tears began to form in his eyes. “I know — Lily an’ James — You-Know-Who —”
“You-Know-Who?” said Sirius. “Voldemort killed —?”
Hagrid began to sniff. “Yes! And don’ say the name — oh, it’s terrible —”
But Sirius wasn’t listening. Voldemort had murdered two of his best friends. And it looked as though he had also tried to kill their son, but failed.
Silently Sirius took Harry from Hagrid’s arms. Hagrid has started to sob hysterically. The gamekeeper didn’t notice Sirius walking away slowly.
“Harry,” he said quietly; immediately, Harry’s face brightened. Giggling, he grabbed Sirius’s hand.
“Hi, Harry,” Sirius mumbled. “You okay?”
Harry merely stared at him. And that was when Sirius noticed a cut on his forehead. It was the shape of a lightning bolt. Sirius sighed, and rubbed it. Harry whined.
“Does it hurt? I’m sorry.”
Harry smiled. “Mommy! Da-da!”
The thought of James and Lily nearly drove Sirius to tears again. “No, Harry, they’ve gone somewhere far, far away. It’s just you and me now. I know you’re not understanding a thing I’m saying, but I just want you to know that everything will be okay. Don’t worry, Harry, you’ll be safe with me, don’t worry…”
Harry just looked at him curiously, his eyes round. Those emerald eyes reminded Sirius of Lily’s, and he was a little at surprised how they were the exact same. Suddenly, two huge hands took the baby out of his arms.
“I can’ leave him ter yeh, Sirius,” said Hagrid, having just stopped crying. “I have ter take him ter Professor Dumbledore — his orders —”
However, Sirius wasn’t listening. “Give Harry to me, Hagrid, I’m his godfather, I’ll look after him —”
“No, Sirius, Dumbledore said Harry was ter go ter his aunt an’ uncle’s —”
“Hagrid, please, James and Lily wanted me to take care of him if they — if they —”
“But Dumbledore — you know Dumbledore, he always has his reasons, I can’ give Harry ter yeh, I’m sorry —”
“But James and Lily wouldn’t let him be their secret-keeper, didn’t you know? Hagrid, I’m begging you, they would have wanted me to —”
“No, Sirius, I can’ disobey Dumbledore, it was his orders.”
Suddenly, something clicked in Sirius’s brain. Secret-keeper — Peter’s empty, dark house — James and Lily dead — Voldemort —
“I am afraid we may have a traitor on our side,” said Dumbledore gloomily. Everybody looked at each other nervously.
“Who is it, Professor?” asked Lily.
“Please, Lily, do not call me ‘Professor’. You are out of school now. And I don’t know who it is, I’ve just been informed that there is a traitor.”
Everyone began muttering to each other, anxiety appearing on their faces.
“I bet it’s someone that we never expected,” said Sirius. “Someone hopeless, someone that no one really knows exists —”
“Like Wormtail?” suggested James; they laughed.
Nothing else mattered to Sirius just now.
“… I can’, Sirius, maybe yeh —”
“I won’t need it anymore,” said Sirius abruptly, pointing at his motorbike.
“Wha’?”
“I won’t need my motorbike anymore. You can borrow it, I don’t care. I have something else to take care of. See you, Hagrid.”
Sirius looked at Harry, who was attempting to reach him, and without another word, he left. He would kill Peter Pettigrew in a few hours, a few days, a few months, or even a few years, no matter what. He would kill that damn traitor for betraying and killing James and Lily… and snatching them away from Harry.
That Night - Sa9+ 
(love Sirius alot)-Megzy
It's so sad! And yet so good! I love it! *Tries to hold back tears*
