There was a small crowd of Muggles when Sirius Black drove by on his motorbike.
"There's a house! A bloody house just appeared!" a man said to a couple of women. Sirius felt his face pale.
"Excuse me," Sirius said to the man. "Did you just say a 'house' just appeared?"
The man looked at Sirius wearily. "Yes, I reckon I did."
"Over there! It's the house with a bloody hole in it!" the man exclaimed, as if it were obvious.
"****," Sirius muttered under his breath, and jumped off his motorbike, not bothering to turn off the engine.
Sirius shoved various people out of the way and jumped over the gate. There were no people in the yard, they were just observing the wreckage from afar.
Tears stung Sirius' eyes. He was hoping and praying that this, this was only an accident. There was no Dark Mark, that had to mean something!
"Lily! James!" Sirius called, running through the garden.
Sirius burst through the front door, screaming, "LILY! JAMES!" But there was no answer.
Sirius took not but two steps when he heard a soft crack. Sirius looked down and laughed nervously.
He had stepped on James's glasses.
"P-Prongs? I stepped on your glasses." he stuttered.
Sirius looked around again, his best friends glasses in his hand. He took a few more steps, and dropped the glasses. Behind the couch was James.
"James!" Sirius cried, and flung himself next to his friends side. "James, wake up mate! Wake up!"
There were heavy footsteps outside. Was it Him? Voldemort? Sirius pulled out his wand, tears pouring from his eyes.
"Sirius?" Hagrid's booming voice asked.
No, it was Hagrid, not Voldemort. Sirius returned his attention to James. His eyes were still open, still open, but they were empty.
"J-James," Sirius sobbed. "Wake up. Y-you pro-o-omised this wasn't going t-t-to happen-n. You s-s-swore you would-wouldn't die. You s-s-swore!"
"Come on, Sirius. Let's go." Hagrid gently pulled Sirius from James' dead body.
"No!" Sirius howled, weakly fighting Hagrid.
"Sirius, lets go. He's dead. There ain't nothin' you can change. I'm sorry," Hagrid bowed his head. "James was a good fellow. Poor Harry."
"Harry? Isn't Harry, should Harry be dead?" Sirius asked, pushing his hair out of his face.
"Harry's here alive. See?" Hagrid lowered the unseen bundle. There, in Hagrid's arms, was Sirius' Godson.
"Here, Hagrid. Give him to me. I'm his Godfather," Sirius sniffed, trying to gently take Harry from Hagrid's arms.
"Sorry, Sirius. Can't. Dumbledore be wanting him."
"Fine, take, then take my Bike. I won't be needing it anymore," Sirius turned to look at his dead friends body.
"Erm, okay then. I'm sorry, Sirius. For Harry's own good." Hagrid said, and left.
Sirius turned and keeled by his dead friend. "Don't you worry James. I'll kill that rat. I swear I'll kill that damn Rat."