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Peter wasn’t there. He wasn’t in his hiding place. I stared blankly around the empty space, and saw no signs of a struggle… Which meant Peter had to have left of his own volition. My stomach dropped and I swallowed, scratching my unkempt hair and releasing a shuddering breath. I had spoken with Lily and James about Peter just yesterday, and after hearing them say he hadn’t contacted them as of recently I had told the couple he would check in on the man. His lack of contact could mean he had been killed… Or worse, captured. But the order of Peter’s accommodation… How undisturbed it was… It was unsettling.
If he had been caught or killed, some sign of a struggle should have been evident, but there was nothing to even suggest Peter had been here in the last few days. Which was incredibly worrying.
I knew I had to get back to Lily and James. If Peter was gone, one of two things could have happened. Peter could have been kidnapped (or murdered) after leaving his hiding spot, or he could have succumbed to the pressures of the wizarding war, and ratted out his friends. As the rodent-like man rarely left his hiding spot for fear of being discovered or confronted, the former was very, very unlikely.
Everyone knew that Peter worshipped James, but Peter was also a coward. James and I had frequently joked as teenagers that Peter had clearly snuck into Gryffindor, as he was the least brave person we had ever known. A coward was a very dangerous thing in a war, cowards were the first to jump ship. They switched between teams depending on who they thought had more chance of winning. If Voldemort had discovered Peter was the secret keeper of the Potters, then Voldemort would know where the Potters were.
I kick-started my motorbike, having fled the hiding place as quickly as I had realised something was wrong, and drove straight to the residence of my best friend. It was a good thing that it was dark, because at that very moment I could not care less about being seen. My priority was getting to James and his family, and finding them safe.
“Let me be wrong…” I pleaded to myself beneath the dull roar of the wind, when something caught my eye and made my stomach drop even further. The bitter taste of bile fought its way up my throat, and I tightened my grip on the handles of my beloved bike.
There were flashing lights by James and Lily’s home… Muggle police cars.
I brought the motorbike down safely a small way from their home, riding it normally the rest of the way with my heart pounding uncomfortably hard in my chest. That was when I saw the house, and almost heaved.
It was completely destroyed… Completely obliterated. Muggles were swarming all over the place, and I felt myself pushing past them towards a familiar face. Or rather, a familiar silhouette. My stomach rolled in discomfort as I took in more of the scene, and I watched as a police officer walked past, photographing the ruins of the Potter household.
This couldn’t have been happening. This just could not have happened. James and Lily couldn’t be dead… And Harry… Poor little Harry.
My best friend and his wife were only twenty one… They shouldn’t have died. It wasn’t fair. I hoped more than anything that what I was thinking was wrong, and that I had completely misinterpreted the situation. Maybe just the house had been destroyed. Maybe they had gotten out… If they had, they wouldn’t be here, so it made sense that I couldn’t see them.
“Hagrid… Hagrid, did he find them…?” I breathed behind the hulking great man, questioning the obvious. Hagrid turned at the sound of my voice. The large bearded man held a small bundle of blankets in the crook of one arm, and he blinked hard at the sight of me behind him.
“Sirius!” He exclaimed, his voice sadder than I had ever heard it, though I was now paying more attention to the ‘blankets’ that were moving in the half-giant’s arm.
“Is that Harry…? Hagrid, what happened?” I asked huskily, my voice low and desperate. The police moved around them, barely noticing their presence.
“Sirius… He… He-who-must-not-be-named… He got ‘em. He killed… He went inter the house and he killed Lily an’ James! I don’ know what happened ter their bodies, but I found Harry in the rubble… Big gash across his head… Apparently Dumbledore heard summat had happened, he told me to come get Harry, an’ take him to his Uncle an’ Aunt.” Hagrid babbled, his voice hoarse and full of emotion. I could see clear tear tracts in the dirt on his face.
“Oh Merlin…” I whispered, my eyes burning as I swallowed thickly and reached my arms out towards Harry. “Hagrid… Please, give him to me… I’m his godfather.”
“I’m sorry, I can’, Dumbledore’s orders were very strict. Take Harry ter him..." Hagrid sympathised, using his free hand to rub his face before sniffing loudly. I groaned, pushing my hair out of my face and looking around.
“Can you take me to Dumbledore too…? I need to know what’s going to happen to Harry, he’s my god child, James and Lily legally named me his guardian should something like this happen!” I insisted urgently, dark eyes flickering to the now visible face of my god child. I almost recoiled at the sight of the vivid red mark across his forehead, shaped similarly to a lightning bolt and surrounded by dried blood.
Upon seeing the mark, confusion overwhelmed me. How was Harry even alive? Had James or Lily managed to take down Voldemort, or had the man fled the scene before finishing the job…? That didn’t seem likely.
Those questions would have to wait, because right now all that really mattered was getting Harry somewhere safe. If Voldemort was still around, he could come back. Harry needed to be moved, quickly.
I raised my eyes back to Hagrid, my expression imploring. The dark haired man sighed, grimacing slightly.
“I guess it couldn’ hurt, you are his god father after all.” The man allowed, walking back the way I had come with Harry whimpering in his grip.
“How’re we getting to him?” I murmured, following him at a steady pace.
“Well, I’m meant ter be meetin’ him at Harry’s Uncle’s…” Hagrid hummed, and it finally dawned on me what this meant.
“Dumbledore wants Harry to live with muggles??? Rather than his appointed guardian?!” I snapped, feeling somewhat betrayed by Dumbledore’s decision, until it dawned on me what must have led to it. Dumbledore thought I was the secret keeper of James and Lily’s whereabouts. So he thought I had outed them.
“I dunno… I didn’ ask.” He shrugged, and I believed him. Hagrid wasn’t the suspicious type.
“I’ll send a patronus to Dumbledore, asking him to meet us. I need to talk to him about Harry… I don’t want him to live with Lily’s family, from what I’ve heard her sister and her were estranged. Lily’s sister used to insult her for being magical, and I don’t want Harry growing up with someone like that.” I reasoned, drawing my wand now that we were a safe distance from the Muggle police.
Hagrid didn’t argue, so I took that as his consent. I cast the charm after a few measly tries, my heart not really in it. It took me a while to think past what was happening and bring forth a happy memory.
My memory was leaving my family, and the warm reception the Potters had greeted me with. I’d never felt more welcome or more loved in my entire life.
‘Dumbledore, I know what you think happened, but you’re wrong. Let me explain… We need to talk about Harry.’ I sent with my wolf-like patronus, before leaning back against the wall and sighing heavily. I looked at Hagrid through the wave of black hair that had fallen into my face, and my eyes found Harry once more.
“Can I hold him, please?” I appealed, holding my arms out. Hagrid looked down at Harry, who was still grizzling and whining unhappily. He sighed a little, holding my god son out to me.
“I’m sorry. Things are jus’ a little overwhelmin’ right now, I dunno what to do…” The large man averred as I took the small boy from him and held him in my arms.
“I know, what actually happened…? Why is Harry alive? The whole reason Lily and James were hiding was because Voldemort wanted Harry…” I questioned, holding the green eyed boy close to my chest. I was so thankful he was alive, but looking at him and seeing how much he resembled his parents hurt, now that I knew they were both dead.
“He-who-must-not-be-named, as far as we know… Won’ be back. Dumbledore thinks he’s dead. His spell backfired… Or summat… That’s why Harry has that wound. It’s from magic… I don’ know why, you’ll have to ask Dumbledore.” Hagrid theorised, shrugging, and blinking hard when a silver phoenix appeared between us. I held Harry closer, scared of what Dumbledore had to say.
“Hagrid, I’m sending Fawkes to pick you up. Bring Sirius and Harry.” The old wizard’s voice informed us from the mouth of the patronus, before it dissipated.
It was ten quiet minutes later when we saw Fawkes appear, and Harry had long since fallen asleep in my arms.
“I’ll hold on-ter Fawkes, you hold onto my arm.” Hagrid dictated, holding out his arm as he grabbed the phoenix’s tail. Fawkes had obviously been instructed not to depart without me, as he didn’t take this as any indication that he should leave yet. I pulled my coat tightly around myself and adjusted Harry’s blankets around him before ensuring I had a firm but gentle grip on him. I then took Hagrid’s arm, and we were in Dumbledore’s office in seconds. All I had felt was a slight tug, and then my feet landed softly on a padded carpet.
“Mr Black.” Dumbledore addressed me, with a voice that was not kind. I turned to face him, still holding Harry against my chest, only to meet blue eyes that showed little compassion.
“Albus… Things aren’t what you think.” I insisted before he could say anything else, gently rocking the black haired boy in my arms.
“Can you give Harry to Hagrid, please? Whilst we talk.” My old headmaster asked firmly, giving me the impression I had little choice in the matter. As much as I didn’t want to let the boy out of my sight, I knew arguing would only make me look worse, so I handed him to Hagrid slowly, making sure not to jostle him too much. I then turned my attention back to the man I had grown to respect, frightened of what he might do to me.
I had always known him as a kind, mirthful man, so the change was disconcerting.
“Thank you. Hagrid, could you take him into my room? I’ve constructed a temporary bed for him there. Stay in there with him, under current circumstances I don’t want him left alone.” He continued, eyes on me the entire time.
“Tha’s fine.” Hagrid faltered, and I saw him glance between us in confusion before moving to the other room. Once the door had clicked shut behind him, Dumbledore sat, and gestured for me to do the same.
I sat opposite him, waiting for him to try to kill me or call the Minister to take me away.
“Things are not the way they seem?” Dumbledore inquired in a disbelieving tone, his eyes rooted to mine.
“I know what you think has happened, Albus. But if I had told Voldemort where James and Lily were, do you not think I’d have taken Harry and left rather than calling you?” I noted, chewing my lip and shifting uncomfortably in the red and gold chair I resided in.
“That would be a logical course of action, but for someone who was so apparently fond of their friends turning them in wasn’t a logical course of action either.” He postulated, pouring himself a small amount of a dark liquid from a bottle on his desk. I tensed, wrinkling my nose at his comment.
“I loved James and Lily… Like they were family. A better family than my own. James has never done anything but look after me, I would rather die than betray him.” I stressed unhappily, my heart throbbing painfully just at the thought of my friend’s death. I hadn’t had time to mourn, or address his absence. I would never, ever, intentionally do anything to harm the Potters, let alone send a mad man after their son. I loved Harry like he was my own child.
“That’s what has confused me. But you were their secret keeper, so there really isn’t any other option.” Albus allowed, watching me over his half-moon glasses and sipping his drink.
“I wasn’t their secret keeper. James and I thought that I was too obvious a choice, and that Voldemort would figure out that I was protecting them. So, we reassigned Peter, without telling you… Retrospectively, that was a bad idea. You should have been consulted, but that doesn’t change that you weren’t and that Peter Pettigrew caused Lily and James’ death. If I hadn’t found Harry alive with Hagrid, Albus… I’m not going to lie, I’d be out there hunting him down to kill him.” I confessed, slouching back in the chair and glancing at the door Hagrid had left through. I wanted to know Harry was okay. “If you don’t believe me, you have my permission to use veritaserum on me. I don’t have anything to hide, and I swear what I just told you is the truth. I can even show you the memory of me and James changing the secret keeper if you still have that memory-bowl-thing.”
“Veritaserum would be most unreliable with you Sirius, but I have to say that you give the most believable option. I know you, and I don’t think you would betray James. I also know James, and suspect he would believe you were too obvious a choice, even if you were the most loyal. He’d think you were in too much danger being his secret keeper too, so very likely to request a change, or agree with one had it been suggested.” Dumbledore admitted, and I sat up in my seat, having not expected such faith from the man. “Why would Peter betray James though? The man adored the two of you.” He mused mirthlessly, frowning and sipping again at his drink.
“Because Peter is a coward. I overlooked it, when we made the decision to choose him… I suspect Remus would have been a much better choice, but I thought at the time that he was working with the werewolves, rather than with us.” I huffed, my eyebrows knitting together in anger at myself.
It had been a stupid decision, and it put James and Lily’s blood on my hands…
“Pettigrew will need to be found… The Potters murder is on his hands, now that Voldemort is gone.” Albus decided, standing and walking to the perch beside his desk to stroke Fawkes. “Fawkes, take a message to the Ministry for me.” He told the bird, gently ruffling the breast feathers of the elegant bird. He wrote down a quick message and sealed it with wax before handing it to the bird, who immediately departed in a flurry of flames. “I have informed the ministry that Harry is alive, and that Voldemort killed the Lily and James because Peter Pettigrew told him where they were. They will have heard vaguely what has happened, but a search needs to be conducted into finding Peter as soon as possible, before he has a chance to escape.” He informed me, before returning to his seat.
“Do you know why Harry survived, Albus? Hagrid said he found him in the remains of the house, and he’s only got a wound on his forehead… No substantial injuries. How? Voldemort wanted to kill him.” I required, putting a hand over my mouth to stifle a yawn. It had been a stressful, exhausting day.
“I think… When Voldemort entered the residence of the Potters, James died first. I believe he put himself before Voldemort to give his wife and child the opportunity to escape. When Voldemort caught up with Lily and Harry, Lily tried to protect Harry with her life. Making herself a human barrier between Harry and Voldemort. Voldemort killed her. What she would have done was cast a protective enchantment over Harry with this act, and the fact that she would sacrifice herself for her son proved her love, and left Voldemort unable to hurt Harry. When he shot the Killing Curse, not expecting this protection, the spell rebounded with force, and destroyed him. Along with the Potters’ house. Love is an ancient magic, and this isn’t the first time I’ve heard of it protecting people. I don’t specifically know what transpired, but I can make an educated guess given the evidence.” The old wizard proposed, taking a long sip of the alcoholic smelling drink in his hand. I felt my eyebrows knit together and I bit my lip to hold back the hot sob that tried to force it’s way up my throat.
“That sounds like something the Potters would do…” I admitted hoarsely, clearing my throat and exhaling shakily.
“Sirius, I know this is hard for you, but do you know where Peter might have gone…? Anything that could help?” Dumbledore sighed quietly, watching me carefully over his half moon glasses.
I breathed in deeply, thinking this through. It only took me seconds to realise how Peter could hide. But it meant outing myself and James as criminals.
“Peter… Peter is an unregistered animagus.” I disclosed, hanging my head and sighing, running a hand through my unkempt hair. I had to tell him. I didn’t care about going to Azkaban for it, so long as I saw Peter there. “He turns into a brown rat. I… I know this because James and I trained to become animagi at the same time.” I hammered the last nail into my coffin, deeply ashamed now that it had come to this. Being an unregistered animagi meant that Peter could get away, all because we had thought it’d be cool to keep it a secret and help Remus…
Dumbledore picked up a piece of parchment and began writing on it, before sealing it with wax just in time for Fawkes to return. “Take this to the Minister.” He ordered. Fawkes took the parchment, looking a bit confused at a second trip but left again within seconds. He was reporting me, he had to be reporting me…
“I’ve just informed the ministry of Pettigrew being an unregistered animagi. In a few weeks when things have calmed down, I’m going to tell them that you’ve been training as an animagus beneath me like Minerva did and you’re going to get yourself registered. Are we clear…?” My former head teacher queried, tilting his head and me and watching me closely. My heart leaped in my chest as I stood so quickly my knees hit the desk and I almost crumpled back into the chair.
“Thank you so much Albus, thank you-” I gushed, my pulse racing. I felt dizzy with relief and Dumbledore leaned over to put a hand on my shoulder, steadying me and halting my rambling.
“I’m doing this for Harry. I was going to move him in with Lily’s family because I thought he had nowhere else to go, but you are his Godfather and he needs you.” He told me firmly, making me swallow hard and nod. “You best take care of him. Is there anywhere you can stay, other than your flat…? I think you should steer clear of your documented address just until things have calmed down, in case any Death Eaters go after you.”
“I… I don’t know…” I muttered, blinking and thinking hard about it. Then it struck me. The one place no one would ever look for me. “I could go to Remus… Everyone knows we’ve been distant lately, and not a lot of people are even aware of his connection to the Order. Harry and I would be safe there, at least for a while.” I insisted, smiling mirthlessly.
“I think that’d be a smart move… I can have Wolfsbane made upon my commission, which I will give to Remus so that he keeps a level head during transformations and is no threat to Harry.” The wizened old man allowed, playing idly with the end of his beard. “We’re currently in the middle of the full moon cycle, so I have time to find Wolfsbane before Remus’ next transformation.” He dictated, nodding to himself. He pulled out his wand and Sirius thought he saw a silvery shape emerge from it, before disappearing through the closest window. “I won’t keep you any longer Sirius, you look dead on your feet. Take Harry to Remus, I will call upon you soon. I’ll send a member of the Order to further ward Remus’ house in the morning.”
“Thank you, Albus… I’ll owl you as soon as we’re settled. May we use your floo?” I breathed, a relieved smile lighting my face as Dumbledore left and returned with Harry, who was fast asleep.
“Of course.”
Author's Note: I fell in love with the idea of writing a fic about Harry being raised by Sirius and Remus. I've always wondered how good a parent Sirius would have been had he had the chance to take Harry in after Lily and James' deaths. This story will be my interpretation of what I think could have transpired, with the added shipping of Wolfstar. Though I can assure you, things aren't going to work between Sirius and Remus immediately, nor are things going to run smoothly for the two of them. Raising someone else's baby is no walk in the park.
Please do rate and review my work, and if you have any questions pop them in a review for me to answer at the bottom of a future chapter. I will try to address any query you might have. If you notice any spelling mistakes or grmatical errors please do point them out to me, I wrote this late at night so it may not have been proof read amazingly :)
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