Sirius Black stepped through the mangled front door of the Potter's house. He wiped a leftover tear from the corner of his eye and leant against a wall to compose himself, this time without Hagrid. He had just said goodbye to his best friend's son. Possibly forever. The last remaining thing of James' and he might never see it again.

Sirius slowly opened his eyes and turned away from the door, ready to face the horrors that lay ahead of him. He rounded the corner into the hallway that lead to the stairs. He hadn't prepared for the sight that was set out for him to see.

Tears sprang to Sirius' eyes as they took in the sight in front of him. His best friend lay limply in the middle of the hallway. His body appeared to take control as his feet lead him over to James. His arms wrapped themselves around James's torso. Sirius pushed his face into his best friend's still chest and cried into his shirt.

Knowing that Lily was upstairs, in a similar state to James, Sirius avoided the staircase. He knew that seeing James was enough; he didn't need to see Lily too.

Eventually, he was able to tear himself away from his dead best friend, a friend that had been like a brother to him. Sirius left the house, trying hard not to run back in, crying and sniffling. He turned when he heard a snap ring through the air. Even from the end of the street, he could tell that it was Severus Snape. Severus ran into the house, and Sirius had a feeling that he wouldn't care about James, instead he would only search for Lily.

Sirius ignored him and apparated away from Godric's Hollow, no longer able to keep the emotions from raging through him.