Alone.
The House in Godrics Hollow stood,
Completely ruined, splintered wood.
The bricks and mortar crumbling.
The crowd assembled mumbling.
Pushing aside the empty crowd,
And up to the gate a man, once proud.
But hollow now, and clammy faced,
Tearless Black stood, his grief encased.
His friend’s bodies were just inside,
Lily and James Potter had only just died
Would their bodies still be warm?
Hands enclosed, as was the norm?
According to the rumours not all had died.
The latest Potter was still alive,
Unlike his parents, one yet breathed
His forehead scarred, unusually cleaved.
But the baby, little Harry,
Asleep, unaware he was unordinary?
Or crying for a mother, who could not come,
Beating on his crib as if it were a drum?
It was all his fault, all down to him.
His guilt bubbling up to the brim.
Convincing James to change the secret keeper,
Trusting over him, the traitor, Peter.
And now at this point, a trial was set,
To convict Sirius of his best friend’s death,
Naming him now was Dumbledore,
Unaware of the fact that there was more.
A push, a shove, a giant hand on his back,
‘You okay, young Sirius… Sirius Black?’
How could he be okay? The thought made him laugh,
But then Hagrid had his godson, whose face half
Like his father and half like his mother,
And Sirius knew the baby was safe like none other,
Because Hagrid was brining him to him,
And Harry would make him happy right up to the brim.
Sirius and Harry, Harry and Sirius,
The ecstasy he felt he could not impress,
They would be together! Like Sirius and James,
And he would take Jam-Harry to his first Quidditch games
But then his heart sank, as he asked for the child,
And Hagrid replies with a look in his eyes, wild,
That Harry,
Was going to Surrey.
And the world crashed again.
And his bike was gone then.
And he began laughing, and it sounded insane.
And he was arrested before he could explain.
And Sirius was alone.
Alone by The-heir-of-Gryffindor
Story Notes:
None of it is owned by me, I'm only a lowly fanfiction writer.
All work is JKR's, who incidentally lives down the orad from my friend...
Chapter Notes: Again none of it is mine.
All is JKR's and we should bow down to her greatness.
Chapter Endnotes: Well there you go, I hope you enjoyed, and thanks to my beta, Siannie.
Annie/ Natures Nobility