I've Got You

Prologue

"No, please, you have to let me explain! I need to see Harry! I need to make sure he's alright!" Sirius leaned against the bars heavily, desperately. The aurors sneered in his direction before moving away from the cell. Sirius knew then that they would not even stop to listen. Why had he been so stupid? Why did he have to go after Pettigrew? He did this to himself. He allowed himself to be framed by that little rat he once considered a friend. He couldn't imagine what this was doing to Remus. Oh Merlin, Remus.

Sirius moved to the farthest corner of the cell, sliding down the cold wall to the floor. What was he going to do now? His eyes slid closed as he tilted his head back. Maybe Dumbledore would make them see reason. Sighing, he tried to remain calm, after all, he could only wait for now.

He tried to keep himself busy, thinking of everything he needed to say to explain himself. He wondered how Harry was and where he was. He wanted nothing more than to just hold his Godson in his arms. A lump formed in his throat as his mind strayed from his Godson to his best friend. James.

"This is all my fault. . I should have never trusted anyone else to protect you." Sirius banged his head against the wall behind him.

"Mr. Black." A morose voice came from the opposite side of the bars.

"Dumbledore. Sir, please you have to convince them to let me explain. I didn't kill Pettigrew."

Dumbledore held up a hand, silencing the younger man quickly. His blue eyes burned into Sirius's, however Sirius never never looked away.

"Sirius, I have convinced them to give you a trial -"

"That's great!"

"Sirius, listen to me. They have agreed to grant you a trial, however, the Wizengamot is wholly convinced you are a murderer."

"Sir, you must believe me. I implore you."

"You are willing to undergo veritaserum testing?"

"I will do whatever it takes to convince them. They have my wand already, they can see for themselves the last spell I cast."

"Very well, Mr. Black. I will let them know that you have agreed to their terms." Albus's eyes seemed to twinkle slightly, or perhaps it was the shadows playing tricks upon Sirius's eyes. The elder man moved to leave, but not before Sirius called,

"Can you tell me how Harry is? Is he safe? Who's looking after him? When can I see him?"

"Easy now, Mr. Black. Harry is quite alright, currently he is with in the care of Arthur and Molly Weasley."

"Are you sure he is safe with them? Are they all well protected?"

"Yes, they have as much protection that could be gathered. Now, I must send a letter to the immediate family."

Sirius scoffed, the old codger couldn't possibly be serious.

"Meaning Petunia Dursely? Sir, forgive me, but that ding bat doesn't give a rat's arse about Lily. She's made it perfectly clear to Lily, as well as J - James." His voice trailed away as breath shuddered from his lungs. Hanging his head, Sirius's hands clung to the bars in front of him.

"I wouldn't be so sure of her feelings, Mr. Black. She did lose a sister, no matter the outward feelings she may have shown."

With those final words and a swish of his robes, Dumbledore left. Sirius moved back to his place in the corner. There was nothing he could do now, but wait until his trial date arrived. He closed his eyes, and simply fell into a fitful sleep. His dreams filled with images of two of his best friends, lying in their own home never to breathe again. James' glasses askew upon his face, his wand still lying on the couch. Lily, in Harry's nursery, hair strewn around her face almost like a halo. Harry, in Hagrid's arms, just out of reach.