Potter is the New Black

Chapter 1

Sirius's Pov.

There was James on the floor dead. The James that held so much hope for life, the James that wanted only one thing and that was for Lily to be his wife, James Potter. The fool who had fallen in love so young, but stayed in love till the end. James Potter, the One With horrible vision; The One Who constantly was scolded by Remus to clean his glasses because the idiot hadn't realized just how smudged they are.
    His eyes were wide open with a glaze of death over them.
I was grabbing his shirt through teary eyes and shaking him.
"James, Prongs, buddy, old pale, idiot, please. Please this can't be how it ends," I was crying at this point shaking him and begging him to come back until I heard crying. A small child. I ran upstairs and gasped. I wasn't ready to see Lily, I hadn't prepared myself for any of this.
     Lily Ev-Potter, the most beautiful female in James eyes, the girl that changed us all, the most powerful, the most rebellious, and Damn it did I love her. She was like a sister I never had. But there she was stricken down even in death still gorgeous. Death couldn't take away her beauty, but it took away the fresh of breath air that she always brought to the room. The hot chocolate she famously made when I was over which I seemed to come over religiously.
I fell backwards holding myself up against a wall to support me as I ran a hand through my once gelled back hair that was messed up horribly. I held a sob in my hands, tears running down my face, as I get off the wall. I approach the crib.

      Little baby Harry had his eyes closed and a scare on his forehead. I lightly touch the center of his chest letting it rise to confirm he is alive. I let out a shaky breath as I hear another cry from the other crib- Y/n. I turned around to the other crib and saw her on her stomach crying into a blanket. I quickly remove it from her face and see a scar on the back of her neck.

I pick her up hushing her,
"Sh, sh, it's okay darling, Uncle Siruis is here." That was a nickname James came up with, "my, my, you've been really brave little one, your parents are very proud. You were so brave," I look over and freeze. There was... there was Voldemort's body. I felt fear creep in me, I held Y/n closely to my chest, my leather jacket covering her back as her tears stained into my white shirt. I walk over to the hopefully dead corpse. I kick him in the stomach, nothing happened, I kick him in the head, nothing. I set Y/n down for a moment and pick up Voldemort's body. Seeing the open window, I toss the body out of it.
   "Fucking bastard," I pick up Y/n and suddenly I hear someone coming up the stairs, it could be an enemy I reach for my wand, but it's not there.
    "Oh shit," I groan quietly, I needed to grab the kids and get out, but their shadow is in the door way. I only held Y/n and Harry was too far away. I also just threw a body out a window. I needed to go, now. I grab a baby swaddle that wrapped around the shoulder and place Y/n in it.
  I jump out the same window using the noseless bitch as a cushion. I run off across the street where my motorcycle was. Hopping that Y/n wouldn't wake I start it up as she laid against my chest awake, but not crying. I lift off the ground and into the air flying to the one place I couldn't stand, but still could go to- 12 Grimmauld Place, the Blacks Residents.

      As much as I hated it I knew I had to take Y/n there, it was the only safe place I knew of. Walking through the door I march with her straight into the kitchen and I set her on the table... then suddenly the fact that I held possession of a small child with out any idea how to raise one kicked in.

"Oh my god, oh my god," I started panicking I didn't know how to raise a kid like this! What were James and Lily thinking picking- I stopped for a moment my eyes dulling. I sit down at the table in front of Y/n. She looked at me with sad eyes almost as if she knew her parents were dead and that her brother had it be left behind.

"What are we going to do?" I asked her as if she had the answer. She pouted as if she too had no clue- which she didn't, but then her eyes sparkled a little and she smiled a toothless grin then squinted her face up. Her once red hair turned (y/h/c/darker/lighter shade), her eyes went from blue to (y/e/c/ different shade to your own), she then looked at me and smiled again.

"You're... you're a Metamorphmagus..." I shake my head, "well that still doesn't help love, although it is impressive."
Suddenly I heard shuffling in the closet. I knew that hiding spot user better than anyone else.

"Kreacher," i growled tearing off the door to see the old House Eld sneering.
"The mistress wouldn't like having you here." He growled at me and I glared at him.
"What have you been up to you old bastard?"
"Kreacher hasn't been up to anything, expect keeping scum like Siruis out of the house, but scum seemed to find its way in." I smirked at him about to say a sarcastic comment when I realized that saying these things wouldn't help my situation- huh funny that it takes your bestfriends deaths to mature so much...
"Kreacher, you've pretty much been the only actual parental figure for me," I say softly, "you cared for me even if you didn't care."
"Kreacher knows this and dislikes where Siruis is going with this."
"Kreacher. I need you to..." i sigh and look down already regretting everything I've already said, "I need you to help me look after y/n, I have no idea what I'm doing and-"
"Kreacher will not," I felt panic in my throat but hold it back giving Kreacher a stern look.
"Kreacher, by the power of the Black family and by law you belong to me. Now I need you to raise this child as if she were a part of this family- in fact she is. She is Y/n M/n Black and you will raise her as such," I smirked proudly, "because you have no choice."
Y/n started crying and Kreacher gave me one last sneer before taking her into his arms and suddenly disappearing.

"I hope upon Merlin's Bread Hes not eating her," I sigh and I sit down at the table now exhausted, but then a thought struck me. Someone told Voldemort about Lily and James with Harry and Y/n... my god was it? No it couldn't of been. No, no I'm right and I know it. I shouldn't doubt something so true.

        Peter Pettigrew is the reason why Lily and James are dead, Peter Pettigrew one of my own friends killed them. Peter Pettigrew the boy who was cheeky and knew just how to keep McGonahot distracted. Peter Pettigrew... the boy who was a trader, the boy who will die tonight.

I slip on my coat and Kreacher appears behind me.
"Mistress Y/n is asleep," he grumbles and I sigh looking up at the stairs.
"Thank you Kreacher..." I put my hand on the door knob.
"Where is Siruis going?"
"Out... if I don't return in a week, take Y/n to Aruthur Weasley, he'll know what to do."
Just like that I left. Why? Because I had a rat to exterminate.

((So I made another Harry Potter fanfic which I have been collaborating with @Jungkook876 and we have a lot of plans for this new fanfic, I hope you all enjoy it!!! The next chapter will be out very soon))

Bonus:

     As they carried me off to Azkaban I looked up at the Grey skies and thought just for a moment.
    I was going to be a dad.