Wolfstar Oneshots

October 31, 1981

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Description: My version of how Sirius found out what happened on October 31, 1981. This will be mostly canon, but with a twist at the end. Pretend Remus is at home rather than on Order Missions or something.
Story:
Sirius just knew. He just had this feeling that something was wrong. He couldn't shake the feeling the whole day.

Remus seemed a little uneasy as well, but he didn't voice his feelings.

As the two sat eating dinner, Sirius pushed his food around his plate with his fork. "What's the matter, love?" Remus asked softly.

Sirius shrugged. "When's the last time we heard from Peter?" He asked.

Remus looked take aback for a second. He thought about it. "Uh, two weeks? Two and a half?"

Sirius frowned and pushed his plate away. He stood kissing Remus's forehead. "I'm gonna pay him a visit. Make sure he's alright. I just have this bad feeling."

Remus nodded as Sirius grabbed the keys to his motorbike and a helmet. "Alright well, watch out for the trick-or-treaters."

Sirius offered a smile and a nod before slipping out the door.

Sirius revved the engine on his motorbike and took off into the sky, heading to where Peter still lived with this mother.

But he wasn't home. And his house was a mess.

Sirius's bad feeling intensified tenfold and he tore out of the house, flying to Godric's Hollow as quickly as he possibly could. 

His bike skidded across the driveway making a horrible sound as it did so, his precious motorbike that he loved so much. 

He felt weak in the knees as he approached the door and went to open it, only to find that it was slightly ajar already. He felt sick as he pushed the door open, terrified at what he might find. 

He felt his heart break clear in half when he saw James, his best friend in all the world, lying there on the floor, just past the entryway. He collapsed to his knees beside James, the breath knocked out of him in such a violent way that left him gasping. 

"No," he murmuring, eyes quickly filling with tears as he grabbed at James's shirt. "No, no, no. Please, no. James. James!"

He couldn't believe it. He couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't. He'd just talked to James and Lily the day before, just saw Harry the day before. He couldn't wrap his head around it. His...his brother. 

He put his ear to James's chest, begging any entity in the sky to please, please, please let him be alright. But the familiar thump thump thump of James's heart wasn't there to greet him. 

He was dead.

And Sirius screamed until his throat was raw. 

Lily, Sirius thought and he pulled at his hair, stumbling away from James and up the stairs to the nursery. He saw her through the open door, laying sprawled on the ground beside the crib. Her hair was spread around her head in a serene scarlet halo. 

Sirius fell to the ground against the wall. He couldn't go in there, he just couldn't. He couldn't bear to see Harry. He could just imagine it, his precious little godson, dead in his crib. As if he were asleep. 

But then Sirius heard a sound from the nursery. His head shot up, eyes filling with just a little bit of hope. He stood on shaking legs and stumbled into the room, being careful to step over Lily so as not to disturb her.