The Marauder's Mess

Godric's Hollow.

It had been hours since the attack, Hagrid holding both children closely to his chest in shock. Dumbledore had informed him to move Harry to his Aunt and Uncle's home, and was of course to do so. But what he didn't know, was that there was a second child in the home.

In his arms, Hagrid looked down at the sleeping baby Harry, a gash of a lightening bolt freshly carved on his otherwise perfect baby skinned forehead. In his other arm, a slightly older baby, Brandi, was still awake. 

Hagrid was entranced by the girl. After everything she had just witnessed - the deaths of three people, the end to the war, the explosions, she hadn't shed a single tear. 

No, instead, Brandi was consoling baby Harry, hushing him to sleep in her toddler arms, protecting him from Hagrid and refusing to let Hagrid take Harry from her sight. He couldn't help but giggle at the tiny girl's enormous attitude and stubborn nature - she was feisty, brave, and had a personality bigger than his stature.

Soon enough, a second visitor arrived. 

"Hagrid!" a breathless Sirius Black cried as he clumsily and desperately threw himself from his motorbike, arms out to embrace the children he loved so much. "Thank Merlin they're okay," he sobbed, still unable to mend his broken heart. His two best friends had been killed tonight, and left behind their son and their legacy. 

Sirius had felt an immense amount of heartbreak in his life, but this stung differently. There was something so savage and cruel about the young being taken away.

"I have to take Harry to the Dursley's, Dumbledore and Minerva are gonna be there waitin," Hagrid informed in a small and shaky voice, also completely blindsided by the death of the order members. 

Sirius looked confused. "But he's my god son, he should be with me!" he argued, tears returning to his previously dried grey/blue eyes. 

Hagrid felt for the man, he did. But he knew there was no way to find a solution right here, and he had to follow through on his orders. "I'm sorry, mate. Dumbledore's orders are final."

Sirius knew in his shattered heart that the safety of the children could only be guaranteed if they were away from this world for now. Harry was an orphan now, left by two of the most forefront order members. The ringleader may have fallen, but the safety of the soldiers wasn't yet guaranteed.

More to the point, Sirius had to hunt a traitor before he could rest. 

He would settle down and raise Harry - it was destiny. But not until the scum that betrayed his parents was taken care of.

Sirius needed to find Peter Pettigrew.

Reluctantly, he gave a small nod to Hagrid, signalling he agreed to Hagrid taking the kids temporarily. He would return once Pettigrew had been handled. Justice was waiting.

He kissed the sleeping baby on the head softly, before kneeling down to a still wide-awake Brandi. "You be good for Hagrid, yeah Bran?" he warned the small girl, his heart already partially mending at the sight of her innocence and bravery. 

Little Brandi nodded clumsily with a thumb in her mouth, unable to speak eloquently but still understanding the man in front of her.

And with that, Hagrid was left in charge of the two babies, off to meet Dumbledore and solve the next question - what would become of Brandi?