What If? By Spunky
Summary: What would have happened if Hagrid had given Harry to Sirius that fateful Halloween night? Misunderstandings, pranks and a very mad Hermione.
Disclaimer: If Harry Potter was mine, would I be writing Fanfiction? None of this belongs to me so everyone else can battle it out arguing that it's theirs. Let me know who wins.
Author's Note: Let it be known that the characters in this story are alternate universe characters. They will behave differently then they do in the books because they have lived their lives differently. However if they act differently, reasons will be give for their change in behavior. They are not Out of Character (OOC) in this story because the situation is different. I have done my best to make the behavior changes realistic. Everything up to when the Potters are killed is the same as is described in the books.
I've left this story alone for too long. I suspect everyone is furious with me, however keep this in mind. I originally wasn't going to finish this at all. My computer broke, my brain drained of ideas and I didn't want to write another one of those boring Hogwarts train rides. So, once I had a few months to think and I got a new computer, I came up with a magnificent idea. Why not skip it all together?!?! You will find an author's note tucked in this story somewhere giving a brief synopsis of the train ride and the sorting. Hopefully no one will be upset with that. It's the only way you will get more story.
I solemnly swear I am up to no good!
Sirius Black raced to Godric's Hollow on his beloved motorcycle. Something was wrong. He knew it. When he had arrived at Peter's house that night to check on him, he was nowhere to be found. Closer, closer, closer he raced. Precious minutes passed quickly as he flew through the night sky. And then, he stopped.
He had arrived at the Potter's house. But, there was no house standing where there should have been. There was only some ruble, a cruel reminder of the house that was once there. And then he saw their bodies. James and Lily, his two friends lay there with the life sucked out of them. He started shaking.
"Sirius? Yer okay?"
Sirius turned and saw a giant of a person towering over him. It was Hagrid, a good friend of his, James, Lily, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin. "Oh, my- Hagrid, tell me I didn't just see what I thought I saw."
"I'm sorry Sirius."
"James and Lily, and-, and- Harry, dead. Oh my god." Sirius was white with shock.
"Sirius-" Hagrid started.
"Please tell me this is just a dream." Sirius mumbled.
"Sirius-" Hagrid tried again.
"This is all my fault! How could I be so stupid?"
Sirius looked up startled. "What?"
"Harry's not dead."
"What?" Sirius's jaw dropped in shock.
"Harry's not dead." Hagrid repeated, "He's right here." And sure enough, in Hagrid's gigantic arms was baby Harry.
"But, how?" Sirius stumbled to find the right words "The- that spell. It destroyed his house. How could a baby survive anything like that?"
"Dunno, You-Know-Who tried to kill 'em. See that scar on his forehead? That's where it hit 'em, anyway, You-Know-Who's gone."
"Yep. I don' really know what happened but somethin' about Harry stopped 'im."
"Give Harry to me, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, I'll look after him."
"Sorry Sirius, Dumbledore said Harry was ter go ter his aunt an' uncle's."
"Hagrid, please. You have to give him to me. You don't understand."
Hagrid looked at Sirius with sympathy, "I'm sorry Sirius, I'm sure yer can talk ta Dumbledore later an' git Harry then."
"Hagrid, have you ever met his aunt and uncle? They're the biggest Muggles' this side of the solar system. They'll be awful to him."
"I'm sure Dumbledore knows what he's doin'."
"Dumbledore hasn't met them either. I didn't believe anyone could be so muggle before I met them. Please, Hagrid. I'm begging you. I need to do this."
Hagrid thought for a minute, "Okay." He handed Sirius, Harry. "Be careful with 'em now. Yer don' want 'em fallin' off that bike o' yer's."
"Thank you, Hagrid." Sirius said as he mounted his motorcycle with Harry, "Good-bye."
And Sirius rode away.
It was almost morning, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was in an uproar. The students lying in their beds strained to distinguish words from the shouts of fury coming from the Headmaster's office.
"Dumbledore, how could you let Sirius get Harry? You knew he was James and Lily's Secret Keeper!" Remus Lupin plopped down in one of the chairs in front of the Headmaster's desk.
Dumbledore looked pointedly at the angry man sitting in front of him. "Remus, I'm as upset about this as you are, but please! Try to keep your voice down. You'll wake everyone up."
"You're right." Remus said quietly after a few deep breaths, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been yelling at you. It's not your fault. I'm just so upset. I mean, I can't believe Lily and James are gone; Harry, he was just a baby, and Sirius. I didn't think he had a mean bone in him, and he's a Death Eater. I just can't believe it."
"You blame yourself." Dumbledore said. It was a statement, not a question.
Remus looked up in surprise, "Yeah... I- I guess I do. I just keep thinking, I should have figured it out, should have warned James and Lily..."
"I also blame myself." The old Headmaster said.
"But it wasn't your fault. You couldn't have done anything about it."
"I know, but at the same time I keep thinking that if I had changed one thing, asked them one more time if they wouldn't rather have used me as their Secret Keeper, they might still be alive. You can't change the past Remus, only the future. So you see, it's your fault as much as it was mine."
"Then why do I feel so guilty?" Remus murmured.
"Because you cared about them, as we all did." Dumbledore stood, "It would be unnatural to not feel guilty because you were their friend, and friends care about each other."
"I thought Sirius was my friend, no, our friend, and look at what happened!"
"Well, unfortunately there are exceptions to every rule." Dumbledore paused. "Now it's almost time for breakfast, would you like to come down and join me?"
"No thank you, I think I'll stay here if you don't mind. I need some time to think and sort things out."
"Very well, if you ever need to talk, you know where to find me."
Dumbledore left the room, leaving Remus alone in the Headmaster's office with his very confused thoughts.
While Remus was pondering Dumbledore's words, Sirius was searching for a temporary home for him and Harry. He wasn't having a very good time with it though. He had tried to keep his mind clear and not think about James and Lily being... well... gone, but any glance at Harry brought tears to his eyes. Finally, when his vision was impaired by tears making it impossible to steer, he pulled out of the sky and into a nearby alley. He turned the bike off, sat down on the ground and cried.
"I'm so sorry. James, Lily, this is all my fault. I told you to use Peter and look! Look at what happened! I trusted your lives in him and he was the spy! How could I, for a minute, believe Remus was the spy? It should have been obvious that it was Peter, I mean, when he transformed he was a rat! A rat!" Sirius stood and kicked the wall. "How could I let you die?" he whispered.
There was dead silence for what seemed like eternity. Then a baby's cry penetrated the stillness.
Sirius scooped up Harry to try and pacify him, "It's all right Harry, go back to sleep." Sirius rocked the baby gently, but Harry wouldn't be soothed. "I know, you miss your parents, don't you? So do I, but I won't let anything happen to you. We'll get through this. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, heck I haven't got anywhere else to go. Your parents appointed me your guardian and I'm not about to abandon that position now." Harry cooed. "That's the spirt! Since I'm not exactly the Wizarding World's favorite person right now, we'll just have to live as Muggles, and I'll be dammed if you aren't the best muggle Marauder in Europe!"
And with a slightly higher temperament Sirius took to the skies again.
"We are here today to morn the loss of Lily and James Potter. They were exceptional and affectionate individuals, as well as great friends to anyone they knew. We will miss them greatly."
Albus Dumbledore proceeded on, but Peter Pettigrew wasn't attentive. He was panicking. He hadn't expected his Lord to meet his downfall at the Potters. And now, one word from Sirius and he'd be in Azkaban, or worse, perhaps even have his soul sucked out of him. Just the thought made him shudder. But everyone seemed to believe that Sirius had been the Secret Keeper and, as long as Sirius didn't show his face, Peter was more than happy to use him as a scapegoat.
Peter focused his attention to the people surrounding him. A few of them were glaring at him, namely Lucus Malfoy, Walden Macnair and Barty Crouch Jr. who, due to their positions in the ministry, could not back out of attending the funeral without arising questions. He carefully avoided their eyes. He knew they blamed him for Voldemort's downfall, but he had been as suprised as they were.
Dumbledore finished and people came up to offer condolences. Peter was too busy attempting to appear grief-stricken to have any more time for thought's.
Sirius had a plan. He knew the Auror's were probably looking for him in both the Magical and Muggle world's, but lucky for him, they were oblivious to the fact that he was an Anamagi. Therefor he had his pick of Muggle homes for Harry. He studied the families throughout England that night, trying to find a perfect home for him and Harry. Finally he found them...