Insomnia driven drabble, review if you like, ignore if you don't, peace.

When he felt the wards over the Potters home fall Sirius Black fell to his knees and began gagging.

He blithely reflected that the sweet scent of the tea he had been preparing and rather quickly spilt on the floor hadn't helped his disposition in the slightest. That may have been due to his rather thoroughly scalded knees keep in mind, but that was complaints for another day.

As he pushed himself to ignore the wafting scents of his misplaced tea soaking into the worn oak floorboards Sirius collapsed further in on himself as he tried to absorb what had happened moments before, many miles away.

The problem with that was that he was in agony. He felt it, in his heart, he knew his brother had died, and Sirius felt a piece of himself die with him, and he couldn't help letting out a maniacal laugh as he realized what happened.

Peter, his good friend and often times confidant had betrayed their brother and sister to the Dark Lord, and that could only mean one thing really.

Peter Pettigrew was a Death Eater, and he had sold out James and Lily Potter to the dark blighter himself.

"Harry!" He spat out in horror as the rebounding magics finally wore off. Harry, his Godson, his little, tiny, adorable cousin, he was in danger but...he hadn't felt his death. Unlike with Lils and Prongs he could easily tell the truth, little Prongslet was alive, and frankly that was all that counted.

Pulling himself from the pathetic heap he had fallen into Sirius cast a few cleaning charms on himself and quickly apparated to Godric's Hollow, and upon taking in the sight of the Potters home, he felt his stomach drop.

The little cottage was demolished, nearly the entire second floor was simply gone, small fires burning on both floors sputtering in the winds. Sirius gripped his wand tightly, as he marched through the front door, soon finding his bro...James, laying in a heap at the foot of the stairs, closing his eyes gently Sirius could only mutter two words.

"My brother..." Taking in a deep breath Sirius took James' wand in hand and closed his eyes in despair. Weep later, protect your Godson now.

Nodding he made his way up the stairs and entered the all too familiar nursary of his Godson, who was staring at the prone body of Lily Potter in confusion.

The little boy glanced up at Sirius and upon recognition moaned out a cry of, "Pafoo, save mama!"

Sirius wanted to throw up, but instead prowled forward to Lily's dead body to close her eyes as he had for James, but then he froze.

Her eyes followed him, and her lips were moving, if barely. Sirius stared at her a few moments in utter shock, before his resolve hardened. Stomping over to the changing table he shoved several nappies and a stuffed deer (Oh Prongs...) plushie into it before slinging it over his shoulder.

Reaching into the crib he plucked Harry out and hefted him on his hip before approaching the still prone Lily, and took her hand. With a thought, they where in London, in a flat bordering the Thames, and he smiled.

The Aurors would want answers to what happened to the Dark Lord, they'd want to know what happened between him and the Potters and what had happened to him. Dumbledore, the man he had trusted to protect his family would want to know how Sirius had known about Peter's betrayal, and Moony... Well, he'd send him a card once the ferry got them to France and he had secured Harry and Lily in a safe house, otherwise...

"Fuck all of you, I'm taking my family home."