Hush now, I'm here

This couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare. But he knew that it wasn't. The pain was too real.

Tears dropped from Sirius' eyes down on the floor beside James' body. He clenched his fist around the fabric of James shirt, turning to the roof and screamed out his pain and grief, like a werewolf howling at the moon. He bowed his head again, eyes closed when his chest started to hurt from the lack of air, gasping and sobbing.

But then he heard it: a small cry, almost as a response to his own. Sirius held his breath and slowly lifted his head, to look at the staircase. The cries continued, and he soon realized that they were coming from a child.