Death and Hope

It was cold and silent in the shack when Sirius arrived. Darkness seeped across the room like death itself was standing just out of reach, sending more chills down his spine.He wonders distantly if that's the last thing James saw, he is sick over the thought.It had been two hours since Sirius handed tiny baby Harry into the humongous arms of Hagrid and sent them off on his bike to hide out wherever they were going. Sirius hates that he can't know, but if he's caught and tortured he can't give up information he doesn't have.or Peter has betrayed them but they don't know it until the last second and denial is rough *not done and not sure how often I'll be able to update but i will do my best*

This is like a rough approximation of cannon that just ends with non cannon. Let me know if i miss any tags for anything. Sorry for any wonky bits its been a few years since I've written fanfic