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1. Peter Pettigrew Must Die

A large black dog sped spectacularly through the darkened streets of Godrick's Hollow. It was Christmas Eve and there was a hanging gloom which lingered the snow laden town. Suddenly the dog stopped and seemed to disappear as a man took its place. The man looked haunted as he stood outside a wreckage, the remains of the secret-house, the last of the Potters. No longer enchanted the blasted cottage shamefully stood out in the open. The building looked as if it would fall in any second yet simultaneously it stood remarkably still. Sirius Black released a howl as he dropped helplessly on his knees. He shook with grief as his worst fears were confirmed. His best friend, Lily... his godson.

A huge shadow caught Black's attention. Instinctively he whipped out his wand and sunk into the darkness. He watched the shadow emerge from the wreckage. The thing too seemed shaken. Black heard sobbing.

"Hagrid" Black sighed with relief. His voice was hoarse with emotion. The half-giant said nothing and walked towards him. Black then saw the bundle of blankets clutched in Hagrid's arms and allowed himself to feel a glimmer of hope. "Hagrid?"

Hagrid's tear stained face looked down at the once-handsome man broken with grief and aged by war. He clumsily handed the bundle to Black who looked stunned as he clutched the life in his arms and pressed it against his chest. The grief in his heart continued to pulse but it was numbed with the joy contained in his arms fast asleep. Harry lived. A fresh set of tears swamped Black's tired face. Harry lived!

Now the sadness ebbed away dominated by fury. Sirius seemed to be controlled by it as he robotically handed Harry to Hagrid. "Go to Dumbledore. Take my bike. It's parked by the the town centre. Take care of him."

"Sirius?" Hagrid asked puzzlingly. "Sirius! Oy!" Sirius had transformed and ran out of sight. Hagrid looked around wearily and with a final glance at the cottage, he too left the scene.

The house remained still, as though sustained by magic, a tragic beauty seemed to illuminate from the wreckage. Cutting through the gloom now was a sense of hope. This was the last destructive act Voldemort would have the power to do in a long time. Celebrations occurred in the Wizarding world. Even muggles sensed the end of the unexplainable despair. While they all gathered in jubilation Sirius Black hunted. Every drive in his war worn body was fired up with swift revenge. "Peter Pettigrew must die."

While Black hunted his prey fled panic-stricken in the form of his animagus; a common garden rodent. Peter Pettigrew was lost. His master had perished. The dark mark had faded leaving a mere shadow behind. The death eaters were being rounded up as he ran underground in the sewers. The Potter's were dead. Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore were alive. The order were out in the open. The chances of his survival were slim. Sirius's eyes featured again and again in his nightmares. Blood thirsty. Peter knew him well enough to know Sirius was after him and wouldn't rest till he had killed him. Peter squeaked with terror and he glanced around the alleyway before transforming and as quick as a flash he disapparated.

"Do we have no imagination?" Sirius taunted. Peter Pettigrew shook with terror as his attempt to apparate failed him. "Tut tut, is Peter trapped?" Sirius was thoroughly enjoying this but half of him was repulsed and it took great nerve for him to delay strangling the treacherous coward at first opportunity. He wanted Peter to suffer. The two men were in the Shrieking Shack. Black stood by the door lazily as Peter searched frantically for a way to escape.

"Sirius!" Peter pleaded. "It wasn't me"

"Save the lies" Sirius spat. "Haven't you had enough? How pathetic could you get I always wondered but I believe, yes, you've reached the all time low. Sacrificing your friends who have protected you, cared for you, loved you for what? To become a servant?"

Peter whimpered. "Sirius I tried to resist but I was under the Imperius curse, you have to believe me!"

"Crucio." Sirius calmly casted. Peter's rat-like squeaks echoed off the walls. "Believe you? You double crossing coward. Believe you?" Sirius's laughs joined the echoes of pain.

Sirius suddenly relaxed his wand. Peter lay on the floor, breathless. His dirt entrenched hair was sprawled on his face.

"No, the real question is. What to do with you?"

"Expelliarmus!" Peter had taken advantage of Sirius's back turned and now leered at Sirius who stood fuming at himself. Wandless and reckless Sirius wasn't about to let the rat slip away as Wormtail turned to apparate Sirius pounced in his animagi form, his claws sunk into Peter's back and they both spun into an ordinary muggle street.

People stopped to stare at the wild beast clawing the filthy looking man but before they could register the image the dog was now a man with a look of murder in his maddening eyes.

Sirius had resorted to muggle duelling, in his fit of rage he didn't even attempt to win back his wand but reached for Peter's throat. A panic stirred around him. Some muggles were screaming. "He's going to kill the poor man, someone call the police!" Sirius paid no attention to it. He was a man obsessed. He smiled like a cat that had got it's cream when his hands finally found itself around the traitor's neck, his weight forced Peter against the cold gravel of Christmas Day. Bells rang from a distant church. Families in their Christmas jumpers, children with their newly opened toys, couples kissing under the mistletoe and the town drunk with his bottle of brandy all witnessed a bang explode from the two strange men and screamed as the impact, in a matter of seconds killed half the witnesses. The force radiating from the bang was immense and violent but invisible. Buildings cracked and began to crumble. The melted snow turned to ice. The finale was the small mousy figure, who had escaped the taller man, shouting with tears pouring down his filthy face "Lily and James, Sirius! How could you!" Then another bang followed blinding everyone for a moment. Peter Pettigrew had vanished. His robes stood in the place he had been standing a bloody finger. Next to the bloody mess was a hole which had blasted through the street causing cracks into the infrastructure streets from the epicentre.

Sirius burst into laughter, cursing himself for failing to avenge his friends deaths. Without his wand he stood in the catastrophe and looked around and bellowed with laughter. Was he mad? Sirius thought so. In the next minute cries from the survivors surrounded him. The magical law enforcement squad had apparated into the street and Black was stunned mid-laugh and transported to the Ministry of Magic. Witness statements were filed. Memories wiped. A cover story placed. Journalists flooded the scene from both worlds as news went international of the deaths on Christmas day by a madman.