Hello all to the first chapter of this story! This is my first foray into the Wizarding World, but I hope you like it. I tried to put the events of October 31, 1981 and November 1, 1981 in order as best I could from Sirius's point of view. Hope you guys like it. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"This is so much fun!" The girl screamed as she was tossed into the air by a tall, handsome man with shoulder length black hair. Soon enough gravity reclaimed her and she landed in his arms. Her shiny blonde hair bounced as she was caught, covering her amazingly bright blue eyes. "Why don't you come over more often? You're so much fun!"

"I'm sorry." Sirius Black said softly as he set her gently back to the ground. "I wish I could, my dear, believe me. But I can't come visit you all the time. There are other people, my friends, that need me to visit them too." He put a hand on her shoulder. "Do you understand?"

She frowned. For a moment her eyes flashed purple before returning to blue. "But you have to stay here!" She complained, crossing her arms adorably.

"I'm sorry. Believe me, I want to stay. But I can't." He sighed, then added, "How about I make you a promise? If you can be as good as you can for your mom and dad over there, I'll be back before you know it. Does that seem fair?"

The girl stared at the ground considering his words. She held up a hand and all of her fingers except her pinky finger curled up to a close. "Pinky promise?"

Sirius smiled and connected his pinky finger with hers. "Pinky promise."

Another man walked over. He was a few years older than Sirius, but looked as though he could still be attending Hogwarts. He smiled at his daughter. "Come, Nymphadora. It's time to eat dinner." Nymphadora glumly marched away towards her house. She waved to Sirius before disappearing from sight behind the door.

"It's a good thing you dropped by, Sirius." The man said softly, his smile waning. "I fear she is far too lonely. The unpredictability of her being a Metamorphmagus has scared all of the nearby Muggle children, so she doesn't really have friends. They all think she is a freak. On top of that no one else from Andromeda's side will acknowledge we even exist. Andromeda has taken it really hard, and poor Nymph hasn't seen any of her cousins but you. You visiting means a lot to us."

"I'm just sorry I can't stay longer, Ted." Sirius said. "You truly do have a great family, and a wonderful daughter. It's just a shame my family is too pigheaded to realize it. Bastards, the lot of them. They don't know what they're missing."

"Thank you, Sirius." Ted said sincerely. "That means more to hear than you could possibly know. Nymph needs a friend."

"I was speaking from the heart, Ted. Your family is great, loads better than mine." Sirius said. He put his hands into his pocket, pulling out keys. "I'm sorry but I must be going. Peter never returned my owl so James said I have to go check up on him. You never know what might be the problem with him these days." He shook Ted's hand. "Give Andromeda my love. It's a shame she has to work at these hours."

Ted shrugged. "Just the times, I suppose. See you around, Sirius."

Sirius walked to the massive motorcycle parked just outside the fence of the Tonks property. He started it and it rumbled to life, far louder than any lion. He waved to Ted before hitting the gas, jerking forward. Once he had built up some speed he flicked a switch with his thumb and the giant bike lurched, bouncing upwards. Suddenly it was in the air, floating off the ground. Sirius pulled back on the handed and the motorcycle climbed higher into the air. Soon enough he was high into the sky, capable of seeing the lights of homes and cars in all directions. He turned north, and he was on his way to visit Peter Pettigrew. He cast one last look at his cousin's house. It was a cute, small little thing. Sirius liked it, because it kind of reminded him of James and Lily's place back in Godric's Hollow. Both were nice places to raise a kid.

Sirius let his thoughts melt away for a moment as he soared through the air. He never felt as free as when he did when he was flying. Bike, broomstick, even carpet, it didn't matter. It just felt amazing. Sure, he wasn't as good a flyer as James, but that didn't mean he liked the skies any less. It was so empty up here, without the troubles that plagued the world down below. All that was up here was clouds. Just clouds. It was so free, and so peaceful.

At around fifteen minutes later Sirius saw the small cottage Wormtail had called home for the past two years. It was a pathetic thing, breaking apart and only big enough for a single person. Or rat, Sirius thought wryly. Even so, it was situated on one of the most beautiful little hills Sirius had ever seen. A short thing, covered in flowers. Or at least it had been when he last saw it. Now the flowers were withering away, a poor reflection of the hills previous splendor. "You've really let this place go, Wormtail." Sirius muttered. This wasn't exactly a foreboding sign, although sad. Peter had never been the most cleanly or vigilant of people, and Sirius could easily see him forgetting that he had flowers to care for. Hell, Sirius would have probably forgotten them too in his place.

Peter was one of Sirius's closest friends. Peter, James, Remus, and himself had all grown up together as Gryffindors in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. James and Sirius had become mates almost instantly, despite how different they were. Then they had collected Peter, who practically worshiped the two. Sirius wouldn't lie, he had liked that. Remus had become included a little while later, only gradually becoming the friends with the others. He had always been like that, only grudgingly getting involved in the antics the other three pulled. They had been a close group, especially after Remus's secret became apparent. After a few weeks of knowing their friend, Sirius and James had noticed that Remus had some very strange peculiarities. Ever curious, they set about discovering what Remus's secret was. Amazingly enough, it turned out that Remus had been none other than a werewolf.

Remus had been devastated when his three friends had found out. He was frightened that now that they knew he was a werewolf- one of the most dangerous creatures in the Wizarding World- they would shun him. But Sirius knew what it was like to be different. He had spent his entire life opposing his parents and their values. He had hated everything about them. Still, to this day, the greatest memory Sirius had was the day he had placed the Sorting Hat on his head, and had thought, not Slytherin, not Slytherin, not Slytherin. To his enormous relief he had been placed in Gryffindor instead. It was the last time he had ever cried. He had made sure James and the others didn't see, but he could not deny that he had cried at that moment, at the Gryffindor table, thankful to his core. So, knowing what it was like, Sirius had told his friend Remus that he didn't care if he was different. He would accept him. James had quickly agreed, and Peter soon after that. "There's nothing wrong with you." James had said to Remus. "You just have a little problem. A little furry problem." They had all laughed at that, their friendship cemented for life. Later that night, after James and Peter had gone to bed, Remus had hugged Sirius and thanked for what he had said, what he had done. Sirius had assured his werewolf friend that he would stand with him, that the four of them would always be there for each other. "In the end all we have is each other." Sirius had said that night. "I'm never going to let you guys go. I can promise you that." Thus the Marauders had been born.

Sirius and the others, so Remus wouldn't be alone on full moons, had committed themselves to learning the art of animal transformation. It had taken years, but Sirius had become Padfoot, the dog, James had become Prongs, the stag, and Peter had become Wormtail, the rat. Together, the Mauraders had become the biggest troublemakers Hogwarts had ever seen. James liked to brag that they had found every secret passage the ancient school held. As a trophy of their accomplishments, and as a guide to future troublemakers, they had created the Marauders' Map, an in depth guide to Hogwarts.

The group had remained just as close after graduation, and had even eventually included Lily, James's wife, among their number. Sirius was ashamed to say that she wasn't officially added until after she and James were married. Now all that was left was to add little Harry when he was ready.

"In the end all we have is each other." Sirius muttered as he landed the bike near the fence. He got off the mountain of a bike and walked to Peter's front gate. Like the house it was in poor shape, rusted and eroding. A kid dressed up as a mummy ran by, squealing as he ran down to the next house. "Oh yeah, tonight is Halloween." He said to himself. He glanced at the sun. It was going to be dusk soon, and the bulk of the trick or treating would begin soon. It would probably be best to make this visit quick, so no Muggles would see his bike. In and out. Just a checkup.

Sirius approached the rotting door and knocked. "Absolutely filthy." Sirius muttered. "Mum would have a fit if she saw this." He knocked again. "Peter! Open up!" Still nothing. He pounded the door, irritated. "Peter! James and I were worried. I came by to see how you were doing. Are you in there?" No answer.

Sirius gave up and pulled out his wand. "Alohomora." He chanted, pointing it at the door. He barely heard a small click. He kicked the door and it flew open. "Lumos!" He said waving his wand out.

It was just a single room, with a bed in one corner and a toilet in another. Trash covered the floor like a fine coat of dust, and that was probably a good thing. There was no telling how disgusting the floor underneath could be. Sirius waved his wand back and forth, revealing nothing but rats. Unfortunately none of these happened to be the one he was looking for.

"Damn." Sirius swore. "Damn damn damn damn damn!" He double checked, as if his portly friend could hide in here somehow. But Wormtail was gone. "Damn, Peter! Where are you?"

Perhaps he was out getting groceries. Or a drink. But Sirius doubted it. Judging by the smell Peter hadn't been here in a while, at least not in a few days.

But why was he gone? Had there been a struggle? Sirius checked for any signs that might have been anyone else here. There weren't any scorch marks on the wall where a spell might have hit, and the room seemed fairly undisturbed. No, Wormtail had left on his own two feet.

But why? And why wouldn't he have told Sirius and James?

A thought pushed forward from the back of Sirius's head. A treacherous, paranoid little thought. It presented a reason why Peter might have left, and why he hadn't told anyone. Sirius shut it down before it could grow. No, it was impossible. Peter was their friend. He would never betray them. Or would he? He was famous for being quite the rat.

In fact, Peter would be in the perfect position. Sirius's blood chilled. No. He didn't want to believe it. It couldn't be true.

Sirius rushed back out the door. He had to make sure he was wrong. That Peter was truly their friend. Sirius's hunch would hopefully turn out to be nothing but paranoia. But just in case...

Sirius hoped to God he was wrong. Because if he wasn't, then his friends were in danger. Grave danger. And it would all be Sirius's fault.

Well how was it? Let me know in the reviews! And I know it's a little much to ask of you so soon, but I would have to inquire that if you liked this and happen to have watched The Last Airbender, The Legend of Korra, or Gravity Falls, or anything future me might have put out, I would love it if you checked out my other works. And I'm good friends with Santa (He's always watching!) so I'll know if you don't. You have been warned. But most importantly you must turn to the dark side (we have cookies).

-Darthlane