A/N: Don't own anything. Written for a challenge over on LJ. Enjoy the short drabble and enjoy!

He looked up into the cold eyes of the man he had thought he knew. "What do you get out of this?" He demanded as he rose with difficulty.

"You wouldn't understand!" was the shouted reply.

Finally up he took one swaggering step towards the small, cowardly man. "Damn right I wouldn't understand!" Curse him for being so trusted, for believing that this man could keep secret what was originally supposed to be his.

"You can't stop him, Sirius! He is too powerful, he will win this in the end, he will in!" Once again came the shrill cry of Peter. A now fallen best friend.

Sirius tried to convince himself that it was all just a mishap. He was confused. James and Lily weren't reallydead. No, they were just away. And the boy? The boy was alive and well with his parents and not on the way to some muggle family to be raised.

He stood facing the end of Peter's wand. "What went wrong, Peter? What did we ever do to you?" Sirius asked, desperate for answers as to why he sold out his best friends. Trying to keep his clam so he wouldn't attack this poor excuse for a man. It was already bad enough that they had enough spectators.

Peter begun to shake his head, lips moving but know words were coming out. "You know what you did!" He finally shouted at Sirius. "You know you never wanted me there, you always wanted me gone. It was always Sirius and James. Or Sirius and Remus. Or James and Remus. But nobody ever wanted to do anything with little old Peter! No one, you all lied and said we were friends, but were we really? No we weren't!"

This was not good, Peter's yelling had caused more people to come see the cause of this. Finally he realized the trap that had been set for him. Peter would never pay for his dirty deeds. It would be Sirius, misunderstood Sirius, who would go down for the cause of the Potter's murders. Their best friend, little Harry's God Father.

What went wrong, they would ask. It was that Black blood in him, they would say. Excuses, excuses, no one would ever know, and Peter had fabricated this in such a way.

"Be careful Sirius," Peter said in a confident voice. He could tell that Sirius had just realized his plan. "Once people see you're a murderer they will put you away. You killed all those people, Sirius, you're a murderer." He whispered the last words. But Sirius could hear they loud as anything else he had said.

The words Echoed though his mind. Murderer. He wasn't a murderer. "You won't get away with this!" He warned, pointing his wand at Peter finally, a spell ready to roll of his tongue.

"You murdered Lily and James!" Peter shouted before he could do anything. "You gave them away to the Dark Lord! Murderer!" He shouted, before grinning at Sirius knowing none of the crowd could see his face.

He put a finger in his mouth and before Sirius could tell what he was doing Peter was turning from him and yelling a spell and the next thing hew knew Sirius was laying on the ground, people dead and injured all around him and Peter Pettigrew was gone, nothing left but a finger.

Sirius sank to his knees, staring at the finger, he wasn't aware when the Ministry took him away, charging him with the murder of twelve muggles, Lily and James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew. Poor little Peter, they never did find his body. All that was left of him was a finger. Just one finger.

"He betrayed us," Sirius muttered as he was thrown into his cell of Azkaban. "He betrayed us," he muttered again as the bars slammed shut.