Chapter 1 – Revenge
Sirius was angry, his handsome face as dark and frightening as a god. He pointed his wand at Peter's chest, clutching onto the wooden stick so tightly that his skin turned white. Behind him, some muggles gathered—it was a park after all—, looking confused. It was a crowd, but Sirius did not care.
Revenge.
That was all Sirius wanted—revenge for his dead friends, revenge for his godson, and, most of all, revenge to replace betrayal.
No betrayal hurt most than a friend's.
Sirius had finally cornered him after a long chase and he could feel a deadly calm wash over him. He would get his revenge. "Any last words, Wormtail?" his voice was dark with promises of death.
Peter's eyes darted around. "Yes. Goodbye, Padfoot." A flash of bright light and then he was gone.
Sirius was stunned. The path in front of him was covered with dismembered body parts and blood, but amongst the gore, he could see a tiny creature darting around the piles of mutilated flesh. Sirius yelled, enraged, casting curse after curse at the rat, missing every time until it was gone.
His shoulders slumped and fell to his knees. He did not get his revenge. For the first time since James and Lily died he cried. He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
He did not get to say goodbye to them.
