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"Pad? Padfoot? Sirius! No, no, no. Come on, wake up. Talk to me! Merlin. Wake up, please wake up. Open your goddamn eyes, Black!"

It was a miserable night to be out. Thunder rolled loudly and violently in the distance. Rain threatened to pour any second. The sky was dark, pitch black dark. It was nearly impossible to see one's hand right in front of their face. The moon was covered by dark, stormy clouds. There were no stars. But, despite how dark it was, there was no denying the sight that lied before the eyes of three friends. Despite how dark it was, it was impossible not to see the horrific scene that tempted tears to fall from six heartbroken eyes.

"James"—

A hand grasped the shoulder of seventeen year old James Potter, shaking it when there was no reaction.

"Sirius… Sirius…"

Remus attempted to pull his friend up off the ground, where he was kneeling inches away from his best mate's motionless body. But there was no getting him up. James was rooted to the ground. Nothing was going to tear him away.

"We have to leave him, James."

"No!"

"We have to go."

"No! I'm not going to leave him here."

James turned towards his friend violently, the glare in his eyes deadly. There was a look of incredulity on the face, though it was hard for Remus to see it. How dare he want to leave his friend alone to face this darkness? How dare he want to leave his friend to face certain death? How dare he leave his friend? Remus, sensing this disbelief, frowned deeply. Sirius was a brother to James. Hell, he was like a brother to Remus. He hated to have to leave him. But it was the only way.

"We have to."

"I can't! Come on, Pad. Wake up, mate. Just wake up already."

Cursing the world mentally, Remus gave his friend's arm one more tug and managed to successfully get James to his feet. Without a word, the three of them departed, leaving Sirius behind on the ground unconscious. They ran for a short while, Remus still grasping James' arm, more out of reassurance for himself than to keep his mate from running back to Sirius' body.

"They won't kill him," Remus whispered. He needed to speak the words, not only to comfort James but also to comfort himself. He needed to know that he'd done the right thing in leaving his friend behind. "They'll keep him for questioning. They'll wait for him to wake up and then they'll question him." James and Peter remained quiet. "We'll get back to base and then we'll get reinforcements. We'll be able to make it back to him in time. They won't kill him."

"I left him," James mumbled under his breath, still running alongside his friends. "I can't believe I just got up and left him like that. He wouldn't have left me. He would've stayed with me. He wouldn't have left. I left him. I just left him."

Remus stole a quick glance at his darkened friend without faltering in his path. "He'll be okay, James. He'll be okay. We just need to get back" – His sentence was cut off as the three skidded to a halt. In front of them, out of the dark shadows, a dozen figures were beginning to take shape. "Shit," Remus muttered. The thunder roared loudly.

Death Eaters.

Craning his neck quickly, Remus looked behind them to see even more behind and to both sides of them. They were surrounded.

Raising their wands simultaneously, the three positioned themselves in a defensive stance. They were preparing themselves for a battle they would never in a million years win. It was three against at least twenty-five. There was no escaping this one. It would be a miracle if they even survived. The way these men's wands worked, they'd be dead in seconds.

Out of the shadows, a cloaked man approached them. Remus and James held their chins up high; tears staining the latter's cheeks – tears he never even realized. Peter shook violently, too frightened to even hold his wand up straight. The man flicked his wand once and all three of the others' flew into the outstretched hands of a few of his comrades behind him. Walking closer to the three friends, two of which who were ready to begin physical attack at any given moment while the other cowered behind them, the man chuckled lightly.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Standing inches away from James, he reached up and took the boy's chin in his hand. "A blood traitor," he dropped James' chin, moving onto Remus, "a half-blood," he stole a glance towards the crouched Peter, "and a coward." His lips curled up into a smirk. "Oh, and I mustn't forget your weak Black friend back there. Kids." Shaking his head he clasped his hand on James' shoulder. "What an army we've been sent to fight, eh boys?" He laughed back to his men behind him before turning back to the trio, dropping his hand off James' shoulder. "Well you lasted longer than some."

With another flick of his wand, ropes shot out and tied the boys' wrists together and forced them to their knees. With no warning, they couldn't suppress their reactions: James grunted, Peter shrieked, and Remus groaned shortly. A clash of thunder shook the ground.

The Death Eater circled them.

He stopped in front of Remus, bent down in front of him, and pressed his wand into the boy's neck. "Who sent you?" Remus jutted his chin out and remained silent, as if daring the enemy to kill him over such trivial information.

"Hmph," the man sounded as he rose to his feet. "Well, I suppose you're lucky I already know the answer to that question." He shook his head. "Even still… Crucio!" He smirked down as the seventeen year old squirmed in pain, falling from his knees all the way down, screaming out in agony. Even after all the pain he had ever encountered, the fiery, white hot pain that spread its way through every centimeter of his body seemed to be the worst. After all his transformations from boy into wolf, after every single one of them, nothing amounted up to this pain.

Lifting the curse after a moment, the Death Eater moved on to Peter. "How did you hear of our plans?" James glanced back and, with his eyes, demanded Peter not to speak. Any word of their sources could ruin them. One of the other cloaked men noticed this exchange, however, and grabbed a handful of James' hair, forcing his head to turn back to face in front of him. "Well?" The main follower persisted, tilting his head to one side and digging his wand into Peter's chest. "How did you know where we would be tonight?"

Peter opened his mouth and closed it quickly before re-opening it. James and Remus, as if sensing their friend was going to tell, closed their eyes. "D-Dumbled-dore," he stuttered out.

The man nodded. "Ah, of course. Good old Dumbledore, I suppose. Always on top of things." Removing his wand from its position at Peter's chest, he moved on to James. Bending down in front of him, he tilted his head again, grinning at the tear-stained face of the teenage boy. "Well, well, Potter. How's your father – well, I hope?" He smirked as James' face tightened and his breath quickened. "So," he brought a hand to his own chin, stroking it slightly. "Where is your current headquarters?"

James lifted his chin. "What did you do with Sirius?" He responded with.

The Death Eater grinned brightly and stood before pulling James up by the arm with one hand. Turning the boy around, to face the direction in which the three friends had recently come from. As if on cue, a bright green light shone through the sky. James cried out.

The rain poured down.

Okay, so this is going to be updated hopefully as soon as before May comes along. But I'm a slow updater most of the time. You know, if I don't get reviews. So, type away my lovely readers.