A/N: Takes place during the first or second week of November 1981. While I was writing this, I listened to Apocalyptica's Farewell, and I think it really goes with this one, so if you want to listen while you read this, you can find it very easily from Youtube.
Oh, and sorry if it seems little jumpy. I wanted each of them to be 100 words, so I had to delete some material between the sentences.
Peter Pettigrew sits in a dark corner like some naughty child, trembling.
All went wrong. He had thought Harry would die, while Lily and James would survive. He had thought all this would soon be better.
But there he sits, alone with the guilt and fear. For the first time in his life Peter is completely alone without no one to depend on. He looks at his right hand which lacks one finger and lets out an hollow laugh – it's worse than he expected it to be.
He can not spend the rest of his life alone.
Peter has a plan.
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Sirius Black isn't a man who is used to regretting things.
Regulus was naturally an exception to the rule, Sirius regretted his brother every time he closed his eyes at nights, every time he walked in the rain and remembered the night he left home. But other than Regulus, Sirius didn't have regrets.
Until now...
This is all his, and only his, fault. It was he who killed James and Lily, not Voldemort or Peter. And Sirius is never going to forgive himself for what he did.
Sirius' scream echoes on the cold, empty corridors of Azkaban and someone laughs.
xxx
Remus Lupin breathes and stares numbly at the wall.
Their funeral is tomorrow.
He has chosen the text to their gravestone. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. It's a verse from Bible – Lily's favourite.
Remus covers his face with his hands. He hates how this war has taken everything he has loved away from him. Now he has the gray future before him with no one to live for.
He is not angry or even sad anymore. He is just so tired and wants to go to sleep – wants to dream of yesterday.
Remus keeps breathing, slowly.
