Hello! Um... depressing Sirius fic warning. Hope you like... or don't. Whatever is the response to something like this, I hope you have it. Please review!
"Peter Pettigrew!" Sirius roared, fury burning bright in his eyes.
"S- Sirius!" Peter squeaked, jumping slightly.
"There's no where left to run, Peter!"
Peter, who had been glancing nervously around, set his jaw. "You'd end it here? In front of all of them? I don't think so."
"Oh, really?" Sirius advanced, his wand suddenly in his hand. "No, I think I will. LET THEM ALL SEE!" He yelled. "WHAT A TRAITOR YOU ARE!"
Peter's eyes darted back and forth, then his expression changed. "Lily and James, Sirius!"
"What-?"
"How could you?" Peter's eyes filled with tears. "He was your best friend!"
Sirius shook his head. "No. No, you will NOT play this with me!"
"It's driven you mad, hasn't it? The guilt? That's why you've come after me!"
Sirius' hand was shaking. "I knew there was a rat, I just didn't know he'd have a tail and whiskers! But now, now you die!"
"No, please!" Peter sobbed, drawing his wand slowly.
"Don't try," Sirius spat. "I've always been the better dueler."
"Then it won't matter, will it?" Peter's grip tightened around his wand. "Whether you kill me armed or not, you'll still have another murder on your hands!"
"I DIDN'T MURDER JAMES AND LILY!"
"But you'll murder me, isn't that right?" Peter whispered, holding his wand at the ready.
"Yes." Sirius let out a harsh laugh. "Yes, you will die tonight. For what you did, you deserve worse than that!"
"Then do it!" Peter cried, slowly turning his wand so it was pointing behind him. "Go ahead and kill me!"
Sirius raised his wand, and too late he saw what Peter was planning. "No!"
The street exploded, a smoking crater left behind. Muggles who had been passing by now littered the blackened ground, and the screams of the few witnesses left alive echoed through Sirius' head.
He sank to the ground, not comprehending what was going on. No one knows. Peter's gone. I'll be taken away.
"Heh," He swallowed, the irony hitting him hard. Something inside him broke at that moment. It was as if everything he'd clung onto as right had shattered before his eyes.
"Ha!" He shouted into the night sky. "Ahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Tears streaming down his face, burning his skin, he couldn't stop laughing. "AZKABAN! HA! AZKABAN! COME AND GET ME, MINISTRY! I'M WAITING FOR YOUUUUUUUUU!"
As the sound of pounding feet got closer and closer, he laughed on. In his hands was clutched Peter's burnt robe. Hands grabbed him, securing him so he couldn't move.
And in that moment, the laughter stopped.
It turned into a long, loud, hopeless, crazed scream; echoing far and wide.