A/n- I don't own anything you recognize.

The war against Voldemort has taken its toll on you. You feel as though you haven't slept in two days. Bags have appeared under your hollow grey eyes and you've lost weight, causing your robes to hang off your shoulders.

You're lonelier than you've ever been and you don't know how to cope. James, who is like your brother, is forced into hiding with his wife and your godson. You believe whole-heartily that Remus is the mole within the Order, so you push him away from you. Peter could never take James place and you know that, no matter how hard he tries. And with all the recent murders, you lose a few friends. How much pain can you take?

You know you're not supposed to leave Headquarters without someone with you. But you know that Death Eaters won't know that you're a dog. So you leave anyways, without telling anyone where you're going. You just want silence because silence isn't so bad every once in a while. Hell, the silence is better than all the accusations flying around Headquarters lately, right?

The night is dark as you make your way to the local graveyard. It has been over five months since you've last been here. But you couldn't risk detection or you would be here every day. Even now, you take precautions. You slip in and out of shadows, trying to blend in with the darkness.

It isn't long before you are sitting in front of the grave you're looking for. As you look at the stone sitting at the top of the mound of dirt, you wish she was alive. There are so many things you want to tell her, but you know she'll never hear them. You just want to tell her how much she means to you. How you don't feel so alone when you think of her. But your opportunity died with her five months ago.

You sit with her grave a few moments longer. Finally, you decide to return to Headquarters. Your mind is still heavy with thoughts of her. But when you walk inside, you hear the news. Voldemort has found your best friend. You let out a growl and jump on your motorcycle without a second thought.

You see their once warm and inviting house blown to pieces. When Hagrid refuses to let you take Harry, you willingly give him your motorcycle. You die on the inside as you watch Hagrid take your godson to safety. You know Peter ratted them out, so you set out to kill him. It may not make you feel alive again, but it will fuel your need for revenge.

You corner him in an alley just as the night turns light-blue. You don't care that Muggles can see or hear everything that is going on. You're only worried about revenge. He's twisting it around to make it seem like you killed your best friend, your brother. And honestly, you know you had a part in it. If you would have never suggested Peter, they would be alive still.

But you're so thirsty for his life that you underestimate him. He outsmarts you for the first time in your friendship, and you can't help but be shocked. Peter was never the brightest person. As you're being taken away and charged for the murders of the Muggles and Peter, you feel guilty. You made the mistake of trusting the mole and shoving away the only one you should've trusted. You have made a lot of mistakes in your life. But you know that it was that mistake that caused your brother his life. You know that you will have to live with that guilt for the rest of your life. But now, you know the truth, yet there's nothing you can do about it.

You were too eager, too naïve, and it came with a price. But there is a price in every war and it just so happened to cost you your freedom.

A/n- So my song was "Vanilla Twilight" by Owl City. I used four lines out of the song :)

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