Miss Moony would like to say that she doesn't own Harry Potter and that she had no help with this story from Miss Wormtail, Miss Padfoot or Miss Prongs.
In response to the Hell's Phoenix Betrayal Challenge.
------- I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good -------
Bloodstone
The morning after, I woke, pain throbbing through every bleeding scratch and bite, and dull aching in every muscle, and I remembered what had happened.
Sirius had betrayed them. Lily and James were dead, as was Peter. Why, Padfoot? What did we do to make you turn on us?
The wolf had felt the betrayal just as deeply as my human side had, and it had taken it out on our body. The pain was the worst I could remember it ever being: The tearing pain of bones tearing through flesh, and, afterwards, the hollowing remembrance that I was alone.
That hurt, perhaps, was worse than all the physical ones of every full moon put together.
And Sirius would pay, I vowed, because I'd trusted him, and he'd repaid that trust by taking from me everyone I held dear. Prongs, Lily, Wormtail. Me. How could you, Padfoot? How could you betray us?
I couldn't bring myself to get up to apply healing balm to my wounds, despite the fact that I knew I'd regret it later. Instead I just lay there, my thoughts dark, and my wild imaginings full of vengeance.
I didn't want to believe it, Padfoot, but who else could it have been? Wormtail? Prongs?
I lay still for a few moments longer, and then, my body screaming in protest, got to my feet. I'd have to get used to it, I knew: there'd be no Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs there to help me through another transformation.
You'll pay for this, Padfoot, I swore, I'll make you regret it if it's the last thing I ever do.