J.K. Rowling Owns all of Harry Potter...even the Twins...*sigh* at least I get Ella! Oh, and read Glimpses first if you haven't already!


The Boy who lived

A man walked down the street through deserted neighborhoods looking for something that has eluded him for too long. That sneaky, conniving rat of a traitor that he had been looking for since he had heard the news and saw the actual damage. He couldn't believe that at one time he had called him a friend and they had all welcomed him into their group as an equal member. He wouldn't get out of this one.

He knew that the rat was close. He could practically smell his fear. His plan had not gone accordingly and now he had to face the wrath of one of his 'friends.' He couldn't be more than three blocks away. Maybe four. Every house in the neighborhood was quiet as though they hadn't woken up yet. Not a single person stirred that morning. November 2nd two days after Halloween. Two days after his best friend, brother more like it, and his wife had been murdered. His godson lived, but he knew there was no way he could take care of the child. Dumbledore had a plan and he would let him follow it while he got even with the one who caused the pain he now suffered through. Besides he was the one people believed to have betrayed the family. He never would have but he had switched the names at the last second to try and protect the family more, but it hadn't worked.

Let the world know he was the innocent one. The world wouldn't know. He'd go to Azkaban to avenge a friend and because of a friend. He stopped suddenly when he noticed he was no longer alone. A little girl of maybe two or three sat in a lawn wearing a tiny witch's hat and some fairy wings. They were remnants of fun two nights ago for the ordinary Muggle child. He thought of his godson as he watched her but that made him think of his best friend and that caused the ache in his chest to come back like a thousand pounds of brick and cement.

That godson of his would never get to trick or treat with his parents. He'd never spend another birthday or Christmas with them. He was now orphaned. You'd think that'd be enough to stop any godfather from doing something rash, but he was beyond reason. The poor child would only have his aunt and uncle to take care of him and from how his mother talked they might not be the best parents.

That child, that little girl, would never know the true terrors of the world. She wouldn't know of the wizard world or anything. She just sat playing in the grass. He was about three feet away when the girl's attitude changed. She focused on several pebbles around her feet as though she was tired of using her little fists to move them around. They rose into the air and did a little dance around her. The girl clapped her hands together and giggled at her trick. He realized that she was a Muggle-Born witch. A very young Muggle-Born too. It caught him off guard. You could rarely see a witch her age doing magic in a Muggle household. He shook his head and thought back to what was in his mind a few minutes ago. He was wrong, she would know about the world he was a part of.

"Hello little one, why don't you go inside?" He said gently to her.

She looked up at him with big blue eyes and said, "Doggie no get rat!" Sirius stumbled backwards in utter disbelief. It had to be a phrase the child learned. Nothing more.

"Go inside, little one," he told her again not wanting her around when he challenged Pettigrew.

The girl pouted and said again, "Doggie no get rat!" He wanted to convince himself it was only a phrase, but her eyes told him different. They were like daggers filled to the brim with knowledge he didn't even have. It was only a toddler, how could she possess such a stare? It had to be his imagination; his subconscious trying to tell him that going after Peter was wrong. Of course it was wrong. He knew that he shouldn't kill anyone, but it was also wrong what he did, even more so than killing. He betrayed friends who trusted him.

He had a nice little game going on with all the Marauders. Pretend he was a great friend of ours then betray us like the rat he was. Sirius had always wondered why his animagus form was a rat, but he never would again. He would have died for Lily and James. He would have been tortured into insanity for Lily and James. Instead of those happening, Peter turned them straight into Lord Voldemort's open hands giving him full reign in the plotting of their murders. Peter turned them against each other. He had suspected Remus. He knew Remus had suspected him, but who would suspect the little rat? No one could suspect him of anything. They all believed he was too stupid to figure out a plot like this. They believed he was too frightened to ever go near Voldemort or his Death Eaters.

Sirius watched as the girl staggered inside. She seemed to mean it so much, but what could someone so young know about that. A three year old knowing his mind was insane. A three year old knowing what he planned to do before it happened was even worse. His imagination must have been acting up. She probably said something completely different, but he heard that. He couldn't even bring himself to turn back to the house and tell the parents what their daughter would be put into in a matter of years. All Muggle-Borns had some problem with being a witch or wizard. Whether it was the parents believing or people from families like his acting like they're better than them.

He brought out his wand and continued his journey to the traitor. No celebrations for him. He wouldn't make a toast to the Boy Who Lived, his godson; he would be avenging his parent's deaths. James wouldn't have wanted it, but James was gone. Sirius's life was gone as well as the closest thing he had to family; there was no turning back for him. The rat would pay.


A/N: Kind of short, but I think it works! How was it? Can I get...5 reviews maybe before I upload again? That'd be amazing!