Disclaimer: I am not George Lucas or J.K. Rowling.

Enter Snape, facing down the last separatist - Peter Pettigrew.

Wormtail. The war is over. Lord Voldemort promised us peace. We only want . . .

Snape raises his blade.

Snape. The transmission was garbled.

Snape kills Wormtail.

He promised you would be left in pieces.

The Death Eater grins evilly.

On London, Sirius stands in a large computer area as Albus looks on.

Sirius. I've recalibrated the code warning all surviving Aurors to stay away.

Albus. Good. For the clones to discover the recalibration, a long time it will take.

Albus turns to go.

Sirius. Wait, Headmaster. There is something I must know.

Albus. If into the Pensieve you go, only pain will you find.

Sirius. I must know, Master.

Sirius sees a recording of Lord Severus Snape - the former James Potter - fighting and killing Auror Swordsmaster Alphard Black and Auror Commanders Nigel Wolpert and Natalie MacDonald.

It can't be. It can't be.

The past Snape kneels before a Floo image of Lord Voldemort.

Snape. The traitors have been taken care of, Lord Voldemort. And the Library is secure. Our ancient holocrons are again in the hands of the Death Eaters.

Voldemort. Good. Good. Together, we shall master every secret of the Magic. You have done well, my new apprentice. Do you feel your power growing?

Snape. Yes, my Master.

Voldemort. Lord Snape. Your skills are unmatched by any Death Eater before you. Go forth, my boy. Go forth and bring peace to our Ministry.

Sirius. I can't watch any more.

The recording vanishes.

Albus. Warned you were.

Sirius. I should have let them shoot me . . .

Albus. What?

Sirius. No. That was already too late. It was already too late at Borneo. The snake, on Spinner's End . . . I should have died there . . . before I ever brought him here . . .

Albus. Stop this you will. Make an Auror fall one cannot. Beyond even Lord Voldemort this is. Chose this Potter did.

Sirius lowers his head.

Sirius. And I'm afraid I might know why.

Albus. Why? Why matters not. There is no why. There is only a Lord of the Death Eaters, and his apprentice. Two Death Eaters, and two Aurors. Destroy the Death Eaters we must.

Sirius. Send me to kill the Dark Lord. I will not kill James. I can't.

Albus. To face this Lord Voldemort strong enough you are not. Die you will . . . and painfully.

Sirius. He is like my brother. I cannot do it.

Albus. Twisted by the dark side young Potter has become. The boy you trained gone he is. Consumed by Severus Snape.

Sirius. Headmaster. I don't know where the Dark Lord has sent him. I don't know where to look.

Albus. Use your feelings, Sirius, and find him you will. To visit our new Dark Lord, my job will be.

Sirius stares at Albus.

Sirius. Riddle faced Minerva and Elphias and Dirk and Williamson - four of the greatest swordsmen our Order has ever produced . . . by himself. Even both of us together wouldn't have a chance.

Albus. True. But both of us apart, a chance we might create . . .

Exit all.