Hello again guys! It's been quite a while since I posted a chapter, and I apologize deeply. I've been pretty damn busy, mostly because of schoolwork but also because I've committed most of my writing towards my Gravity Falls story in recent weeks due to that show ending soon. I'm sorry, because I feel like I've neglected this story, and by extension, all of you who have been reading it. I will try to be more consistent moving forward, and I hope you like what story I have left to tell. Now, you have waited long enough! Let's get on with the story!

Chapter 5

Antonin Dolohov sighed as he leaned against the old brick wall of some small-business hat store. He was in a crowded Muggle public square, which for a man like him was as degrading as it could get. Muggles were disgusting creatures, unfit to even lick the mud from the bottom of his boots. They were incapable of performing any kind of magic, and were not even aware of it like Squibs. How could they even be considered human next to a pureblood like himself? If he could, he would teach these insolent maggots what a real man was. How Dumbledore and the rest could stand the stench of Muggles, let alone vouch for them, was beyond reason.

Antonin glanced around. Still no sign of Pettigrew. Lord Voldemort himself had entrusted him the mission of getting the small man safely into hiding. Antonin had always been one of his master's favorite followers, and he often gave him important tasks such as this. He had tortured countless Muggles and Muggle-borns in the name of wizards, and enjoyed every moment of it. It was just what they deserved. He had even defeated Gideon and Fabien Prewett, two of the toughest fighters in the entire Order of the Phoenix. They were just a step below Alastor Moody in skill, and Voldemort had been quite pleased by their deaths. Yes, for important missions like this Antonin Dolohov was the one Lord Voldemort would trust. Not Bellatrix Lestrange, not Lucius Malfoy, not even Severus Snape. It was him.

Pettigrew was suddenly there, across the Muggle square. The small, mousy man glanced everywhere, paranoid of anything that moved. Antonin was disgusted. He didn't know why Voldemort would want this weakling safe. He was a mockery of the name of wizards. If Antonin had it his way they would have used him then tossed him away like the trash he is. That's about all a Gryffindor is worth, after all.

Before he could walk over, Dolohov recognized a familiar face. Sirius Black, weaving in between Muggles towards Pettigrew. Interesting. He pulled out his wand and sped over as fast as he could. He had to stop Black before he hurt Pettigrew. His charge caught wind of the threat, and made a break for it. Fat fool. Why didn't he just Disapparate? Black chased after Pettigrew, and Dolohov chased after Black. After running a short distance Pettigrew stopped and started babbling at Black. Black yelled back at his old friend, and Pettigrew muttered something. Dolohov raised his wand to blast Black in the back. Suddenly he was bumped and his wand slipped from his hand, clattering away among the sea of feet.

Damn Muggles! Beasts, every one of them! He chased after his wand, pushing people out of the way. He swore, if one of them stepped on his damn wand he would kill every fucking one of them! He finally found it. A child, a girl that couldn't have been more than five years old, had discovered it and was peering at it closely. Little bitch probably thought it was just a damn stick. He grabbed it from her, wrenching it from her feeble grip. She cried out, but he growled at her, shutting her up. If he wasn't already busy on a mission he would torture the Muggle bitch then and there. She should know better than to touch a wand. Her filthy hands should never even come near him. He wiped his wand on his robes in hopes it would clean off some of the grime of her grubby little Muggle hands.

He turned back to his mission just in time to see the street blow up.

He was thrown back several feet, landing on his back painfully. Stupid bastard! Antonin scrambled back to his feet. What had Pettigrew been thinking? Blowing himself up wouldn't accomplish anything, except possibly get rid of Black. Antonin had to admit that Pettigrew had a talent for getting rid of his old friends. Just a couple more and he should get a fucking award.

He glanced around. The kid that had taken his wand was lying a few feet away, crying over her leg. It was completely gone from the knee down, destroyed in the explosion. Nearby, a similarly woman lay unmoving. Probably the mother. It looked like that kid might be an orphan now. Served the bitch right.

He groaned. It felt like a rib might be broken. He had to get away quickly, before the Ministry could get here. Already people were running around everywhere, and the Muggle police sirens could be heard in the distance.

He got to his feet shakily, and concentrated to Disapparate. But nothing happened. Somehow, he was still here. What was going on? "Specialis Revelio!" he said under his breath. Suddenly he could see a large bubble around the square. "Anti-Apparation Charm, eh? Smarter than you looked, Black." Dolohov began hobbling away. He had to get out of the spell's influence so he could get away. This mission was over now that Pettigrew had killed himself, so all that was left to do was to get away. Voldemort want to hear his report and find out why Pettigrew was dead.

As he limped down the sidewalk, a Muggle police officer approached him. "Sir are you ok? You need to get to a hospital immediately, please come with- aahrgh!" The officer's eyes grew wide as Dolohov picked him up by his throat and lifted him into the air. Antonin Dolohov grinned viciously at his prey. "I wouldn't go anywhere with scum like you. Avada Kedavra!" The police man fell from his grip, dead. A nearby woman screamed, but he didn't care.

He kept limping down the road until he was free of the Anti-Apparation Charm. "He's not going to be happy about this." He said before disappearing, leaving chaos and death in his wake.

Sirius groaned. Why did everything hurt? He was lying on the ground, and he had no idea where he was. He coughed. Had he and James gotten into trouble again? He didn't remember pranking hurting this much…

He raised his head and glanced around. It was dark and smoky around him, broken brick and concrete everywhere. A fire burned contently a few yards away, engulfing what had once been the table in a coffeeshop. What had happened here? It was a complete mess. Was that a body over there? Oh god, the blood….

Sirius suddenly remembered. Chasing down Pettigrew. The finger. The smile. The explosion. The Shield Charm he had cast at the last moment, saving his life. And most importantly, James and Lily.

He began to ease to his knees, crawling his way to his feet. He tried to stand, but he couldn't summon the strength. Everything hurt, and he couldn't feel his left hand ring finger at all. Whatever spell Wormtail had used, it had been deadly. In all rights Sirius should be dead right now. Was Peter?

Sirius looked around but couldn't find his former friend anywhere. Had he perhaps been undone by his own spell? Maybe Sirius had gotten lucky for the first time since this war started. He could only hope.

He heard a squeak behind him. He rolled over painfully to see a rat standing partway in a large crater. The rat looked familiar, and Sirius quickly realized why. One toe off its front paw was missing. Just like Peter's finger. Wormtail! He lunged for the rodent in murderous rage. Peter couldn't get away with this! He collapsed halfway coughing. His bruised body wouldn't let him go any farther. With a swish of its tail, the rat scampered away. Sirius's heart turned to despair as Wormtail disappeared into the smoking wreckage, slipping away like the rat he was.

"He escaped…." Sirus muttered. "He's alive…." He had failed. Now he might never catch Peter and avenge the Potters. He clenched his fist in anger. Why? How could this happen? Where was the justice in this?

A pair of boots made their way over to where Sirius was crumpled on the ground. More followed, cloaks billowing around them. Sirius knew who they were without having to see. Aurors.

He raised his head bleakly to see Rufus Scrimgeour, one of the most accomplished Aurors alive, standing above him. Rufus stared down at the Black heir, his eyes cold. "Sirius Black…" he said in his slow drawl. "How far have we fallen. I can't believe that one of Dumbledore's precious Order could have done this. That he could have misjudged you so badly. But it happened, you did what you did, and now you will stand trial for what you have done."

Sirius was confused. What had he done? He had tried to stop Peter, but he had failed and now the traitor was sneaking away, free from justice. But what Scrimgeour had said, it was almost like he was about to arrest him, as though Sirius were the one in the wrong. Something didn't feel right about this.

"What are you talking about, Scrimgeour?" Sirius rasped, clutching his ribs.

"Don't play dumb, Black." Scrimgeour warned. "You are hereby under arrest for conspiracy, affiliation with a known terrorist, destruction of public property, being a danger to the people of the British Isles, and," he glanced around at the destruction, "murder."

Panic seized Sirius. "No! This is some sort of mistake! I didn't do this!"

"We know it was you, Mr. Black. As much as Dumbledore tried to hide it, we in the Ministry found out your little secret. The Potters have been using a Fidelius Charm over their home for months now and you were their Secret Keeper! And judging by what happened last night, they chose poorly."

Sirius couldn't believe this. They were going to accuse him of that? Peter had betrayed them, not him! "NO!" he roared. "I would never betray them! You have the wrong man!"

Scrimgeour chuckled. "See, now that is one of the little quirks of the Fidelius Charm. When it fails, there is only one person to blame. And that is you, Mr. Black. I wonder, what did You-Know-Who offer you? Power? Money? Safety? What exactly did you pay your friends' lives to gain? Were you really so convinced our side was going to lose? What a pity…"

"I wasn't their Secret Keeper! It wasn't me!"

"Lies. We know very well that it was you who the Potters selected, and you who betrayed them."

"I would never betray them! It was all Peter! He caused all of this!"

"Peter?" Scrimgeour sniffed indignantly. "Pettigrew? I guess he is why you came here and made this mess. I wonder, were you going to hunt down everyone else as well? Mr. Lupin? The Longbottoms? Moody, even? And perhaps you would have capped it off with Dumbledore in the end I would imagine? Bloody despicable, you are." He heaved Sirius to his feet. "It's off to Azkaban with you."

"He lives." Sirius muttered under his breath. "He lives." I'm innocent, he thought. He lives. Peter Pettigrew, Secret Keeper and traitor of the Potters, is alive. I'll catch him, even if it costs my life. I will bring him to justice. For Lily. For James.

For Harry.

What did y'all think? Was that good enough for you guys? Let me know. Now, after this story is over (it should last another 2-5 chapters, depending on how much I cover for each chapter) I am planning on starting a Pokémon based story that I hope you guys can contribute to. Contribute meaning that if you have any ideas for the main character of the story(I'm already planning for it to be a fifteen year old girl, but name, race, personality, starter Pokémon(doesn't have to be a normal starter), and more will be greatly appreciated) I could use something. I already have the core of what I want that story to be figured out, but if you guys have any ideas you would like me to try it can't hurt to hear them. Well, if you liked what I've written you should favorite, follow, and leave a review for me, and check out my other stories as well. As of right now I have ones for Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Legend of Korra, and Gravity Falls. If you are reading this in the future (share your futuristic secrets with me!) I probably have several more, so you should check those out. I'm also considering making another Star Wars one-shot, since the new movie is coming out in a couple of weeks. Just keep your eyes open. Til next time!