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The Search and the Ending.
When I arrived back at the apartment Remus and Peter were already crashed out. I crept into Peter's room and shut the door. Sitting on the bed I shook Peter awake.
"What? What's wrong?" He asked sleepily.
"Peter, this is very serious." I started. I gulped down the nervousness in my throat. I was about to sign over my best friend's life to Peter. "Peter, we want you to be the secret keeper."
"Why?" Peter asked. His voice sounded sincere but there was something in his eye that made me feel that I had made a terrible mistake. 'Shut up Sirius, you're just making something out of thin air' I scolded myself.
"Well, Voldemort would be sure it was me who was the secret keeper." I explained.
"I see." Peter replied. "Why not Remus?"
"I don't know." I lied. "We just thought of you."
"Oh."
"Well, do you want to do it?" I asked.
"Yes, oh yes of course." Peter answered nodding his head frantically, almost like a maniac.
"Good. You will go to James's tomorrow." I exclaimed. "Oh and Peter, no one is to know we switched. Not even Remus. It is to be a complete secret." I told him.
"Sure." Peter replied.
"Good, I'll see you back here tomorrow. I am going out. I can't stay here." I commented. I got up and strode from the room.
I apparated from the living room to London. I missed London dearly. It was my first home. I had lived here before I had gone to Hogwarts. I still missed my parents sometimes. It was strange without them. I hated Voldemort more than life itself for taking them away from me. Striding along the riverside I watched the murky river water flow past me. In the end I ended up on London Bridge. It was rather strange being there. I had stayed away from this place for so long. My father used to bring me here when I was a small child to watch the ducks on the river. There weren't that many ducks anymore. I leaned on the stone side of the bridge, searching for a shred of hope in the flowing water but found none. Deciding I couldn't dwell on the past I decided to go back to a bar; at least I could drown my sorrows there.
Entering a dank muggle pub I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. I couldn't be bothered with hard drinks right now. The bartender brought it quickly but I didn't drink it. I only sat, running my finger around the rim; occasionally some foam sticking to my finger as it moved around and around the top of the glass. I sat in that pub the entire night. Luckily this was an all night one. You didn't find many but it was usually the darkest pubs that were. Another drop of Alcohol never passed my lips that night. The same beer sat in front of me the entire evening until it was completely flat, me still running my finger absently around the rim.
I walked to the edge of London around sunrise. I knew Peter would be going back to the apartment around this time so I decided to apparate to about a mile away from our place then walk the rest of the way. When I reached the apartment the sun was high and it was nearing nine o'clock. My shoes were damp from the dew on the grass by the side of the road but I didn't mind, all I wanted to do was find Peter and make sure everything went alright so we could leave. I entered my room and looked down on the bed, a piece of yellow parchment lay on the pillow. I walked over and picked it up. For a second I expected a long letter but I found only a short sentence.
It is done.
I smiled a shallow smile and apparated to Godric's Hollow. Running up the path I peered into the window and sighed as I realised Peter was better than we gave him credit for. The cottage looked like it hadn't been in use for a few years. There was no sign of the Potters or any of their belongings. I breathed in and placed my palm on the cold, clammy glass. I waited but nothing stirred so I left, the only proof I had been there; a handprint on the dew-covered window.
Remus was waiting in the apartment when I returned but Peter was nowhere to be seen.
"How did it go?" Remus asked.
"Fine." I replied emotionless.
"Good." Remus replied in the same sallow tone.
"Where's Peter?" I asked.
"No idea. He wasn't here when I got up." Remus answered, though it wasn't the answer I wanted to hear.
Hours dragged on and still Peter did not return. I was getting anxious but I couldn't breathe a word to Remus about why. After a while I left. Telling Remus I was leaving. He nodded solemnly in agreement of my decision. I set off down the road. 'where is Peter?' I asked myself over and over again. I couldn't find the rat anywhere. 'I suppose that is why he chose a rat. So he would be difficult to find.' I laughed to myself. It was only a few days to Halloween, I loved Halloween. I missed the school celebrations of Halloween. I used to love the ones Dumbledore would arrange. But the thought of Halloween faded as it neared evening and I still couldn't find Peter.
I couldn't go back to the apartment. I had told Remus I was leaving. I couldn't go to Dumbledore as he would know something was wrong, I was trapped. I searched throughout the night and all the next day. I searched everywhere I could think of before trying to get at least some sleep but when I finally did fall asleep my dreams were filled with Peter's screams as Voldemort tortured him to tell him where James, Lily and Harry were.
Halloween morning and I still didn't know where on earth Peter was. A cold autumn chill filled the air, blowing the crispy red leaves off the side of the road into the air. I walked down the silent country walk. I had been searching for three days and I had no idea where Peter could be. He could be anywhere by now. The chill made me pull my cloak around me even tighter. I hadn't eaten in two days and my stomach was grumbling like crazy. I couldn't stop anywhere, as people would recognise me. I was mean to be on the run after all. The day wore on and I kept walking. Long, deserted country roads lead to small villages where nobody had heard of Peter Petigrew, where no one had heard of Voldemort and no one had heard of magic and still I continued to walk.
As I neared a small village I thought it safe to enter a pub to see if I could at least get something small to eat. I searched the village and finally found a small, dank pub. Entering, the smell of stale beer and spilled liquor engulfed my sinuses making my head spin. I walked to the bar and asked for a menu for some food. The bartender handed me a grubby piece of paper with a list of meals on it. Soon I just ordered chicken and chips and it was the easiest. I dug in my pocket for some muggle money and pulled out a five-pound note. I handed it to the bartender who put it in the till and handed me my change. I didn't feel like drinking today. I walked to the corner of the pub and sat at a small, cigarette burned table. Leaning over to the man smoking at the next table I asked him if he had a spare cigarette. He nodded and handed me a 'Benson and Hedges'.
I didn't usually smoke unless I was drunk or extremely nervous, and I was very nervous right now. I searched my pockets and luckily found some matches from the bar we had been to on my last night with the Marauders. I lit the cigarette and started smoking while I waited for my food to arrive. A few minutes passed and my cigarette was over half-gone when I overheard part of a conversation that wasn't normal for a village free of magic. I looked over to the next table out of the corner of my eye and saw two men. One I recognised as Severus Snape and the other Lucius Malfoy. What in God's name were they doing here? I quickly turned away from them, hopefully they wouldn't recognise me. I knew I should get out of there but I wanted to listen in on their conversation. I had heard from Dumbledore that Severus Snape was a spy for our side. I had never believed it and this conversation was making me believe it less every second it was going on.
"He got it." Lucius whispered. I could only just here him, my dog senses bursting into work.
"Got what?" Snape replied in an equally quiet whisper.
"The secret." Lucius hissed.
"And I once again find myself out of the loop." Snape replied.
"Ok, everyone knows that the Potters are on the Dark Lords list. He has been after them for three years now, after he found out what James Potter is." Lucius explained.
"What is he?" Snape asked.
"Damn Severus. Do you never listen?" Lucius asked.
"I do, only as I said, I am out of the loop most of the time. I'm not like you being high on the list." Snape snarled.
"Potter is Gryffindor's heir." Lucius whispered spitefully.
"No way." Snape replied.
"Yes he is. And the son of his is too. Voldemort is only after those two. He'll leave the girl." Lucius explained.
"Ok, so what has this got to do with the runt?" Snape queried.
"Well, that 'runt' is one of Potter's best friends. Now, everyone knew that at sometime Dumbledore would suggest the Fidelius Charm, and he did. Now, this is the great bit." Lucius's voice filled with sick enjoyment. "Dumbledore offered to do it, but Sirius Black took over the role. Said he would project Potter with his life. So Sirius became the secret keeper."
"How do you know this?" Snape asked.
"You're no the only spy we have Severus." Lucius sneered. "Now, the best part of all. Our young friend Mr. Black got cold feet."
I could feel the hatred building up inside me. I hadn't got cold feet. I wanted what was best for my best friend. The Bartender brought me my food and I nodded gratefully only I left it untouched. Only taking a chip now and again as I listened to the conversation.
"So who is the secret keeper?" Snape asked.
"The runt." Lucius answered cheerfully.
"Oh God." Snape replied.
"God can't help them now." Lucius snarled. "The Dark Lord is on his way there now with Petigrew. None of them had any idea that Petigrew was the spy, they all distrusted that werewolf." Lucius explained. My heart jumped into my throat as I realised I'd signed my best friend over to Voldemort. Now I didn't care about them seeing me. I stood up, knocking the table over and grabbed the back of Snape's robes. Pulling him roughly out into the street I stunned Malfoy and left him in the pub.
"WHERE ARE THEY?" I yelled as I slammed Snape against the wall.
"Black." Snape snarled.
"WHERE ARE THEY?"
"Who?" Snape asked, his eyes full of shock.
"Little Miss Muffet and Tom Thumb." I replied sarcastically. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK?"
"I don't know. Honestly." Snape replied.
"SNAPE. I'll lose my patience VERY fast. NOW TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE." I yelled, my heart pumping like a drum and my hands shaking, all the rage I had for Peter was about to burst onto Snape, I could feel it.
"I DON'T KNOW." Snape yelled back.
I pushed Snape to the floor and ran to the car park of the pub. Luckily I found a motorbike a lot like mine so I knew how to ride it. The sun was now gone and a storm was brewing in the sky. I quickly enchanted the motorbike to fly and I changed my key to fit this bike. Soon I was off, flying as fast as I could towards Godric's Hollow. The storm had already begun over here and without my helmet it was very hard to see a thing. I looked for large landmarks I knew and I finally was able to see the monument near James's house. Flying down, I landed not facing the house. I climbed quickly off the bike and turned around. My world crashing to hell as my eyes lay on the very thing I was dreading most. I gagged. I knew I was going to be sick at the site of James's house.
The house was in ruin. It was a mess of rubble that didn't even slightly resemble a house. White brick and paint filled my vision as I began desperately searching for James, Lily and Harry. It took a while for the storm to subside, the rain lashing like stones on my back as I moved rubble. Soon enough I found James. Tears streamed down my face as I realised he was dead. I stared down at his limp body and moved his hair out of his face. He still looked like he could have been asleep as he hadn't been gone long but I could tell from the look on his face he was dead. I pulled him out of the rubble and placed him on the burnt grass, I took off my cloak and went back to my search for Lily and Harry. I knew both would be dead but I still wanted to search for them. I needed to search for them. I pulled away rubble and began making a pile on a spare part of grass so that I wasn't searching through the same parts over and over again. I could feel the rain getting lighter, finally I found Lily, I pulled her face up to my chest and hugged her tightly. I squeezed my eyes shut and wished that none of this were true. That this was just another of my nightmares though I knew it wasn't. When I finally opened my eyes I noticed another large body. I carried Lily and placed her next to where James lay, I covered her with some of the cloak that covered James and went back to investigate this other body. How I wished it was Peter, but I was wrong. As I pulled away the rubble I looked straight into the horrified eyes of Voldemort. I stayed, staring into his eyes for... I don't know how long. I couldn't believe it. Voldemort was gone. I shook my head and I head something. Crying. I looked over to Lily and James but there was no movement. I listened again and I heard a fresh wail. It was a baby... HARRY.
"HARRY." I yelled at the top of my lungs but I knew I wouldn't get an answer.
I began searching frantically with no luck. I stopped for a second and heard the screaming once more. I followed the sound, it was back near where Lily had been lying. I ran back over and began moving rubble and finally a mess of short black hair came into view. I pulled a screaming Harry out of the rubble. I hugged him and kissed him on the head. Tears that I couldn't be bothered to hold back streaming down my face and onto my rain soaked robes.
"Oi, Lad. What y'er doing 'ere?" A voice boomed over me. I turned around and found Hagrid towering over near the motorbike. I stood up and ran over, Harry tight in my arms.
"Voldemort, he's gone Hagrid." I replied.
"I know. And little 'Arry 'ere is the one 'at did it." Hagrid replied. I looked at him confused. Hagrid held out his hands and after a little pause I handed Harry to him. Hagrid stared down at the little baby.
"Give him back here Hagrid." I whispered. "I'm his Godfather."
"Nope, I gotta take him straight ter Dumbledore." Hagrid replied. I nodded silently. I looked over and remembered the motorbike.
"Here Hagrid." I said, handing him the keys. "I won't be needing it anymore." I stepped towards James and Lily, looking down at their faces I felt a serge of hatred towards Peter. I had to find him.
"See you Hagrid." I said. I had no plans to stay. I was going to find Peter and kill that bastard.
I apparated to the nearest town and began to search but with no luck. I knew Peter would be hiding in some big town where it would be difficult to find him. I searched for two days without sleeping. A mad rage pumped through me and my blood burned in my veins. Hatred surged through me and I was constantly cursing his name.
"Stupid fucker. How the hell could he do this to us? Just a bloody asshole." I muttered continuously as I walked down London's streets. I kept mainly to the muggle streets, as I knew he wouldn't dare to go to the magical world if he knew I was on his trail, which he knew I would be. "Stupid fucking coward, he had to go looking the biggest bully. Couldn't stay faithful to us. AHHHH." I bashed over a market stall as the crowded street slowed me down.
I was near the end of a mildly crowded muggle street when I heard my name yelled. I spun around and glared at Peter. He was walking fiercely towards me, his wand stretched out in front of him. All the hatred that had been building up the last few days began bubbling in my veins as he walked towards me. I pulled out my wand and pointed straight at him.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO LILY AND JAMES?" He screamed. I stared at him, disbelieving. How the fuck could he say this to me. It was so ludicrous I began laughing.
He looked at me in shock, he couldn't see how I could laugh at a time like this. His face distorted in confusion and shock making me hate him even more. It was rather sickening to me that he had picked a rat as his animagi animal and now I know why he had picked it. It was the animal most like his character. A rat, it suited this asshole perfectly.
He stopped in front of me and pointed his wand straight at my heart, all the time I continued laughing.
"HOW COULD YOU SIRIUS?" He screamed again.
I quickly ducked out of his way and pushed him into the corner. I walked forwards, his chest at the end of my wand. When he was finally pushed into the corner he smiled wickedly. I looked at him confused. He pulled out a dagger and cut off his middle finger. He winced and held his bloody hand, trying to ignore the pain I hoped it was causing him.
"You know Sirius," He whispered spitefully, "You never gave me enough credit. You'll have time to think about that in Azkaban." I laughed again.
"You're the one going to that place Peter." I spat.
"I beg to differ." Peter replied. Suddenly he screamed. I lunged forward and behind me half the street blew apart. I looked down and Peter was gone, all that was left was his middle finger.
People were screaming all around me. I stood, not able to believe what had happened. Peter had got the better of me. He had made it so that every witness would believe I killed Lily and James. And from what had gone on I wouldn't be surprised if they believed I had blown up the street and blown Peter to bits along with it. The anger I held for Peter burst out of me and I couldn't stop laughing. I don't even know why I was laughing. The fact that Peter's plan was so perfect, that I would be going down for something he did. And knowing Crouch, I wouldn't get a trial. Mad laughter kept spilling out of me. I wasn't able to stop. Soon Enforcers from the Ministry arrived and arrested me. I leant back on the wall where Peter had been standing looking at the damage he had caused. It was disgusting what he had done. Not only had he killed his best friends, he had just killed countless innocent muggles. I hadn't seen how many people were in the street at the time but I know there were quite a few. All the time I couldn't stop laughing. All the hate in me spilling out through my laughs. Fudge looked at me with disgust and he ordered for me to receive the worst punishment without trial...To be sent to Azkaban for the rest of my destroyed, pointless life.
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The Search and the Ending.
When I arrived back at the apartment Remus and Peter were already crashed out. I crept into Peter's room and shut the door. Sitting on the bed I shook Peter awake.
"What? What's wrong?" He asked sleepily.
"Peter, this is very serious." I started. I gulped down the nervousness in my throat. I was about to sign over my best friend's life to Peter. "Peter, we want you to be the secret keeper."
"Why?" Peter asked. His voice sounded sincere but there was something in his eye that made me feel that I had made a terrible mistake. 'Shut up Sirius, you're just making something out of thin air' I scolded myself.
"Well, Voldemort would be sure it was me who was the secret keeper." I explained.
"I see." Peter replied. "Why not Remus?"
"I don't know." I lied. "We just thought of you."
"Oh."
"Well, do you want to do it?" I asked.
"Yes, oh yes of course." Peter answered nodding his head frantically, almost like a maniac.
"Good. You will go to James's tomorrow." I exclaimed. "Oh and Peter, no one is to know we switched. Not even Remus. It is to be a complete secret." I told him.
"Sure." Peter replied.
"Good, I'll see you back here tomorrow. I am going out. I can't stay here." I commented. I got up and strode from the room.
I apparated from the living room to London. I missed London dearly. It was my first home. I had lived here before I had gone to Hogwarts. I still missed my parents sometimes. It was strange without them. I hated Voldemort more than life itself for taking them away from me. Striding along the riverside I watched the murky river water flow past me. In the end I ended up on London Bridge. It was rather strange being there. I had stayed away from this place for so long. My father used to bring me here when I was a small child to watch the ducks on the river. There weren't that many ducks anymore. I leaned on the stone side of the bridge, searching for a shred of hope in the flowing water but found none. Deciding I couldn't dwell on the past I decided to go back to a bar; at least I could drown my sorrows there.
Entering a dank muggle pub I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. I couldn't be bothered with hard drinks right now. The bartender brought it quickly but I didn't drink it. I only sat, running my finger around the rim; occasionally some foam sticking to my finger as it moved around and around the top of the glass. I sat in that pub the entire night. Luckily this was an all night one. You didn't find many but it was usually the darkest pubs that were. Another drop of Alcohol never passed my lips that night. The same beer sat in front of me the entire evening until it was completely flat, me still running my finger absently around the rim.
I walked to the edge of London around sunrise. I knew Peter would be going back to the apartment around this time so I decided to apparate to about a mile away from our place then walk the rest of the way. When I reached the apartment the sun was high and it was nearing nine o'clock. My shoes were damp from the dew on the grass by the side of the road but I didn't mind, all I wanted to do was find Peter and make sure everything went alright so we could leave. I entered my room and looked down on the bed, a piece of yellow parchment lay on the pillow. I walked over and picked it up. For a second I expected a long letter but I found only a short sentence.
It is done.
I smiled a shallow smile and apparated to Godric's Hollow. Running up the path I peered into the window and sighed as I realised Peter was better than we gave him credit for. The cottage looked like it hadn't been in use for a few years. There was no sign of the Potters or any of their belongings. I breathed in and placed my palm on the cold, clammy glass. I waited but nothing stirred so I left, the only proof I had been there; a handprint on the dew-covered window.
Remus was waiting in the apartment when I returned but Peter was nowhere to be seen.
"How did it go?" Remus asked.
"Fine." I replied emotionless.
"Good." Remus replied in the same sallow tone.
"Where's Peter?" I asked.
"No idea. He wasn't here when I got up." Remus answered, though it wasn't the answer I wanted to hear.
Hours dragged on and still Peter did not return. I was getting anxious but I couldn't breathe a word to Remus about why. After a while I left. Telling Remus I was leaving. He nodded solemnly in agreement of my decision. I set off down the road. 'where is Peter?' I asked myself over and over again. I couldn't find the rat anywhere. 'I suppose that is why he chose a rat. So he would be difficult to find.' I laughed to myself. It was only a few days to Halloween, I loved Halloween. I missed the school celebrations of Halloween. I used to love the ones Dumbledore would arrange. But the thought of Halloween faded as it neared evening and I still couldn't find Peter.
I couldn't go back to the apartment. I had told Remus I was leaving. I couldn't go to Dumbledore as he would know something was wrong, I was trapped. I searched throughout the night and all the next day. I searched everywhere I could think of before trying to get at least some sleep but when I finally did fall asleep my dreams were filled with Peter's screams as Voldemort tortured him to tell him where James, Lily and Harry were.
Halloween morning and I still didn't know where on earth Peter was. A cold autumn chill filled the air, blowing the crispy red leaves off the side of the road into the air. I walked down the silent country walk. I had been searching for three days and I had no idea where Peter could be. He could be anywhere by now. The chill made me pull my cloak around me even tighter. I hadn't eaten in two days and my stomach was grumbling like crazy. I couldn't stop anywhere, as people would recognise me. I was mean to be on the run after all. The day wore on and I kept walking. Long, deserted country roads lead to small villages where nobody had heard of Peter Petigrew, where no one had heard of Voldemort and no one had heard of magic and still I continued to walk.
As I neared a small village I thought it safe to enter a pub to see if I could at least get something small to eat. I searched the village and finally found a small, dank pub. Entering, the smell of stale beer and spilled liquor engulfed my sinuses making my head spin. I walked to the bar and asked for a menu for some food. The bartender handed me a grubby piece of paper with a list of meals on it. Soon I just ordered chicken and chips and it was the easiest. I dug in my pocket for some muggle money and pulled out a five-pound note. I handed it to the bartender who put it in the till and handed me my change. I didn't feel like drinking today. I walked to the corner of the pub and sat at a small, cigarette burned table. Leaning over to the man smoking at the next table I asked him if he had a spare cigarette. He nodded and handed me a 'Benson and Hedges'.
I didn't usually smoke unless I was drunk or extremely nervous, and I was very nervous right now. I searched my pockets and luckily found some matches from the bar we had been to on my last night with the Marauders. I lit the cigarette and started smoking while I waited for my food to arrive. A few minutes passed and my cigarette was over half-gone when I overheard part of a conversation that wasn't normal for a village free of magic. I looked over to the next table out of the corner of my eye and saw two men. One I recognised as Severus Snape and the other Lucius Malfoy. What in God's name were they doing here? I quickly turned away from them, hopefully they wouldn't recognise me. I knew I should get out of there but I wanted to listen in on their conversation. I had heard from Dumbledore that Severus Snape was a spy for our side. I had never believed it and this conversation was making me believe it less every second it was going on.
"He got it." Lucius whispered. I could only just here him, my dog senses bursting into work.
"Got what?" Snape replied in an equally quiet whisper.
"The secret." Lucius hissed.
"And I once again find myself out of the loop." Snape replied.
"Ok, everyone knows that the Potters are on the Dark Lords list. He has been after them for three years now, after he found out what James Potter is." Lucius explained.
"What is he?" Snape asked.
"Damn Severus. Do you never listen?" Lucius asked.
"I do, only as I said, I am out of the loop most of the time. I'm not like you being high on the list." Snape snarled.
"Potter is Gryffindor's heir." Lucius whispered spitefully.
"No way." Snape replied.
"Yes he is. And the son of his is too. Voldemort is only after those two. He'll leave the girl." Lucius explained.
"Ok, so what has this got to do with the runt?" Snape queried.
"Well, that 'runt' is one of Potter's best friends. Now, everyone knew that at sometime Dumbledore would suggest the Fidelius Charm, and he did. Now, this is the great bit." Lucius's voice filled with sick enjoyment. "Dumbledore offered to do it, but Sirius Black took over the role. Said he would project Potter with his life. So Sirius became the secret keeper."
"How do you know this?" Snape asked.
"You're no the only spy we have Severus." Lucius sneered. "Now, the best part of all. Our young friend Mr. Black got cold feet."
I could feel the hatred building up inside me. I hadn't got cold feet. I wanted what was best for my best friend. The Bartender brought me my food and I nodded gratefully only I left it untouched. Only taking a chip now and again as I listened to the conversation.
"So who is the secret keeper?" Snape asked.
"The runt." Lucius answered cheerfully.
"Oh God." Snape replied.
"God can't help them now." Lucius snarled. "The Dark Lord is on his way there now with Petigrew. None of them had any idea that Petigrew was the spy, they all distrusted that werewolf." Lucius explained. My heart jumped into my throat as I realised I'd signed my best friend over to Voldemort. Now I didn't care about them seeing me. I stood up, knocking the table over and grabbed the back of Snape's robes. Pulling him roughly out into the street I stunned Malfoy and left him in the pub.
"WHERE ARE THEY?" I yelled as I slammed Snape against the wall.
"Black." Snape snarled.
"WHERE ARE THEY?"
"Who?" Snape asked, his eyes full of shock.
"Little Miss Muffet and Tom Thumb." I replied sarcastically. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK?"
"I don't know. Honestly." Snape replied.
"SNAPE. I'll lose my patience VERY fast. NOW TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE." I yelled, my heart pumping like a drum and my hands shaking, all the rage I had for Peter was about to burst onto Snape, I could feel it.
"I DON'T KNOW." Snape yelled back.
I pushed Snape to the floor and ran to the car park of the pub. Luckily I found a motorbike a lot like mine so I knew how to ride it. The sun was now gone and a storm was brewing in the sky. I quickly enchanted the motorbike to fly and I changed my key to fit this bike. Soon I was off, flying as fast as I could towards Godric's Hollow. The storm had already begun over here and without my helmet it was very hard to see a thing. I looked for large landmarks I knew and I finally was able to see the monument near James's house. Flying down, I landed not facing the house. I climbed quickly off the bike and turned around. My world crashing to hell as my eyes lay on the very thing I was dreading most. I gagged. I knew I was going to be sick at the site of James's house.
The house was in ruin. It was a mess of rubble that didn't even slightly resemble a house. White brick and paint filled my vision as I began desperately searching for James, Lily and Harry. It took a while for the storm to subside, the rain lashing like stones on my back as I moved rubble. Soon enough I found James. Tears streamed down my face as I realised he was dead. I stared down at his limp body and moved his hair out of his face. He still looked like he could have been asleep as he hadn't been gone long but I could tell from the look on his face he was dead. I pulled him out of the rubble and placed him on the burnt grass, I took off my cloak and went back to my search for Lily and Harry. I knew both would be dead but I still wanted to search for them. I needed to search for them. I pulled away rubble and began making a pile on a spare part of grass so that I wasn't searching through the same parts over and over again. I could feel the rain getting lighter, finally I found Lily, I pulled her face up to my chest and hugged her tightly. I squeezed my eyes shut and wished that none of this were true. That this was just another of my nightmares though I knew it wasn't. When I finally opened my eyes I noticed another large body. I carried Lily and placed her next to where James lay, I covered her with some of the cloak that covered James and went back to investigate this other body. How I wished it was Peter, but I was wrong. As I pulled away the rubble I looked straight into the horrified eyes of Voldemort. I stayed, staring into his eyes for... I don't know how long. I couldn't believe it. Voldemort was gone. I shook my head and I head something. Crying. I looked over to Lily and James but there was no movement. I listened again and I heard a fresh wail. It was a baby... HARRY.
"HARRY." I yelled at the top of my lungs but I knew I wouldn't get an answer.
I began searching frantically with no luck. I stopped for a second and heard the screaming once more. I followed the sound, it was back near where Lily had been lying. I ran back over and began moving rubble and finally a mess of short black hair came into view. I pulled a screaming Harry out of the rubble. I hugged him and kissed him on the head. Tears that I couldn't be bothered to hold back streaming down my face and onto my rain soaked robes.
"Oi, Lad. What y'er doing 'ere?" A voice boomed over me. I turned around and found Hagrid towering over near the motorbike. I stood up and ran over, Harry tight in my arms.
"Voldemort, he's gone Hagrid." I replied.
"I know. And little 'Arry 'ere is the one 'at did it." Hagrid replied. I looked at him confused. Hagrid held out his hands and after a little pause I handed Harry to him. Hagrid stared down at the little baby.
"Give him back here Hagrid." I whispered. "I'm his Godfather."
"Nope, I gotta take him straight ter Dumbledore." Hagrid replied. I nodded silently. I looked over and remembered the motorbike.
"Here Hagrid." I said, handing him the keys. "I won't be needing it anymore." I stepped towards James and Lily, looking down at their faces I felt a serge of hatred towards Peter. I had to find him.
"See you Hagrid." I said. I had no plans to stay. I was going to find Peter and kill that bastard.
I apparated to the nearest town and began to search but with no luck. I knew Peter would be hiding in some big town where it would be difficult to find him. I searched for two days without sleeping. A mad rage pumped through me and my blood burned in my veins. Hatred surged through me and I was constantly cursing his name.
"Stupid fucker. How the hell could he do this to us? Just a bloody asshole." I muttered continuously as I walked down London's streets. I kept mainly to the muggle streets, as I knew he wouldn't dare to go to the magical world if he knew I was on his trail, which he knew I would be. "Stupid fucking coward, he had to go looking the biggest bully. Couldn't stay faithful to us. AHHHH." I bashed over a market stall as the crowded street slowed me down.
I was near the end of a mildly crowded muggle street when I heard my name yelled. I spun around and glared at Peter. He was walking fiercely towards me, his wand stretched out in front of him. All the hatred that had been building up the last few days began bubbling in my veins as he walked towards me. I pulled out my wand and pointed straight at him.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO LILY AND JAMES?" He screamed. I stared at him, disbelieving. How the fuck could he say this to me. It was so ludicrous I began laughing.
He looked at me in shock, he couldn't see how I could laugh at a time like this. His face distorted in confusion and shock making me hate him even more. It was rather sickening to me that he had picked a rat as his animagi animal and now I know why he had picked it. It was the animal most like his character. A rat, it suited this asshole perfectly.
He stopped in front of me and pointed his wand straight at my heart, all the time I continued laughing.
"HOW COULD YOU SIRIUS?" He screamed again.
I quickly ducked out of his way and pushed him into the corner. I walked forwards, his chest at the end of my wand. When he was finally pushed into the corner he smiled wickedly. I looked at him confused. He pulled out a dagger and cut off his middle finger. He winced and held his bloody hand, trying to ignore the pain I hoped it was causing him.
"You know Sirius," He whispered spitefully, "You never gave me enough credit. You'll have time to think about that in Azkaban." I laughed again.
"You're the one going to that place Peter." I spat.
"I beg to differ." Peter replied. Suddenly he screamed. I lunged forward and behind me half the street blew apart. I looked down and Peter was gone, all that was left was his middle finger.
People were screaming all around me. I stood, not able to believe what had happened. Peter had got the better of me. He had made it so that every witness would believe I killed Lily and James. And from what had gone on I wouldn't be surprised if they believed I had blown up the street and blown Peter to bits along with it. The anger I held for Peter burst out of me and I couldn't stop laughing. I don't even know why I was laughing. The fact that Peter's plan was so perfect, that I would be going down for something he did. And knowing Crouch, I wouldn't get a trial. Mad laughter kept spilling out of me. I wasn't able to stop. Soon Enforcers from the Ministry arrived and arrested me. I leant back on the wall where Peter had been standing looking at the damage he had caused. It was disgusting what he had done. Not only had he killed his best friends, he had just killed countless innocent muggles. I hadn't seen how many people were in the street at the time but I know there were quite a few. All the time I couldn't stop laughing. All the hate in me spilling out through my laughs. Fudge looked at me with disgust and he ordered for me to receive the worst punishment without trial...To be sent to Azkaban for the rest of my destroyed, pointless life.
