a/n yeah, it's really really short, but i think ::you think?!::(shut up neffi)[I'll help with that! ~curses neffi~]::~screams in the background~:: but i think it gets the point across rather well, thank you very much:) oh, be glad, it now no longer reads:
ÐÏࡱá which before led to much chaos in my mind... dunno why that happened...

James is dead. My best friend is dead. Is there no justice in this world? Yesterday, just yesterday he was alive. Him and his wife, perfectly healthy, living. Harry smiling, and giggling on his mother's lap. Now both are dead, Lily and James, both. Murdered at mine own fault, and Harry shipped off to a life hardly better than that of slavery. No. It is not my fault, it is Pettigrew's. The filthy rat of a being. Hatred runs through my veins at the thought of that name. He shall pay for what he has done. I'll be sure of that. Even if I have to hunt him to the ends of the earth, or break out of Azkaban itself, I will be sure his soul burns in Hell! I'll be sure of that! Oh! But it is my fault that they trusted them, I told them to. Was I afraid to die for my friends, my family? How could I ever be so greedy? James, your were closer to me then family, you were my family. What have I done to deserve such a curse? And you Remus, Moony, you are the most loyal creature on this planet, how could I distrust you? How could I believe that you were a spy for Voldemort? It was Pettigrew! I spit on that name. Remus, was I bias against you because of what you are? You could not help that; we told you that we never would let that bother us, that we'd always be your friends, trusting you. I've deceived the two people closes to me. James is dead, Remus shall abhor me for ever, think me a murder, an oath baker, a beast not worthy of life! Even a dementor's kiss would not be justice enough in his mind, or in mine... And why? Was I afraid of death? I was afraid to die for those I loved! I ne'er should've trusted that rat! He will die. Be sure of that. I'll kill him with my own hands if I must, he will die. And what about Harry? My Godchild? Hagrid has taken him away by Dumbledore's orders, to live with Lily's sister. I am his, was his, Godfather, he should be in my care, not his Aunt's family! I've heard about these people! There are no worse, minus Pettigrew, people on this earth. They hate our kind; they hate magic. They will try to stomp it out of him. How can Harry LIVE with them? If they have their way, Harry shall never see the quidditch grounds, or sit in front of the fire in the Gryffindore common room. Hagrid has just taken the last thing that puts worth to my life and gave him to Medieval monsters! I'm Harry's Godfather, James would've wanted me to look after his son, not Pansy, or whatever her name is! Not them! I have given away, sold away, thrown away everything that makes my life have meaning. James and Lily are dead. What have I done? What curse did put me on this world? Mark my word, I swear, by what ever life is left in my body, by what ever still holds me to this earth, I shall, will, I must kill Peter Pettigrew, he shall die by my own hands, and justice shall be done for the death of James and Lily Potter.