A/n: Ha, I just forgot what I was going to write as an A/n!!! OH NO!!! Oh, well, then I guess the same applies as in all my other chapters!

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The Black Night
Chapter Four-
Discovering the Night



There was commotion. I could hear the prisoners stirring. But what was it? I looked out of the window in my door, but I couldn't see anything. I went back and sat on my bed. My thoughts, for some reason, drifted to Peter. To the day I tried to kill him, but he got better of me...

I had searched for Peter night and day for three days. Finally I cornered him in the middle of a busy muggle street in London.

"So, I've finally caught you," I whispered dangerously, "ready to pay, Peter?"

"You've come back to kill me! You've killed Lily and James and you've come back to kill me!" Shrieked Peter.

"I killed Lily and James?" I roared. I was infuriated, I didn't just want to hurt Peter, I wanted to kill him, I had to kill him.

"Yes, yes, you killed them and now you're going to kill me!"

"Well, right in one Peter."

"So, are you just going to kill all of your friends? You going to do your masters bidding?"

"Don't lie to me Peter! You betrayed Lily and James, you were Voldemort's spy, don't even try to pin this on me!"

I pulled out my wand. I was going to curse him, to hex him, to kill him, anything. I had the words practically out of my mouth, but little Peter was quicker on the draw. He disappeared with a boom. He blew up half the street. Did he just blow himself up, or did he fake his death?

In the meantime the muggles were in disarray. It was complete pandemonium. People were shouting, many were crying. I looked around and saw that there were at least a dozen muggles lying injured on the ground. Then out of nowhere Ministry of Magic officials were swooping down on me. Barty Crouch, head of Magical Law Enforcement, ran up to me and put my arms in an arm locker charm and said, "Sirius Black, I am placing you under arrest for the murders of Peter Pettigrew and a possible other 12 muggles."

"But, I didn't do it!"

"Do not lie to me sir, now come with me."

As Crouch led me away I had only one thought in mind, revenge. If I ever found out that Peter was alive I would get revenge...

I heard voices outside of my door. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but within a few moments my door banged open and Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, was standing in the door way.

"Sirius, how are you?" he said rather jovially for being inside Azkaban.

"Fine." I answered dully.

"Good, I wanted to check and-er- see how you were."

"Oh, ok." I knew that's not why he wanted to see me; actually I don't know why he wanted to see me. But I knew it wasn't that.

The minister tried to start up a few conversations, all of which went rather amiss. I think he was shocked at how normal I seemed. Of course, he didn't know my secret. The fact of being innocent kept me going, as I said, and it let me keep some of my powers. Another thing he didn't know was that I was an animagus. Anytime being in Azkaban would overwhelm me I could change into a dog. Animal feelings are less complex so I couldn't feel as much of the depressing feelings of Azkaban.

About fifteen minutes later the Minister bade me farewell and turned to leave, but I stopped him.

"Er, Minister sir, if you're finished with it, could I keep your paper?"

"My newspaper?" he answered, shocked.

"Yeah, I miss doing the crossword."

The Minister tossed me the paper and left. I flipped through the paper, amazed at my luck.

I was now nearly finished with the paper, as I turned the page I saw a picture that caught my eye. It was a family; a large family of seven people and one of the boys had a rat perched on his shoulder. The rat seemed oddly familiar, I took a closer look. I saw its little paw clutching onto the boys shoulder, it was missing a finger. Then I knew, I knew what that rat really was.

"Peter," I muttered, "I knew I'd find you one of these days." I didn't even have to look hard to find Peter. I had read the article with the picture and I knew he was at Hogwarts with that boy.

From that moment on it was an obsession. I knew where Peter was and I had to get him. I had to get revenge, I had to escape, I had to commit the murder I had been imprisoned for, for twelve long years...