It's Not Easy

And then he remembered something he had seen. A skinny man.bald, in.BLACK ROBES??? A piece of wood in one hand? Pet.Peter? He got up, brushed his tears away. If he was going to die fighting, he would. Pain and memories were all that coursed through his blood. "Pettigrew.you are a dead man."

Sirius wiped his blood spattered hands on the equally blood covered clothes. He stood with hot rage filling him. He took out his wand and cleaned himself up a bit. Then he took off in the direction he had seen Pettigrew rushing away in.

"Pettigrew! I'll screw your bloody head off!" he shouted, to no one in particular.

I'm more than a bird

I'm more than a plane I'm more than some pretty face beside a train

And it's not easy to be me

Amazingly, he found himself in Muggle area. He scanned the place thoroughly. Neglected shops were situated in every direction. Mud and puddles scattered the uneven gravel. But by far the worst part was that Muggles walked up and down the street, into the shops, out of them and by each other. He continued to analyze all this when, with a cry of anger, he spotted Peter.

Peter's face was pale, his breath coming in pants. He drew his robes around him. He met Sirius' stony glare with one of shock. "Why Sirius.glad you joined me." He shifted his hands into the sleeves of his robes.

Angrily, Sirius started towards him. "Pettigrew, you are dead." He muttered under his breath.

Peter stumbled away and fell. Sirius continued to walk towards him, the look of hate burning in his eyes.

And then Peter smirked. From his sleeve he began to draw his wand. Sirius stopped in mid-step.

"Why Sirius? Why did you kill them?" he asked in a whisper. The wand continued out of the ragged sleeve.

"Why did I kill them?" Sirius demanded. "You, you are the monster that killed them!"

Wish that I could cry

Fall upon my knees

A tear rolled down his cheek, and he angrily wiped it away. That Peter could destroy such a happy life.a child would be left without a home, or any memories whatsoever.

Find a way to lie

About a home I'll never see

"Just die." He whispered. Peter's grin broadened.

"Me? Die? No, Sirius, YOU will be the one. You will be the one suffering!" the wand finally came out. Peter's eyes shone with malevolence.

"Why Sirius?! Why did you kill them!?" his shout broke the second of silence that had hung in the air. Sirius took a step back and drew his own wand.

It may sound absurd

But don't be naïve

Even heroes have the right to bleed

A blast of white light erupted from Peter's wand. Sirius conjured up a barrier, but it was blown away by the impact of the spell Peter had made. He was thrown back into a wall, his head smashing painfully against it.

I may be disturbed

But won't you concede Even heroes have the right dream

It's not easy to be me

"Pettigrew." his eyesight blurred, a red colour in his view. Where Peter had stood, there was nothing. Smoke and dust billowed in the air. The screaming people surrounding him were unheard to him. A couple of bloody bodies lay around him. One was missing an arm; another had a gory, blood- spattered face, his eye was missing and his mouth was open, blood pouring out of it in a mini-torrent.

He felt a wave of nausea wash over him. His tears came again to his eyes. The pain overwhelmed him and he felt sick to the stomach. More than anything, he wished he could just die. People were staring at him, some of them whispering incoherent words.

He tried to get up, but found that he couldn't. When he moved, the people around him screamed. A panic arose.

Up up and away

Away from me It's all right You can all sleep sound tonight I'm not crazy.

Or anything

"I've failed you.James.Lily.Harry.I'm sorry." He fell into a troubled unconsciousness.

I can't stand to fly

I'm not that naive

Men weren't meant to ride

With clouds between their knees

When he awoke, a horrible feeling of sadness washed over him. "Pettigrew!" he cried in a hoarse voice. He felt something push him down. His eyesight became lucid and he saw a man beside him.

I'm more than a man in a funny red sheet

Digging for kryptonite on this one-way street More than a man in a funny red sheet

Looking for special things inside of me

"Where am I?" he demanded, sitting up. Pain shot through him and he was quick to lie back down on the hard cot.

"Azkaban." The man in front of him said. Sirius recognized him to be the Minister. His eyes looked a piercing black in the darkness. "For the murder of thirteen Muggles, Peter Pettigrew and for betraying the Potter family to the Dark One."

"What?" Sirius asked in a bewildered tone. He had killed someone? Since when? How?

"For your crime, we the Ministry of Magic sentence you to a life-time sentence in Azkaban." He got up and made his way to the cell doorway. He called a guard of two Dementors to stand in front of the door.

"What? What have I done? Where is Pettigrew? Where did that lying *censor* (there ARE little kids you know.) who killed-"

The Minister turned. "Enough! You've killed him already!" "No I haven't! He killed James! And Lily! He betrayed them to You- Know-Who!" Sirius fell to his knees, hands wrapped around the bars. He hadn't realized he had even crossed to the bars.

The Minister snapped and then walked out. The Dementors turned to him and touched him, each placing a scaly hand on his hands. He felt an excruciating feeling of weakness, sadness and despair. He crumpled in a heap on the floor.

"James.Lily.I tried my best. Harry.sorry."

It's not easy to be me

*END*

A/N: So good! So good! Yah hope you guys liked it! R/R!