Chapter 1: Premonition
I argued endlessly with James. He would not have it. " Sirius, I don't need a foil, I need you. I know that nothing can happen to us while you are protecting us. Why do you even want to consider otherwise ? Did you think you would break-down under the cruciatus ? I know you better than you do, my friend. There is no force on the earth that will get those rascals to make you betray me."
My eyes dimmed for a moment, but this was not about me being broken under pain or torture, it was about magic we did not know. Voldemort had grown over the years, learning dark secrets of a forbidden nature. Even Dumbledore hesitated when I asked him about what other weapons he might have. The truth is, no one knows. Voldemort's greatest strength has been his secrecy. What if he knew a spell that would enable him to use the strength of my love for James and his family, to extract my memory for … How will I face it if something happens to Harry ? Love can be used for ancient magic at its best, so why not at its worst ?
Peter, cringeworthy Peter, foolish, weak Peter, is still a mate. No one, not even Voldemort would make the mistake of thinking that any of us would ever place our trust in him. He can barely hold his wand without shaking and wets himself 2-3 times everyday. Even now, I see him sitting near the fireplace, digging booger from his nose and eating apple pie. He disgusts me, but he could be the perfect ploy... Strangely enough even with his thick headed stupidity, he seemed eager to execute this plan. He seemed to want to play a role, contribute something to our fraternity, and feel more amongst us. He was a nincompoop to begin with, but he had been drifting away from us lately. He has been absent from so many dinners at the Potters, they cannot go out now, so we try and visit them frequently as James tends to get restless very often. I don't blame him, I would have wanted to stretch myself a bit, go out and take some risks, break Snape's nose once in a while, the bloody greasy, oily snob. But atleast I can bring him news that he can laugh about once in a while, amidst the news of deaths. Lily cooks a wonderful meal every time, but gets severely upset by any news about deaths, so I don't tell him till later into the night. Besides the things we talk about Snape, can hardly be spoken in front of her.
