Short chappy, sorry about that...

Monday November 1, 1981.

"It was not the Ministry of Magic who found Black. It was little Peter Pettigrew."

The street was crowded with muggles doing their last shopping and talking about the strange things that had happened that day. Nobody noticed the big black dog with his nose on the street, following a trace. Suddenly it raised his head, gave a short yelp and ran away into another street, causing an old Muggle woman to fall.

"Really unacceptable, those dogs without a leash."

"The strangest things happen the last few days. Have you heard about the owls flying around today?" And the people forgot about the dog.

The dog ran into another street, also filled with muggles, but less than in the other one. The dog looked around and saw a couple of big rats. He growled and approached a rather fat, grey one. Suddenly, the rat changed into a man. It happened so quickly hardly any Muggle noticed, and those who did blinked and thought they were probably mistaken. The rat had changed into a small man with colourless hair. He was slightly too fat for his height and seemed rather uncomfortable. He looked at the place where the dog had been, but now there stood a man. It was Sirius, who said: "So, there you are Peter. Couldn't stand seeing your friends die, could you? Or is it: couldn't stand seeing your master die?"

"I.. I don't know where you're talking about" stuttered Peter, looking for a way to escape.

"I'm talking about betraying your friends, James and Lily Potter!" Sirius roared. A few muggles turned around to see what was happening.

Peter trembled slightly at the sound of the names.

"What's the matter? Can't stand hearing their names?"

 "You have no idea. Lord Voldemort is such a strong wizard…" he started.

"Not a strong wizard now, is he? More like a dead wizard if you ask me! And now his servant will die too!" Sirius draw his wand.

"Sirius… You can't kill me! I'm your friend…"

"Nice friend. Why would I spare my friends when you did not?"

"You leave me no choice!" Before Sirius could do anything, Peter draw his wand, held it behind his back and screamed "Lily and James, Sirius! How could you!"

"What! You filthy lying…" Sirius roared.

The next moment he was blown from his feet.

A few minutes later he scrambled on his feet again. His yaw dropped. There was a big hole in the middle of the street. Muggles were lying around it, most of them bleeding, some of them dead. He couldn't see Peter anywhere. He heard squeaking at his feet. He looked down and saw a lot of rats running to the sewers. He thought he saw a big grey one… Sirius couldn't help himself; he started to laugh. Finally, he thought, you're the better one, Peter. Until I get you…

When the ministry arrived, they found a street which looked like a battlefield. Sirius Black was in the middle of it, laughing like a madman.