Dumbledore appeared in the cave, several things happened at once, Sirius lost his grip, and Pettigrew ran toward Dumbledore, groveling at his feet.

Dumbledore looked down at him, mused. Sirius kept shooting dagger glares at the back of Pettigrew's head, furious Pettigrew would even dare go near him.

"I'm sorry! For everything I've done, please forgive me!" He cried.

"You're not sorry." Sirius spat, "You wanted the power, to be Voldermort's second hand, come now have you lost you're complete sense of good and evil?"

"Now Sirius, maybe he is sorry, you never know the remorse of a person until they're groveling at your feet." He smiled at Sirius jokingly. He returned it.

"So you forgive me?" Asked Peter, (rather stupidly on his part).

Dumbledore looked at Sirius, then down at Peter, whom was in tears.

"No Peter, I couldn't possibly give you that satisfaction."

He walked towards Sirius, as Peter gripped the back of Dumbledore's robes.

Dumbledore turned around.

"Please, good sir, I see the kindness in your eyes, your heart."

"As if you could look that far." Remarked Sirius.

Dumbledore smiled at Sirius, and continued walking, and Pettigrew lost grip missing his stride.

He looked over from Sirius to me, lying on the floor.

"Dear god, is she all right?" He asked, coming, and kneeling beside me.

"Voldermort did it." Pettigrew squeaked.

"He did, did he?" Asked Sirius glaring fiercely at him.

"I. I don't know how he does it. He just does." He answered.

Sirius noticed he had reached for my wand, lying forgotten on the floor. He walked over, and put his foot lightly on his hand, as Pettigrew gripped it, he put his weight down, and Peter squealed in pain. He picked it up, and pointed it at him.

"How dare you, even come here, and ask Almbus for forgiveness you stupid little prat. How gullible do you think he is? He's the greatest sorcerer in the world, and you think you could underestimate him so easily?"

"That is where you're wrong. Said Peter. The Dark Lord is the greatest sorcerer in the world."

Sirius's eyes went ablaze with hatred. "What did you say?" He asked.

"I told you-." Sirius picked him up by his throat against the wall.

"You." Sirius hit a pressure point, and Peter dropped to the floor.

"How's Sidney?" He asked, walking over. "She's all right, I think she's coming around." He replied.

"That's wonderful. I knew doing something to Peter would break the bond."

"Yes, he answered, but Harry's bond grows stronger."

"Harry.?" He thought about it, and realized what must've been happening.

"Where are they?" He asked hurriedly.

"My office," He answered.

"Voldermort could kill him couldn't he?"

"No, not as long as he's in my office. There's too much of my strength there."

"Did you make sure they would stay in there? I mean, Harry's just like James. One pinch of curiosity, and he's out of there looking."

"Hermione and Ron will counter him." He replied.

"I would think Harry would convince them otherwise."

"You shouldn't worry so much Sirius. They won't go against my word."

I finally arose to consciousness. "What happened?" I asked.

"It's really a long story." Sirius answered.

"It is indeed Miss. Black, let's get you out of here, and back with the others."

It felt weird for me to be called "Black" when I was so used to Knouss. Dumbledore apperated me to his office. Harry sat there, kneading his forehead with his knuckles.

"Are you all right?" I asked him looking from Harry's, to Ron and Hermione's face. Harry sullenly shook his head, and I sat down.

~*Meanwhile back in the cave atop Hogsmeade*~

Pettigrew arose to Consciousness, and Sirius looked down at him.

"Are you going to cooperate? Or am I going to have to beat it out of you Peter?"

"James." He began.

Sirius eyed him. "What about James?" He asked, his tongue still aflame from their last little upbringing several minutes before.

"He would've wanted it otherwise."

You could hear Dumbledore scoff from behind Sirius.

"You know what James would've wanted?" He asked, as if daring him to answer.

"He would've wanted to see his boy grow up Peter, he would want you dead right now if he knew what had happened, how you framed me. I would never have done anything to hurt Lily and James, and you transfigured, left me to deal with those damn muggle police, and I'll tell you one thing, I'm keeping you alive because Dumbledore's here, and you deserve to be thrown in Azkaban, not me Peter."

"The Dark Lord will see to it that you're dead along with that boy, because of what you did to one of his loyal servants!" He squeaked.

"Loyal? You call yourself loyal? Correct me if I'm wrong Peter, won't you die if the dear old kind Dark Lord hears of your failure, and our defeat? And I know you were trying to use Sidney as a lure for all the people that would come looking for her. But look at you now, you coward. Cowering in a corner, begging forgiveness, I would think Voldermort would've taught his followers not to beg for mercy."

Peter looked up at him. "You'll pay for this! I swear it, by the Dark Lord, as soon as I'm thrown, he'll kill you, and you won't even realize it until it's already done you fool."

"Now, now Peter you can't be swearing things Voldermort (Peter flinched) couldn't possibly be capable of now can you?" Asked Dumbledore smartly.

Peter ached to say something, but held his tongue.

"I'm going to go check on the others, I trust Sirius, you won't do anything drastic. I'm also informing the Ministry of Pettigrew's finding. He smiled sarcastically in Peter's direction, and then said, "I'll be back shortly."

"Yes sir, you can trust me." With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore had vanished.