CHAPTER THREE
The Hunter Becomes the Hunted
No one, not even James himself, could understand or even contimplate the anger that was coursing its way through the veins of Sirius Black. He was well beyond insanity, nothing was running through his body at that very moment, nothing but hate. It was now sun-up on the morning of November 1, 1981, and already rumors were starting to work its way through the wizarding world, rumors that spoke of the death of the Dark Lord Voldemort. These rumors did not even reach the ears of Sirius Black, for all he heard on that morning was his own thoughts. Thoughts of manhandling the chubby figure of Peter Pettigrew. What Curse shall I use on him first?
He decided on a course of action: He would kill him slow, very slowly, making him feel every ounce of pain that he, Sirius Black, inflicted on him. There was no emotion running through him. His eyes were bloodshot from the tears that he had shed the previous night, and no more tears were left in his body to shed. He was a mindless zombie that was bent on only one thing: murder.
He knew that Peter Pettigrew would try to get out of dodge, he knew that at this very moment Pettigrew was standing in line to get a ticket for the earliest train out of Britain. He would stop him long before he even saw the train, he must stop him. He walked down the crowded muggle streets of London, absentmindedly bumping into people. He didn't notice this, he could only see one thing, and that was his objective. Where is that rat? Where is that coward of a man, that traitor of friends, that evil, fat ass moron that has just signed his own death warrant?
He was at the train station now and he began to look for the small, chubby figure of Peter Pettigrew. It didn't take long, Pettigrew was walking toward a gray-colored train, looking quickly around to his left and right. He broke into a run, and was now within calling distance.
"PETTIGREW!" He shouted, elbowing his way toward him.
Peter turned around, his eyes nearly popping out of his head at the sight of Sirius. Peter began to turn his head in every which direction, trying to find a corridor in which to escape. He decided on a path to his right and made a run for it.
Sirius ran after him. Pettigrew wasn't getting away. He will pay for this treachery that is well beyond what you would call evil. They had reached a dead end, many people were walking on this little side street. Pettigrew continued to look around for an alternate route, but everything was closed off...he was trapped.
"PETTIGREW," Sirius shouted, taking out his wand, "PREPARE TO MEET YOUR MAKER....IN HELL!!!"
"NO!" Pettigrew shouted. He had taken his wand out as well. With what looked like some very quick thinking, Pettigrew suddenly began to shout, "SIRIUS!!! YOU TRAITOR!!! LILY AND JAMES, SIRIUS!! HOW COULD YOU?! YOU MURDERED THEM!!!!
Pettigrew now had his wand behind his back and before Sirius could even mutter the two simple words that he so desperately, a low rumble which grew into a roar, caused the ground to shake and then, an explosion rang out from up under Pettigrew. Smoke and flame shout a hundred feet into the air. Bodies fell into the huge crater left by the explosion. Hundreds of people began to run for it. Sirius was flung back twenty feet before hitting the back of his head on the pavement.
The world began to spin, but he quickly regained his senses. Standing up, he stood over the crater that Pettigrew's curse had created. He just stared into it, unblinking. Pettigrew had killed himself....the idiot. I was suppose to kill him, Sirius thought. He chuckled, but that chuckle became a laugh, and that laugh became a roar of laughter and that roar of laughter became an insane cackle. And he couldn't help it. He just stood there, gawking at the crater and the dead bodies within it, laughing his full head off.
Sirens began to sound and began making their way towards Sirius. A Ministry of Magic car pulled over on the main street, opposite the crater. Out popped Frank Longbottom and Cornelius Fudge. They saw the scene before them and did not need to think about what they had seen any longer.
"Sirius Black," Frank said, his wand out, "in the name of the Ministry of Magic, you are under the arrest for the murders of James Potter and Lily Potter, the murder of Petter Pettigrew and fourteen muggles."
Sirius, still laughing but hearing every word Frank had said, just nodded and continued to laugh. Both Frank and Fudge grabbed him by the arms and shoved him toward the Ministry Car. They pushed him into it and they drove off toward the Ministry of Magic itself.
"I DIDN'T DO IT!" Shouted Sirius Black for the nineteenth time. He was in an interrigation room, Bartemus Crouch was sitting in the chair opposite him, tapping his pen on the wooden table before him. Above Sirius stood an Auror named Jamison. With this shout Crouch nodded to the Auror and Jamison punched Sirius in the stomach.
"I am only going to ask this so many times, Mr. Black," Crouch said calmly, "What are the names of the remaining Death Eaters?"
"I told you," Sirius began, preparing to be punched again, "I am not one of them so how the hell should I know what their names are?"
However, Crouch didn't nod to Jamison this time, he simply just folded his hands and leaned closer to Sirius.
"The more you tell me, the more I can guarantee that you will not be kissed."
What little color was left on Sirius's face left it. "I already told you Crouch, I DON'T KNOW WHO THEY ARE!"
SMACK. Jamison had slapped Sirius across the face.
"It's Mr. Crouch to you scum bag." Jamison said nastily.
"Black you either reveal their names or I will have no choice but to have the Dementors administor the kiss."
"FINE," Sirius spat, "you want names? I'll tell you the ones that I know: Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Igor Karkaroff, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Avery--
"We already know the names of these Death Eaters, as do you." Crouch stated coolly.
"You wanted names," Sirius snapped, "And I gave them to you."
"And that's the best you can do?" Crouch asked, eyebrows raised.
"For an innocent man, yes." Sirius finished.
Sighing, Crouch took one last look at Sirius, before standing up. Before he left the room he turned back and said, "Oh, the sentence. You are to be locked up in Azkaban for the rest of your miserable life. It should give you enough time to brood on what you have done to your friends. I would never have thought, that you, out of all people would betray the Potters. I mean you were such close friends." He sighed again and exited.
"NO TRIAL?!" Sirius called after him.
Crouch either had not heard this comment or just ignored it because he didn't respond. Jamison looked down on Sirius, nothing but the upmost loathing etched on his face.
"How could you Black, how could you betray your friends?" The Auror asked. Sirius did not answer, he just stared out into space, not wanting to believe that James was dead and that HE was going to Azkaban.
This had to be a dream, he tried to pinch himself to see if he would wake up, but he was under the full body bind curse. This was just to hard to believe, it was an impossible worst-case scenario. Harry, he had failed Harry, he had failed James and he had failed Lily. He had wrongly accused Lupin. He had wrongly accused the werewolf. He had asked to see Remus, but Remus had sent an owl saying that he would not see him.
Well Lupin did suspect me. I just can't tell him, my only true friend left on this earth, what I want to tell him: My side of the story. If Remus would come down here and hear him out he may be able to sort this mess out and go retrieve Harry from his aunt and uncles. But Sirius could not have imagined that his troubles were only just beginning.
The Hunter Becomes the Hunted
No one, not even James himself, could understand or even contimplate the anger that was coursing its way through the veins of Sirius Black. He was well beyond insanity, nothing was running through his body at that very moment, nothing but hate. It was now sun-up on the morning of November 1, 1981, and already rumors were starting to work its way through the wizarding world, rumors that spoke of the death of the Dark Lord Voldemort. These rumors did not even reach the ears of Sirius Black, for all he heard on that morning was his own thoughts. Thoughts of manhandling the chubby figure of Peter Pettigrew. What Curse shall I use on him first?
He decided on a course of action: He would kill him slow, very slowly, making him feel every ounce of pain that he, Sirius Black, inflicted on him. There was no emotion running through him. His eyes were bloodshot from the tears that he had shed the previous night, and no more tears were left in his body to shed. He was a mindless zombie that was bent on only one thing: murder.
He knew that Peter Pettigrew would try to get out of dodge, he knew that at this very moment Pettigrew was standing in line to get a ticket for the earliest train out of Britain. He would stop him long before he even saw the train, he must stop him. He walked down the crowded muggle streets of London, absentmindedly bumping into people. He didn't notice this, he could only see one thing, and that was his objective. Where is that rat? Where is that coward of a man, that traitor of friends, that evil, fat ass moron that has just signed his own death warrant?
He was at the train station now and he began to look for the small, chubby figure of Peter Pettigrew. It didn't take long, Pettigrew was walking toward a gray-colored train, looking quickly around to his left and right. He broke into a run, and was now within calling distance.
"PETTIGREW!" He shouted, elbowing his way toward him.
Peter turned around, his eyes nearly popping out of his head at the sight of Sirius. Peter began to turn his head in every which direction, trying to find a corridor in which to escape. He decided on a path to his right and made a run for it.
Sirius ran after him. Pettigrew wasn't getting away. He will pay for this treachery that is well beyond what you would call evil. They had reached a dead end, many people were walking on this little side street. Pettigrew continued to look around for an alternate route, but everything was closed off...he was trapped.
"PETTIGREW," Sirius shouted, taking out his wand, "PREPARE TO MEET YOUR MAKER....IN HELL!!!"
"NO!" Pettigrew shouted. He had taken his wand out as well. With what looked like some very quick thinking, Pettigrew suddenly began to shout, "SIRIUS!!! YOU TRAITOR!!! LILY AND JAMES, SIRIUS!! HOW COULD YOU?! YOU MURDERED THEM!!!!
Pettigrew now had his wand behind his back and before Sirius could even mutter the two simple words that he so desperately, a low rumble which grew into a roar, caused the ground to shake and then, an explosion rang out from up under Pettigrew. Smoke and flame shout a hundred feet into the air. Bodies fell into the huge crater left by the explosion. Hundreds of people began to run for it. Sirius was flung back twenty feet before hitting the back of his head on the pavement.
The world began to spin, but he quickly regained his senses. Standing up, he stood over the crater that Pettigrew's curse had created. He just stared into it, unblinking. Pettigrew had killed himself....the idiot. I was suppose to kill him, Sirius thought. He chuckled, but that chuckle became a laugh, and that laugh became a roar of laughter and that roar of laughter became an insane cackle. And he couldn't help it. He just stood there, gawking at the crater and the dead bodies within it, laughing his full head off.
Sirens began to sound and began making their way towards Sirius. A Ministry of Magic car pulled over on the main street, opposite the crater. Out popped Frank Longbottom and Cornelius Fudge. They saw the scene before them and did not need to think about what they had seen any longer.
"Sirius Black," Frank said, his wand out, "in the name of the Ministry of Magic, you are under the arrest for the murders of James Potter and Lily Potter, the murder of Petter Pettigrew and fourteen muggles."
Sirius, still laughing but hearing every word Frank had said, just nodded and continued to laugh. Both Frank and Fudge grabbed him by the arms and shoved him toward the Ministry Car. They pushed him into it and they drove off toward the Ministry of Magic itself.
"I DIDN'T DO IT!" Shouted Sirius Black for the nineteenth time. He was in an interrigation room, Bartemus Crouch was sitting in the chair opposite him, tapping his pen on the wooden table before him. Above Sirius stood an Auror named Jamison. With this shout Crouch nodded to the Auror and Jamison punched Sirius in the stomach.
"I am only going to ask this so many times, Mr. Black," Crouch said calmly, "What are the names of the remaining Death Eaters?"
"I told you," Sirius began, preparing to be punched again, "I am not one of them so how the hell should I know what their names are?"
However, Crouch didn't nod to Jamison this time, he simply just folded his hands and leaned closer to Sirius.
"The more you tell me, the more I can guarantee that you will not be kissed."
What little color was left on Sirius's face left it. "I already told you Crouch, I DON'T KNOW WHO THEY ARE!"
SMACK. Jamison had slapped Sirius across the face.
"It's Mr. Crouch to you scum bag." Jamison said nastily.
"Black you either reveal their names or I will have no choice but to have the Dementors administor the kiss."
"FINE," Sirius spat, "you want names? I'll tell you the ones that I know: Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Igor Karkaroff, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Avery--
"We already know the names of these Death Eaters, as do you." Crouch stated coolly.
"You wanted names," Sirius snapped, "And I gave them to you."
"And that's the best you can do?" Crouch asked, eyebrows raised.
"For an innocent man, yes." Sirius finished.
Sighing, Crouch took one last look at Sirius, before standing up. Before he left the room he turned back and said, "Oh, the sentence. You are to be locked up in Azkaban for the rest of your miserable life. It should give you enough time to brood on what you have done to your friends. I would never have thought, that you, out of all people would betray the Potters. I mean you were such close friends." He sighed again and exited.
"NO TRIAL?!" Sirius called after him.
Crouch either had not heard this comment or just ignored it because he didn't respond. Jamison looked down on Sirius, nothing but the upmost loathing etched on his face.
"How could you Black, how could you betray your friends?" The Auror asked. Sirius did not answer, he just stared out into space, not wanting to believe that James was dead and that HE was going to Azkaban.
This had to be a dream, he tried to pinch himself to see if he would wake up, but he was under the full body bind curse. This was just to hard to believe, it was an impossible worst-case scenario. Harry, he had failed Harry, he had failed James and he had failed Lily. He had wrongly accused Lupin. He had wrongly accused the werewolf. He had asked to see Remus, but Remus had sent an owl saying that he would not see him.
Well Lupin did suspect me. I just can't tell him, my only true friend left on this earth, what I want to tell him: My side of the story. If Remus would come down here and hear him out he may be able to sort this mess out and go retrieve Harry from his aunt and uncles. But Sirius could not have imagined that his troubles were only just beginning.