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Siriusly Haunted by Sirius Black

I said that Peter marred some of my memories – sure, I tried not to think of them, but I couldn't exactly stop them from resurfacing in my sleep. One of them replayed over and over, haunting my sleep and seeping through into my daytime thoughts. I couldn't get away from it; I couldn't escape it. It was always going to be there, so I had to think about it.

It came to me as clear as day – I was talking to Lily and James about using Peter as their Secret Keeper instead of me. I could feel the words coming out of my mouth and I was desperately trying to stop them. I knew what the consequences of those actions were now, and they ran through my head while those fateful words erupted from me.

I couldn't stop the words, of course I couldn't stop the words – it was only a nightmare. Obviously I hadn't known the consequences at the time, but it still haunted me that I was the one who suggested using Peter. It still haunted me that my two best friends might still be with me if I hadn't persuaded them that they'd be better of using Peter as their Secret Keeper. So much rested on those words – their lives, Harry's life, my freedom and maybe even the lives of those twelve innocent muggles.

The happy memories of Lily and James hurt too - seeing them so happy, so loving, so young and full of life when they were gone.

I remembered what they were like at Hogwarts – especially James. All the pranks we pulled and excuses we made in class, all the times James tried not to be obvious about fancying Lily but failed miserably, the day that he finally managed to get a date with her, and the day when he asked me to be best man at their wedding. Of course I'll always remember the actual day too.

I don't think they'd blame me, they didn't know about Peter and I didn't know either. Maybe they'd blame me for being so rash though. I was so proud when they asked me to be Harry's godfather and I had no clue where he was now. Sure, he was probably fine – Dumbledore wouldn't let anything happen to him, but I promised. I promised to look after him if anything ever happened to them and I'd let my anger get the better of me instead; I'd broken my promise.

A big thank you to the lovely people who found it in their hearts to review! Hehe - I know the chapters are really short, but that's just how they run. I don't think they should be really long. With thanks to: Loki Mischeif-Maker, MidnightPrincess, Naoko-san (x2) and child-of-scorpio.

Tanya (P.S - I have written a load of the next chapter of You Can Trust Me, but I think it's going to end up longer than usual. I have FOUR exams next week, so it might be a while before I update.) Argggggggg.