Author Note: I'm sorry it took me soooooooo incredibly long to finally update this story. I've been very busy with college and for some reason this chapter has been slow going. But, it's finally done! It's in a different form from the others, as you can see. Both Sirius and Snape's point of views. Hope you enjoy it. And thanks to everyone from the reviews, both here and on lj. They always make me feel great!

A resounding pop echoed down the street as a dark haired figure apparated to the spot. Sirius Black shook his hair out and carefully looked over the area, wand out, to make sure no one was around.

"Emerald and Prongs." He spoke into the dim evening light.

In front of Sirius a thin dirt path appeared leading to a small two level house. Stepping onto the path Sirius walked down towards the Potter's home. They had recently added this security measure to their residence after the attack on them by several death eaters. Coming to the gate Sirius waved his wand to emit green and yellow sparks. The air by Sirius seemed to shiver as the protective spells around the house allowed him entrance. He bounded up the stone walk and knocked on the door.

"Hello there, Padfoot."

Sirius smiled widely back at the stunning face of Remus Lupin.

"You beat me!"

Remus grinned slyly and nodded.

"You're last, come on in."

Remus moved aside to allow Sirius entrance into the house. Coming in Sirius saw Peter was already there, sitting in a chair by the sofa.

"Happy Anniversary!" Sirius said, spotting James and moving to give him a hug.

"Why, thank you!" James said. "Now where's my present?"

The other three laughed and Lily bopped him on the head as she came in the room.

"You know very well the present is for me." She said.

They all laughed again and James faked a pout

"She never lets me have any fun."

Lily nodded and they all moved to sit in the den where Peter was already situated. Sirius made sure to share a spot on Lily and James' two person couch with Remus.

"So, where have you been Moony? We haven't seen you in awhile."

It had indeed been causing Sirius serious anguish to be parted from the werewolf for so long but Remus hadn't been available. All of Sirius' order work, tailing suspected death eaters and working to keep ministry targets safe, couldn't distract him fully from the Remus sized hole that formed when the other wasn't around.

"I've been busy." Remus didn't look at Sirius when he spoke.

"Too busy to visit? You missed the Halloween party. It was a lot of fun; Lily dressed up as old McGonagall. We missed you."

"I know. I'm sorry." He looked back at Sirius with a smile. "But I'm here now."

"Yeah, you are."

Sirius smiled, forcing back his wonder and worry at Remus' absence. Moony was here now and Sirius felt like it was his party for this fabulous gift.

"James, open the present." Peter was talking. "You'll love it."

Sirius saw James grinning at Lily as he looked back at them.

"See, for me."

"There's one for Lily too." Peter said, handing it over.

Prongs glared playfully at Peter then looked at Lily.

"You win this time."

"You mean every time." She quipped back.

James huffed then turned back to his paper wrapped box. Both then began unwrapping their presents and responded with nearly identical squeals of glee over what they received.

"Oh my God, Peter, it's beautiful."

Lily had pulled a pale green cloak out of her box with gold trim on the sleeves.

"It's charmed to shine in sun and moon light." Peter said, blushing slightly.

Remus cast a surprised look at Sirius who nodded back in agreement. Beside Lily, James was already tapping a small dark mahogany box with his wand. It opened and out of the top came a wide cone shaped beam of light. The light soon turned into a miniature Quidditch match, suspended above the open box.

"Last game of 7th year, Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw for the cup when you made that catch of the snitch by jumping off your broom."

James just continued to stare at the light, eyes following the tiny players.

"He thanks you no doubt." Lily said with a small laugh. "How'd you get that?"

"Actually…"

Peter's voice was drowned out suddenly to Sirius by the man next to him.

"Well, my gift is outshined…" Remus muttered close to Sirius, hot breath ghosting over his ear.

Sirius couldn't respond at first, frozen by the intense feeling of desire rising from his gut like a tidal wave.

"I, uh, yeah, mine's bugger all now."

Sirius regained himself despite the fact that Remus was still close beside him, legs touching at exactly two points and elbows brushing slightly when they breathed.

"We could conjure something when they're not looking." Remus said with a quiet smile, leaning over Sirius' shoulder.

Remus honestly seemed not to have heat sensors in his body or he would have no doubt received third degree burns by now from the fire flowing in Sirius. Every inch of him longed to just turn to the side and capture Remus' lips with his own. It had been too long since Sirius had seen the werewolf and the absence was being made up for now by intense desire. Any little touch from Moony was driving Padfoot up the wall of ecstasy.

Catching his breath, which had seemed to have previously gone on holiday, Sirius nodded and looked sidelong at Remus.

"Good idea, but it think we're too late now."

For once Sirius had no witty remark to accentuate his statement and simply motioned towards James and Lily who were now opening the gifts from Remus and Sirius.

"Oh well." Remus said, smiling as Lily thanked him for the album of wedding photos.

After a large meal of white sauce pasta and chicken, Remus and Sirius were sitting alone on the Potter's back porch. The Longbottoms had arrived for a short visit and Lily was having Harry meet the Longbottom baby, Neville. Unlike the giggly ball of action Harry the little Longbottom was a quiet child with wide eyes that looked at you like he knew every answer there were for any question. Sirius preferred noisy Harry, probably because he saw little bits of his nature and James' already popping up in little Harry.

Looking to his right Sirius regarded the strict profile of a Remus looking at the night sky.

"What are you brooding about pensive boy?"

Sirius always had to lighten the mood. It was in his opinion that one had to live for the now and not worry too much about the past or future, granted he did worry sometimes with the war on. Still, unlike Remus, Sirius didn't do too much planning. He was better at damage control and acting suddenly on his feet; only draw back was that he didn't think ahead before he rushed in.

Remus' eyes, now turned toward Sirius, looked slightly affronted by the question but softened quickly as Remus seemed to realize Sirius meant no slight.

"Just worried about Lily and James."

Sirius nodded faintly, not sure how to respond. The customary 'they'll be ok' didn't really seem to work anymore. Then in a sudden burst of consolation Sirius put him hand on Remus' shoulder. Sad eyes turned to Sirius, for once not masked by an image of calm control, and Sirius felt as though his heart would crack. One hand turned into an arm around back and Remus' head on his shoulder. Sirius ignored the burning in his chest because Remus seemed to be letting his shield down for one moment in time and Sirius would not allow any fire to keep him from it.

Remus let out a shaky sigh which caused an echo in Sirius. They were all still children after all, thrust into adulthood and huge responsibility of a war for their lives before they should have normally been able to manage their own finances. Sirius knew that Remus was really the oldest of them all and had been for years. He had held each of them up more times than his share of supports should have ever allowed. All of them needed help through this war, even Moony.

"What are we going to do, Padfoot?" Remus said from Sirius' shoulder. "What if we don't…"

His sentence didn't need finishing for Sirius to hold him tighter, rest his chin over Remus' head and wish he could kiss the worry and fear away.

"I know. I can't imagine life without…"

He wanted to say, you.

"I know." Remus said, quietly with a tone that made Sirius wonder if he really did know.

Sirius simply held Remus until the other sighed and slipped out of his arms.

"I've got to go."

"Now?" Sirius couldn't stop the pleading tone creeping into his voice.

Remus nodded, standing with an invisible string bringing Sirius along.

"It's…. Just work." Remus said.

Sirius decided not to ask what the work was. Any 'work' any of them had now always brought a feeling of doom with it. Both turned and went inside. James and Lily were talking quietly, Harry between them. The Longbottoms and Peter had obviously left earlier.

"James, Lily," Remus got their attention. "I'm afraid I have to leave you now."

"Must you?" Lily asked.

Remus smiled warmly and ruffled Harry's slight poof of unruly hair.

"Yes, work to attend to."

Everyone nodded and Remus smiled goodbye. They never actually said goodbye because it sounded like forever. Sirius watched Remus' back disappear through the front door and wished for only a moment more.

"I hope it's not order work." Lily muttered, sounding convinced that it was, and sat on the couch with Harry in her lap.

"Hrm…" was all James said as the two men joined Lily.

"By the way, Padfoot," James said to Sirius. "I needed to tell you," He sighed heavily. "Dumbledore is suspicious that there might be a spy within the order."

"What!" Lily practically barked in angry disbelief. "Impossible!"

Harry whined softly in her lap.

"Really, Lils, how else could the death eaters have found us a second time after the move? And now we're here."

"You sure?" Sirius said. "I mean there are other ways."

"Well, he's only suspicious. But it would have to be someone we knew at least. No one else could have known where to find us."

"I don't know…" Lily said.

Sirius wasn't listening however because his brain suddenly wondered what 'work' Remus was doing. He shook his head violently. It was impossible. He would never betray them, werewolf or not. Remus was beautiful, kind, reasonable perfection. They knew him, right?

---x---

Severus, finally finding a suitable vial of night shade, paid the gray looking mad behind the counter and walked out into the dim evening light of Knockturn Alley. He'd been meaning to purchase more potions ingredients for some time but other… things had kept him from it. Thus, now his arms were rather heavy laden with two bags full of precious bottles, jars, and boxes. However, not one to be bothered by bag carrying, Severus muttered a quick reducing spell on the bags, slipped them into his pocket, and walked on. The cool air that always seemed present in this area of London wiped around Severus like an impending storm, but he did not bat an eye. Undoubtedly, Severus Snape would not 'bat an eye' for any reason. Not only was it Severus' nature now to never be phased by anything but it seriously helped when you were a death eater.

Coming up to the entrance of Knockturn alley, Severus saw a strangely familiar back striding just ahead of him. He stiffened, unsure as to whom he was recognizing. Familiarity with anyone outside of his 'organization' was dangerous and as Severus passed he hoped it was not anyone important that would recognize him as well.

"Severus Snape."

Unable to force himself to keep walking Severus stopped dead at the sound of that voice. Fists clenching at his sides Severus turned slowly on his heel to the man that was now beside him.

"Lupin."

Severus still could not move. His past was before him now with gorgeous eyes and pursed lips, cementing him to the spot. It felt like a tremendous weight was suddenly on his chest and was reminding him of old looks, ancient touches, and rough edged memories of days far gone that he had tried to forget completely.

"It's been a long time."

Remus' voice was impassive as always, neither happy nor hateful.

"Hardly long enough."

Luckily Severus found his tongue was still intact and he could bite as always. Still not surprising was Lupin's complete lack of any shock reaction. Even though he hated to admit it, as always Lupin seemed more in control, then Severus tried so hard to be, with the appearance of no effort taken in doing so. If Severus did not use such tricks himself he could have been convinced it was the truth.

"Shopping?" Remus said.

"Quite." Severus replied crisply. "Good evening."

Against what seemed like extreme gravitational forces, Severus turned to escape back up the street.

"Severus, wait."

A firm hand took hold of the crook of his arm, insistent but non binding at the same time. Severus could not respond, though his expression did not change, because the sudden contact and words had caused his brain to explode with noise.

He's touching me – he used my first name – so hot – touching – he said – touching me – can't move – he said Severus – must stop – can't do this – no – touching – he said – can't

"You don't need to run." Lupin said.

Somehow Severus turned to look back at the other and spoke harshly.

"I would hardly run from you, werewolf."

Severus could not stop the last biting word from passing his lips. If you can't be kind, hurt as much as you can. Severus thought he saw a flicker of pain pass through Lupin's otherwise impassive eyes but it was too quick to be sure of.

"I'm not an auror; I'm not going to turn you in." Lupin's hand had dropped.

Severus stiffened ever so slightly in response, brave Gryffindor always out to be a heroic understanding savior for lost causes.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

One of them had to keep up the charade. It wasn't safe to talk like this!

"Are you happy?" Lupin asked.

"What?"

Why was Lupin questioning him? Why were they speaking like this? It was like signing a death warrant.

"Are you happy with them?" His eyes looked dark. "Is this what you want, serving him?"

Lupin's voice was very quiet but Severus did not miss one word.

"You tread on dangerous ground." Severus said, his voice like ice.

"Because you and you friends cause it?" Lupin countered.

Severus snapped. "I could have you ki-"

"-But I know you won't!" Remus cut him off.

The sudden voicing of what appeared to be faith in him struck Severus silent.

"I know you won't," Lupin continued. "You're different, you've always been. So I don't understand…" He trailed off. "I don't understand why…"

Silence over took them as Severus' mind kept wondering again and again why Lupin was doing this. His voice seemed almost pained to be saying these things. It was like Severus could see a warm hand reaching out to pull him up from the snow and he didn't understand what warmth was.

"Why are you-" Severus felt a chink cracking in his shield.

Lupin did not respond but reached his hand out. However, he stopped just as suddenly, deciding better, and dropped it. Trying to regain his box of steel Severus pulled himself up taller.

"You know nothing, Lupin, nothing at all."

Remus spoke after a long stillness. "Neither do you."

They stared at each other then, two pairs of eyes trying to cut into the other and find out just what was really inside. Severus felt Remus' gaze like burning moonlight into his body, cutting him to pieces. With an enormous amount of willpower, Severus managed to turn himself around and walk away from Lupin. He did not follow.

Severus couldn't stop himself from shuddering and leaning against a stone wall back in a dark corner once he was away from those eyes. Severus sighed faintly, disgusted with his lack of control. Standing up straight again Severus rubbed his temple.

He wasn't supposed to be phased like this, especially not by Lupin. The worst part of their encounter was the swelling he felt in his heart. The years apart had not changed him or his feelings it seemed. Love was not a thing he could afford to feel, for anyone. Imagining what would happen to Lupin if his Lord should know… Severus had to close his eyes to contain himself.

He'd been having doubts for a short time now, doubts about serving the Dark Lord. He took no pleasure in torturing innocent people or watching them die. Severus did enjoy his potion making, at least when he didn't think about what they were to be used for. Granted, neither side of this war seemed promising for him. Unfortunately, Severus was discovering that he did in fact have a conscience, perhaps just a different one than most people. Before this encounter he's been trying to convince himself that he'd already made his choice and there was no going back. However, now all that Severus could see when he closed his eyes were the many ways which the people he was aligned with could and would kill Remus.

Severus, though now decided, could not believe that the thing which finally tipped his resolve turned out to love, love for Remus Lupin. He wanted to join the light side to escape the unjust killing, misguided principles, oppressive control and to protect the single life of the one he loved but could not have. Since when were Slytherins controlled by their hearts?

Still, his ambition for status was not un-sated by this turning. Severus had to remind himself, as he had been doing so recently, that however much the Dark Lord preached of handing power to his servants none could share it with him. Severus knew that deep at the root of his Slytherin ways he did not want to be subservient to anyone. Still, it really was Remus that had pushed him onto this path, a beautiful spark to set the straw on fire. He could not bear the thought of what could happen to Lupin and Severus hated being controlled by this feeling.

Severus realized which was the right side, the side of life, despite his dark ways and dark soul. He had to speak to Dumbledore.

-----x-----

A boisterous giggle shook the blue snitch patterned wrapping paper as it was torn for the twentieth time by small fingers. The gathered crowd could not help but laugh along. In days such as these uncontrolled laughter from pure happiness was infectious to those who rarely laughed anymore.

"Well…" one voice found itself through the chuckling. "I… suppose my gift is a hit then."

Watching Harry so happy made Sirius wistful to better days and he wished Harry didn't have to be born during a time of such turmoil. Still, as his gift was dismantled he saw that this day was turning out to be a perfect first birthday.

"I don't think he even noticed there was something in the box." Lily's voice chimed.

"But we all know that's just what Sirius would be doing if it was his present, so it's only fitting."

Sirius barked a laugh at Remus, trying to be insulted and failing. Lily finally got up from the couch and rescued the wrapping paper from little Harry's destructive fingers.

"Cake?" James asked.

"Great idea!" Lily said, picking up the squiggling boy who still seemed intent upon the wrapping paper.

"Little funny to have cake when Harry can't even really eat it." Remus said as he rose from his chair.

"He can tear it apart like the paper." Peter replied with a laugh.

"I think his Godfather can take care of that." Remus said, looking at Sirius.

Sirius, who had already been right at the door to the kitchen, looked back at Remus.

"I'll make sure to get plenty of you, Moony."

"As expected." He said with a smirk.

Sirius smiled back, though not as warmly as he might have. Remus had been an absent figure in most of their lives lately. And though it was killing Sirius to think that way, Remus lack of presence was becoming more suspicious. He had been the only one absent from the New Years Eve event when the Potter house was attacked by death eaters for the third time. Also, the suspected spy within the order had not yet been sniffed out as far as he knew. Still, Sirius could never believe that Moony, his Moony, would…

"Come on, Sirius, or Harry will get it all."

Remus was right in front of Sirius now. He could smell the musty scent of books and ink on Remus' clothes, intermingled with a whiff of curry.

Sirius pouted, "He'd never do that to me."

A starlight smile spread across Remus' face and all Sirius could think was, how could this vision before him ever cause anyone harm?

"Oh, yeah?"

Sirius blinked.

Soft fingers with a smell of parchment to them turned Sirius' chin to look into the kitchen. However, Sirius' eyes could not focus clearly on Harry smashing a piece of cake on his high chair plate until the cold bite of the loss of fingers awakened his senses to the rest of the world. He'd rather have had those fingers touching his face than eyesight at all. Regaining himself completely Sirius looked back to Remus beside him, his wit returned.

"You win this round, Lupin."

"First and only time, eh?"

"Maybe I'll let you win once more."

Remus had already won the biggest match concerning Sirius anyhow.

"Here, you two." Lily walked over to them holding two pieces of cake. "Now you both eat, yes, you, Remus. I don't want any leftover cake in this house. James snacks enough has it is!"

"I'll take care of that Lils." Sirius said, taking a huge bite of his cake.

"Hey! I don't snack all the time." James whined from where he sat beside Harry.

"I remember at least two occasions when your face looked hardly dissimilar from Harry's now."

Everyone looked at Harry and he looked back to Lily and her matching eyes. Cake was covering the entire lower half of Harry's face and his hands looked almost completely red from icing.

"I wonder how much got in his mouth." Peter said as he leaned against the sink suppressing a laugh.

"Not enough." Remus said.

They were soon all laughing as Lily used a napkin to try and clean the little boy up.

"He's just going to get more on his face, you know." James muttered, as if trying to rescue Harry and was still sore about Lily's comment on his eating habits.

"Shush." Lily replied.

"He's beating you, Sirius." Remus said. "Look at that cake!"

Sirius glared at Remus then found himself pushing his half eaten cake into the other's face. Peter burst out laughing as Remus blinked slowly.

"You've caught up at least." Sirius said smugly.

Before Sirius' first laugh could even form in his throat Remus' cake was smeared all over his face and Remus' hands were rubbing icing into his hair.

"You git!"

Sirius grabbed the cake out of Peter's hand and threw a handful at Remus who ducked the attack to the floor.

"Ah ha-ugh!" Remus yelled as he stood and Sirius spread icing down his sweater.

"Take that!" Sirius cried.

Not a moment after his yell Remus stole some more of the cake and tired to force it onto Sirius' chest. Sirius, however, tried to lean back away from Remus but ended up only loosing his balance, grabbing onto Remus for support, and bringing them both down onto the floor. Sirius landed hard, slipping on icing, and promptly had the wind knocked out of him by Remus landing on top, groaning.

"Oh… I definitely hate you now." Sirius groaned.

"You-ow-pulled me down."

"Boys?"

They both looked up at Lily.

"How old are you again?"

Peter was laughing hysterically seated beside James who was applauding.

"21?" Sirius asked.

"5." Lily said.

"Now, I don't know if that's fair!" Remus said, sitting up clumsily onto his knees, "Give us 8 at least."

"9 maybe." Sirius said, sitting up, Remus still kneeling where he'd landed between Sirius' legs.

"6." Lily conceded.

The other two sighed looking at each other. Large quantities of cake and icing clung to Remus' face and Sirius soon found himself and Remus laughing hysterically. They both looked like desserts made by 2 year olds on the kitchen floor, hence their new ages.

"Wonderful row, boys, wonderful!" James was saying with a mock aristocratic tone.

"You know I love you both but look at the floor!" Lily said, waving her wand with a smile she seemed to be trying to suppress.

Sirius then found the floor, Remus, and he clean of cake.

"Thank you, Madam Potter!" Sirius exclaimed, jumping up and pulling Remus with him, nearly knocking Remus backward in the process. "You are a saint."

"And let's not kill Remus." Lily said.

Sirius looked back at the other apologetically as he straightened his robes. "Sorry there, Moony. I'm just a crazy 6 year old after all."

"As you've always been." Remus replied.

"Anyhow, you two," James was speaking. "We've got to tell you all something."

Lily sat down next to James and Peter cocked an eyebrow as she did so.

"What?" Sirius finally asked to the silent room.

"Lily and I have to move. It's not working. Dumbledore says the Death eaters know our location again."

Remus and Sirius sat down soberly around the table. Stealing a glance at Remus, Sirius couldn't help the suspicion creeping up again and he felt a stab in his heart.

"We can't stay here," James started again. "He really wants us… dead and Dumbledore still doesn't know who the spy is."

A loud crash shook the room and they all jumped in their chairs. Beside Lily Harry began to cry. Peter had dropped his mug. Lily picked up Harry and carried him out of the room as Peter gathered up the shards of broken pottery.

"Anyhow," James went on. "Since we know the order's been infiltrated Dumbledore suggested the Fidelius Charm."

"What?" Peter squeaked.

Sirius perked up, "Really? Who's going to be your secret keeper?"

"Well… we'd hoped, we wanted, I wanted…" James raised his eyebrows at Sirius.

"Oh… oh!" Sirius smiled. "Of course mate!"

"Are you sure about that, Sirius?" Remus asked. "I mean, James, is it that extreme? What could happen to…"

"Well, we've tried everything else, Moony." James said.

"But what about- "

"But what?" Sirius said, annoyed.

"Well, its just that its dangerous and-" Remus started but Sirius cut him off again."

"Moony, you think I can't do it?" Sirius challenged.

"That's not what I meant." Remus countered, his voice sounding controlled.

"Well, what? They have to do something! Do you want them attacked again?" Sirius barked, his suspicion finally getting the better of him.

"What!" James yelled. "Pads!"

Remus' voice was colder and slow, as if he was trying to stop himself from screaming. "I just think there should be something else they could do."

"Like what, Remus? Wait for you-know-who to come and take him on themselves?" Sirius was really yelling now.

"I'm just worried about what could happen to you!" Remus yelled back.

"What about Lily and James? Do you want them to die?"

"Of course I don't! I just don't want you throwing yourself in the way too!"

"I'd gladly die for them!"

"And maybe you will!" Remus screamed, jumping to his feet.

A cold silence struck the room then, Remus and Sirius staring each other down. Peter and James sat still, mouths agape at their fellow marauders. Sirius' heart, normally filled with fluttering sunbeams and euphoria at the feeling of Remus' eyes upon, him was growing colder. Why would Remus be so against this unless he already knew what was going to happen? Was Remus the spy? Why else would he be so against this? He would know that Sirius would never give away where James was and ruin their plan. Was Remus a traitor?

"Sirius?"

James voice broke through Sirius' stare with Remus. No… Remus couldn't be the spy. How could he be? Remus had always been the kindest of them all. But…

"I have to go."

Sirius looked back to Remus.

"Now?" Peter asked.

"I'm sorry but yes." Remus looked back to him and Sirius couldn't smile. "Have a good rest of the night and apologize to Lily for me."

"Alright, Moony. We'll see you later then." James said standing and giving Remus a quick hug goodbye.

Remus looked at Sirius for a long moment, seeming to be waiting for something, anything. Sirius simply stared back at him, doubts forcing his weight to the chair. Then, Remus turned and walked out the front door, robes billowing behind him. A quick pang came to Sirius that he was never going to see Remus leave him again.

Letting out breath he didn't know he's been holding, Sirius looked back at the table.

"Are you alright, Padfoot?" James asked.

He only nodded, still staring at the table.

"I'm sure he meant well." Peter said, though his hands were shaking.

"I don't know, Wormtail, I don't know."

-------x-------

It was Peter. It was Peter, it was Peter. It was fucking Peter. It was Peter.

Sirius couldn't stop his mind racing.

It was Peter! Peter, Peter, Peter, PETER!

His mind wouldn't stop with the same words over and over and it was so loud. Ringing laughter was filling his ears, drowning out the world around him, the crater in the street, and the dead bodies. The words and laughter wouldn't stop.

It was Peter! It was stupid little chubby spineless Peter!

Peter, Peter, Peter.

Sirius realized then the laughter was his own and he could not stop. He laughed at the wreckage around him. He laughed at Peter's escape. He laughed at Peter finally pulling off a trick of his own. He laughed at how it seemed so unreal. And he laughed at his own idiocy for falling into Peter's trap.

It had been Peter all along.

Sirius saw wands around him now, aurors grabbing him and still he laughed louder and louder.

It had been Peter, Peter had betrayed them. Peter was the spy. Peter had just framed him. And it had never ever been Remus and he had been a fool. He'd been a fool to believe.

He felt himself being dragged away by cruel hands but he couldn't hear what any of the faceless people said over the ringing laughter.

Peter had killed James and Lily. Harry was an orphan. He was going to Azkaban. And Remus who had never, ever, done wrong was going to be all alone in the world thinking he was the traitor. And Sirius would never see his shinning face again.

It had been Peter and Sirius could not stop laughing.