a/n: I decided to move this fic from its original status as a separate one-shot as it is so closely linked with this one, enjoy.
Rage: an all consuming fire
one-shot a companion fic to 'we were meant to live for so much more'. Sirius confronts Peter blindly after the Potter's death.
"Lily and James, Sirius! How could you!" Peter cried. His voice taking on a heart-breaking note – as if I was the betrayer, not him; but in his eyes there was a certain kind of glee. It would seem he thought he had finally outdone me.
Well he hadn't; reaching for my wand, my mind raced for a spell that would make him feel the pain he had wrought in me. But he, unlike myself, had preplanned what would happen here. I might as well have been a mindless dummy working out his plan.
A sneer appeared on his pudgy fat face as I took a step forward, wand raised. Before I could stop him his mouth moved in a spell I couldn't hear over the roar of madness in my ears. My eyes blurred slightly as rage filled my every pore, and then it was all over.
I was sent sprawling in an explosion that created a vast crater around the two of us. By the time I had sprung to my feet all I saw was the tail end of a rat disappearing into a sewer. The rage still filling me, took me over in a wave of pure madness. I laughed at the irony of it all as I gazed down at his robes, sodden with blood from the single finger he had left behind. I could have escaped; it took a minute for the Magical Law Enforcement Squad to arrive, plenty of time to make a dash for it. But, caught up in the maddening irony I gave up. Who would believe me anyway? I and Peter had been standing so close, and the muggles probably didn't even know what they were seeing; the wizarding world viewed me as a criminal. What evidence did I have to prove them wrong?
I sobered only after they yanked me forcefully away, taking my wand, and leading me without ceremony or trial straight to Azkaban.
As they shoved me into my cell I felt the creep of total despair roll over me as I fell to the ground. Curling in a ball where I fell I wept. So many hopes and dreams would never come to pass. No family, no friends, no hope. My future started to blend into one dark mass losing consciousness as my mind gave under all the stress.