Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that J.K. Rowling made. The plot line is basically hers. I tweaked it a little; the poem at the beginning is mine.

A/N: Be warned this has a hint of James/Sirius in it. If you don't like Slash don't read it. End of story. Enjoy it and review.

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I reach out to you in the night

When darkness becomes early morning light

Your name cries out from my lips

My hands reaching out to brush your fingertips

I toss and turn in my bed for you

My heart and soul will always be true

Turning over and realizing you're not there

Tears threaten from my eyes giving in from the cold stare

Alone in the early morning sunrise

My loneliness my hearts songs reprise

But now I know the truth

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He lay in the bed that had been given to him up his arrival to the atrocious place he had resided in for almost twelve years of his pitiful life. He still reached out for his lover even now as his happiness was drained from him as the Dementors passed by him.

This was his hell. It was his fault James was dead. Tears slid out of his eyes. He had lost his best friend and lover in that dreaded Halloween night. He could still feel his caresses in the pale dusk before the rose on the island.

That rat was somewhere out there and he had to find him, to get his revenge on the betrayer. He tossed and turned violently in his sleep. James' voice ringing true in his head as he heard the harsh falseness in his voice.

"It's your fault," his voice whispered harshly into his ears.

Sirius woke up with his pounding in his ears and tears flowing freely down his dirt trodden face.

Peters' face remained etched in his mind as clear as the day he had last saw the smirk on his face as he transformed as Sirius yelled out the curse.

"No," he panted out softly.

Remus' face and voice came out next, "You're guilty Sirius. How could you betray Lily and James?"

"I'm not guilty," he said softly and blinked at that thought wasn't taken away from him and repeated it with a stronger voice, "I am not guilty."

He looked at the current Minister of Magic…Fudge and asked him for the paper he was holding in his hand.

There on the front page was a rate missing a toe on a boy's shoulder he recognized as a Weasley. He grinned and laughed as he softly said, "He's at Hogwarts."