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Chapter 4

"It all makes so much more sense. I can't believe I believed it for a second…I mean, logically, Sirius...I mean, their animagus form. Peter was a rat! Sirius was a loyal dog. Peter was always weak,always…god, I can't believe I thought he was…" Remus was now mumbling to himself, more than James.

"Remus, all this I know. You need to inform me of what I've missed."

"Well…" Remus took a sip of the Hog's Head specialty, a chocolate vodka. He raised his eyebrows after he had swallowed the liquid, "Man, these were a lot stronger when we were sixteen, weren't they?"

James took a sip of his, and laughed, "Gosh, these used to be on the dangerous side…now they're so bland!"

Remus shrugged, still drinking more. James coughed as if to hint he should start now.

"All right. So where do I start?" Remus asked and James shrugged.

"When I 'died' I suppose."

"Oh well. So…you don't know about Harry, right?" Remus inquired, and James furrowed his brow.

"What about him?"

"Well, when Voldemort tried to kill him…the bounce cursed back onto him, James."

James sat in stoned silence for a moment, before registering, "Wait, you're saying my one year old son survived the killing curse?!" He whispered in disbelief, so the bartender wouldn't hear.

Slowly Remus nodded. James smile lit up his entire face, and he sighed, he was shocked and so happy…"It's amazing…so Harry! He's still alive! He's at Hogwarts!!" James chortled, almost about to dance, before realizing Remus was not smiling quite as much.

"Well, Harry's been…missing for the past five years. No one has seen him since he was eight…" Remus went on, "But he's…very famous. Everyone knows his name. He defeated Voldemort as an infant…he's a legend."

"Harry….famous? It's so strange. Who's got him?"

"The Dursleys, I believe." Remus mused, and James eyes bulged.

"The Dursleys? The DursleysMy magic hating sister in law and her fat husband are raising my son? You said he's supposed to be some…child prodigy, or something." James was astonished. He remembered having to meet the charming young couple at Lily's parents funeral.

"Dumbledore wanted him to be…level headed, perhaps."

"So my son, my son, who defeated Voldemort, he was raised by muggles?"

"Yes."

"Does he…know? About Hogwarts and the Wizarding World. Knowing Petunia, he probably thinks they found him in a garbage can, and he was given the luxury of being raised by him." James sighed deeply, trying to replace each fact slowly from the ones that had been haunting him for the past twelve years. "Where's Sirius? And Peter? You're sure Peter's dead?"

"Well…according to…well, the facts I know, Peter went looking for Sirius, to get revenge for your death…"

"Ha! That's ridiculous. Like that little piece of scum would ever defend anything but himself." James interjected bitterly, and Remus winced.

"And, also according to what I've been informed, Sirius killed Peter and twelve other innocent witnesses on the street. All the found of Peter was his finger…"

"You know that doesn't add up, right?"

"Well, it did, when I thought Sirius had been the secret keeper." Remus buried his head in hands, "I suppose we have something to figure out…"

"Sirius…where is he?"

"Azkaban." Remus replied, guilt making him not able to swallow anymore drink.

James just stared at Remus, dizzy. "It's all my fauly…Jesus, if I had only taken a chance, if I hadn't ran away. I could've raised Harry, like I should've, he wouldn't be missing. I could've kept Sirius out of prison, killed the rat myself…"

Remus tried to smile at his old friend, "Don't worry, James. No matter how long something is broken, you can still fix it. We just have to do some investigating, and then we can piece the puzzle back together."

James knew he couldn't sit around being guilty, or turn back time, so that suggestion was surely the best he could do.

"So where do we start?"

"A visit to Azkaban would probably be the best start." Said Remus, and James pondered it for a moment.

"Yes…we need to get his side of the story. Will he be crazy? Will he be angry at us?"

"I don't know. But after years of hiding, James, I think anger is bound to happen."

"That paper, Fudge. Do you think I could have it? Sirius Black asked lightly, flipping he's matted hair out of his bloodshot eyes, "I used to like to do the crosswords."

Fudge looked at him as if he had asked him for a bag of his toenail clippings, but a bit more scared of him, so he handed him the paper, gingerly.

"Thank you kindly." His voice was raspy, but that was just about the closest he could come to being polite. He looked at the front page.

THE BOY WHO LIVED IS FOUND!

Harry! There was Harry. He looked just like his father there, and very happy. He was with two children, who he recognized as Weasley's, though you couldn't see their distinct hair color, they both had Molly's nose and Arthur's outty ears. On the shoulder of the boy, their sat a rat. And it made him sick when he recognized it.

PETER!

He heard something strange, then, all of a sudden. It wasn't a desperate scream or sob, or an obsessive whisper, which was usually the only other human sounds he heard here. No…it was two voices. Two voices, whose tone and depth sparked some familiarity to him.

They were coming from somewhere…not from the halls…

"He seemed quite sane to me." Said one man, "The way he asked Fudge for the paper. So calm."

"But what kind of person doesn't go mad from this place?"

The voices…they were coming from outside his barred window.

He climbed up onto his bed, so he was at eye level with it. He saw a strange sight.

A blond man, and a man he knew, Remus Lupin.

"Moony?"

Remus smiled, and so did the blond man.

"So you haven't gone bonkers, then?" Laughed the blond man.

"What are you doing here?" Sirius asked, surprised, but definitely not angry. No, it was the most enjoyable, happy surprise of his life.

Remus! Did Remus know of his innocence? He didn't bare any anger or bitterness on his expression. What was going on? Did he have Remus back?

Oh no, perhaps he was going bonkers. Perhaps he was just talking to the ground, just imagining just…

"Sirius, we need to know what really happened. We need to know what Peter did, and where he is."

Sirius really hoped he wasn't hallucinating, as he held up the newspaper, and words began to flow from his mouth.

THE STUPID BLANK SPACE! I CAN NEVER FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET RID OF IT….

But since this isn't as long as you thought, and you have some extra time put aside. Please review, or read another one of my stories. I'm quite proud of everyone of them. They're like babies except they're not alive and they don't have soft spot (well, I have a soft spot for them…HA! Get it? Okay, sorry, I'm delusional because I'm really hungry…sorry for this.)