Well here is the fourth instalment of Get on with it, I hope you all like it. Usual disclaimers apply. I would be eternally grateful if you review – good or bad. Thanks to all those who have reviewed. Sorry this chapter took longer to get up than the others but I had a serious case of writer's block and wasn't really sure how to proceed un-stereotypically from my last chapter. Warning: a tiny bit of non-graphic non-con features in this chapter.

Anyways, I give you…

Chapter Four: Wrath and Madness

His rage was palpable and it drowned out the sorrow that was emanating from the pale figure beside him. James was pure anger and jealousy; he had no uncertainty that Sirius was indeed revenging himself upon James by attempting something with Lily Evans.

Peter was the picture of unease, as he struggled to keep up with James' longer-than-normal strides. He was gnawing away at his bottom lip and twisting his fingers into unbelievable knots, continuously glancing between James and Remus.

Remus looked calm and composed, as if ready to play the mediator, externally but sadness was churning within. He felt ill, like he had just experienced his monthly transformation six times over. Remus couldn't understand why Sirius would react like that and do something so awful to James. The tiny voice inside his head was telling him all the untruths he wanted to hear, Sirius did it because he likes you, just as you like him. He is now destroying his friendship with James because he is jealous – thinking that you and James are in the relationship he wants…

No! Sirius Black does not like me in that way! Why does my own mind insist on torturing me? Remus shook his head to clear the all too appealing thoughts, not the part about destroying friendships but the part where Padfoot likes him. If only…

Other students traversing the corridors, were quick to get out of the path of the wrathful Gryffindor, he looked ready to vent his temper on anyone foolish enough to step between him and his prey.

Skin against skin

Lips grazing over high cheek bones

Calloused hands running down a scarred torso

Glasses askew…It's not me, it's not me.

Sirius couldn't escape the images bombarding him; he was drowning in the thoughts of Remus, his beautiful Remus, in the arms of James, his best friend, the traitor, the betrayer.

He paid no heed to the direction he was going in, he only knew he had to escape the castle and its haunting memories. Thankfully the Entrance hall was deserted when he reached it and so he had no trouble slipping out into the frosty Hogwarts grounds. Sirius was so numb inside he couldn't feel the cold seeping through his inadequate clothing or the snow beneath his feet that were shod only in socks.

When Sirius roused himself from his internal abuse he found himself by The Lake. He tried to content himself with looking out over the lightly iced water; he watched the snow flakes fall only to be engulfed by the masses of other flakes already fallen. The snow was beautiful, so white; it seemed to glow with an unearthly pale light. He dragged his eyes away from the dazzling picture and realised, for the first time, he was not alone. Sitting not ten paces away from him was Lily Evans, her flaming hair creating a maelstrom around her head, as she appeared to stare at nothingness.

Evans, didn't Potter like her? Sirius didn't stop to consider anything, before he got up and crossed the snow laden distance between them with a savage smile firmly fixed upon his handsome face. Lily heard the snow crunching under the heavy tread of someone approaching her. She looked up in time to see the savage smile and wild glint in the eyes of Sirius before he reached her side and darted forward pinning her to the ground beneath his body weight. He leaned down and roughly attacked her mouth; there was no passion in this kiss, not even lust, it was as cold as the snow under her.

Lily screamed into her attacker's mouth and raised her arms swinging them wildly in an attempt to hit the not-quite-man now fumbling with her robes. She wriggled beneath him madly; trying desperately to get away.

James was running now, he was so close but not close enough. He was going to kill Black for this, not only was it because the girl was Lily but because he was doing against her will.

They were close enough now to hear Lily's muffled screams of terror and Sirius's grunts of pain as some of her hits landed in sensitive spots.

James was there first, his fists ploughing into Sirius's shirt ripping him off of Lily. Peter dropped to his knees beside Lily offering her any sort of comfort she may want. Remus arrived last, he was panting gently when Sirius' limp form was thrown at his feet from a well aimed punch by James. Sirius slowly got up and launched himself at James screaming obscenities and other unintelligible words.

Remus stood there helpless, what the hell was he supposed to do? Coming between those two would be like signing your own death warrant. His mind told him to get help, counselled him to at least help Peter with Lily but he was rooted to the spot, his body refusing to obey any command.

Lily was sobbing into Peter's slightly chubby arms while he gently stroked her hair and whispered soothing words of calm. Fear and cold was flooding her body, she couldn't think coherently; the only lucid thought she had was James before she passed out into Peter's arms. Peter stoically ignored the fight parallel with him and checked the unconscious girl's breathing and pulse. Remus finally found the will to move and dropped to Peter's side, helping him roll Lily into the recovery position.

The fight surged on around them; neither boy seemed to be getting the upper hand, both fuelled their punches with anger and passion. Eventually Sirius pulled back and looked at the scene surrounding him with surprisingly clear eyes. The cold expression of madness on his face melted away, revealing something so sorrowful and haunted, that Remus knew it would disturb his dreams for weeks. Abruptly Sirius turned away and limped off towards the Forbidden forest. James turned to them, the fading bruise on his forehead re-bruised by a back fist from Sirius; he collapsed beside the two boys and cradled his right arm.

Peter was the first to speak, "We should take Lily up to Madam Pomfrey and also see if she can heal up some of those injuries of yours James." The two other boys nodded, Peter helped James up and Remus, with hidden strength lifted Lily. Together they stumbled into the hospital wing. No one mentioning the name Sirius Black.

Sirius' anger was swiftly subduing into sorrow but any small spark would set him off again, as Severus Snape found out when he attempted to bait Sirius.

"Had a row with your boyfriend Lupin?" Snape asked silkily, his trademark sneer in place.

"He's. Not. My. Boyfriend," Sirius ground out from behind clenched teeth. His hands slowly curled up into fists at his sides.

Flame reignited.

"So that means Lupin is on the market? I have a friend who is interested. He, like me, is very curious about Remus and his mysterious illness."

Kindling added.

Snape was enjoying this, it was not often he got a second taunt out about Lupin, he would usually be eating dirt by now.

Fire building.

He had long ago learnt that Remus was Sirius' weakness and had been milking it for all it was worth. He had made up 'the friend' part but he was truly curious about the Lupin-boy and his pale appearance and reoccurring disappearances.

Violent inferno.

Snape was so lost in his triumph never saw the punch coming. He found himself on his back in the snow looking up at an enraged Sirius Black.

"Do you really want to know about Remus, Severus?" he asked in a dangerously soft voice. Snape nodded barely able to contain the combined fear and excitement building in him. Sirius was silent for a moment and looked as though he was calculating something; then he looked down at the Slytherin beneath his foot, "Go to the Whomping Willow tonight, on the trunk you'll find a large knot, press it and follow the tunnel you find inside. Then you will see what you so desperately want to see." He finished with a sneer and lifted his foot off Snape's chest. The deep malice in his voice chilled Severus to the bone and he swiftly got to his feet and made his way back to the castle. As Sirius watched the dark figure grow smaller, the full impact of what he had done hit him. He dropped to his knees covering his face with his hands, and then he screamed.

I am the traitor. I am the Betrayer.

Well there it is chapter 4. I'm sorry Sirius was kinda evil in this chapter. I also feel I should apologise, I'm not sure I write non-con all that well, so sorry if that bit was kind of unrealistic. Anyways PLEASE review, I live to hear what you think. Chapter five should be up soon, I'm trying to get as much done as possible before I start uni.

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