a/n Once again, thanks for all your reviews. They really keep me going. The last chapter, I suppose, needs some explanation. To the world, Voldemort appears calm and cool. But there's got to be an insane root to his evil, kind of like Sadaam Hussein (and please, no political comments). That's just my opinion on it, but I was very glad to hear all of yours. Thank you very much!
Next up, I'd like to thank Julie, just for being cool, the good ol' Singin Spyder for being so patient with me, even though we both know I take forever to get anything done. Love ya!
POV #4—Sirius
God, I miss being a kid. There were no worries when I was a kid; no cares. Now, I'm in my twenties, not married, sitting on my ass, and worrying about my best friends. And thinking one of my friends is a spy for the dark side. This really does suck. I wish I could just erase the past few years; go back, act like none of this ever happened. Start over, fresh and new. But no. We have to be hiding like cowards so that we don't get killed.
What time is it? I wonder if it's time to go check on Peter yet. I really gotta worry about that kid. Sometimes I think he's going to get himself killed. Well, maybe not killed, but splinched. Well, I guess it's about time to head on over there, see how good old Peter's doing.
I head out the door to my motorbike. God, I love this thing. It's so much fun! Makes me feel like a giddy little boy. I hop on and kick the engine to life. The night is clear and chilly. A fog is starting to gather as I fly over Peter's village. There's his house, but there's something… wrong… with it. None of the lights are on: he's supposed to be home. Maybe he's just got the lights off. Yeah. That's all. But still…
The door's opened a little bit when I pull up. He's not home. Oh, dear God. Sweet Jesus, no. It wasn't Remus. It was Peter. That lying scum! The cheating bastard! I'll kill him, I swear. I'm going to go find him…
I'm flying over empty streets to get to where Lily and James are living. Please, God, don't let me be to late. Please… Oh, God, I can see the house. It's in ruins. There's someone outside, though… Hagrid? What's Hagrid doing here? What's he holding…
Harry. He's got Harry. Harry's alive. But Lily and James… They're dead. Gone. My best friends in the world. Gone. But I can still take care of Harry. I ask Hagrid for Harry, but he says Harry's going to stay with his aunt and uncle. But that doesn't make any sense. I'm his godfather, I'm supposed to take care of him, not those sad excuses for relatives he's got. Give him to me, I can take care of him. Why doesn't Dumbledore trust me to take care of him?...
Well, at least take my motorcycle. It's not as though I'm going to need it, where I'm going. Hagrid climbs on with Harry and I watch as they fly away. I turn around and look up the street. Peter. How could you do this? No matter. You'd best run and hide, Peter. Because if I find you before the ministry, you're finished…