A/N: I don't own Harry Potter but I do own this story. Please read and review cause I'm always looking for ways to make it better.

anglecity thanks again, n your gonna give me a big head. I finished this and just needed to post it straight away cause I was so happy with it. Saying that, every1 will prob hate it...

Remus shivered. It was freezing and raining sheets of icy water. Ducking inside ahead of Dumbledore he stopped at the sight of the three dementors standing infront of them.

This is for James, Lily and Peter. He reminded himself for the tenth time since he set out for Azkaban. He could still hear Dumbledore's arguments in his mind.

"We need to know. Who were the others? Who else did he betray? Where would Voldermort go if he was hurt? And above all you need to know why." Remus had been convinced by him that he was the only one who stood any chance of convincing him to talk. Truth serum had failed and so had the most skilled occlumenists to find anything from Sirius. They had found nothing but garbled memories of James and Lily.

He was brought back to the damp corridor in Azkaban by a cold shiver down his spine and the memory of his fathers death. Dumbledore nudged him forward. "They won't hurt you." He murmured and they walked past.

Dumbledore had taught him the Patronus charm which was the only defence against the dementors, this however didn't make him feel anymore happier about being there. On the godforsaken rock which now housed who used to be one of his closest friends.

He felt apprehensive. Nervous. Seeing Sirius for the first time since all the deaths. James, Lily, Peter. He was here for them.

To stop others and to understand why. Why Sirius had turned. He knew that when a wizard turned there was never any going back. Once he'd killed that was it. It was like a rotting apple, as soon as it took hold it wouldn't be long until the cancerous spread took it all and left it ruined. But why? Why had he betrayed the man he seemed to love like a brother? Why had he killed a man who only ever gave him pathetic adoration.

As they came closer he found his steps slowing. Seeing his door. Behind there was a man he had hoped never to see again. A man he had come to hate. A man he wanted dead with every fibre of his being. A man who had taken everything from him, the only friends he'd ever had. The only people who had looked past his 'furry little problem', just the thought of that phrase made him want to cry. It was what James had called it. James who had been his quiet champion. Reminding him he was human.

But then the door was opening and then he was through it, staring around. Letting his eyes become accustomed to the dark damp. Dumbledore closed the door behind him, waiting outside so he was alone with him. And there he was. Sitting on the floor in a corner. Staring at Remus.

Staring with those grey eyes. Eyes which looked like the stormy sky outside. He was wearing drab grey prison robes, his hair had grown unkempt and now hung lankly down to his ears. He had lost weight not just on his body but his face. He only just resembled the man Remus had known. It had only been two months.

"Aren't they feeding you?" He asked, not sure what else to say. What did you say to a former friend who had betrayed and murdered your other friends? What was the proper etiquette? Did you ask who he was? Did you chit chat before you asked why he had become a monster?

"Does it matter?" Sirius asked in a dead voice which was nothing like his old exuberant expression. "What do you want?" He asked in the same tone.

"I want to know why?" Remus sat on the stiff bench that was near the door, it was hard and cold.

Sirius shrugged, looking away. "Why what Remus?"

"Why what?" Remus stared at him. "You betrayed James and Lily! You caused their deaths. What else could I possibly mean?"

"I caused their deaths." Sirius murmured, he shrugged looking away.

"Okay. Fine. I'll let you ponder that one and we'll come back to it, I'll leave you to come up with a reason for practically murdering your best friend and his wife." He wanted to get a reaction. It would have been better if Sirius had been shouting and raving about being the dark lord's best and loyal servant or just gibbering in the corner. Anything would have been better than the cold dead voice and the appearance of total sanity. "Who else was in it? Who were the other Deatheaters?"

Sirius shrugged again. "Couldn't tell you Moony." This use of his old nickname made Remus jump up with fury.

"Don't you ever call me that again Black." He yelled, taking a step towards Sirius. But Sirius just looked up at him, his eyes blank.

"Look, Lupin. I don't know why they sent you here. Probably Dumbledore thinking you could get me to tell you things that truth serum and occlumens wouldn't." He sat up slightly, pulling his legs into his body. "I can't tell you anything old friend."

Remus turned his back on Sirius to hide his disgust. Those words were a reminder that he had trusted Sirius as much as James. As much as Peter.

He hadn't really really believed it. He'd been told it so many times but still, he hadn't truly, deep down thought Sirius capable of it. He'd half expected Sirius to plead his innocence and beg his help. He hadn't been sure how he'd have reacted to that, but now… Now he felt a deep emptiness inside him that he knew was the absence of hope.

"So you did it. You betrayed them and caused their deaths?" He turned looking Sirius in the eyes.

"Yes." Sirius murmured. Holding his gaze. And Remus believed him. He turned to leave, but just as he reached the door Sirius spoke again. "I thought of a reason."

"What?"

"Because James trusted me." He murmured behind him. "They died because he trusted me."

The dementors had no effect on him on the way out. His soul was already frozen by simple words.