Fallen Angel

James wasn't the only one Peter wanted revenge on.

A/N: Did I neglect to mention how short this would be? This is the last chapter. But hey, at least I actually completed something.

Chapter 4- Unusual.

Her day was no longer unusual.

Angel's mind sometimes worked like a book about her life (which I am, consequently, writing now. Sort of.). It was in third person, fairly descriptive, and a bit poetic to the touch. This was the thought running through her mind as a soft click could be heard from the front of her house. Recognizing it immediately, she knew it was a simple Alohamora spell. She hadn't the patience to set up stronger wards about her house.

A rancid smell immediately ran through the house, but this wasn't what caused Angel's nose to rumple slightly. It was instinct to her- something she did every time this person walked into a room she was in. Not looking up from her book, she noticed a short, plump figure standing in her hallway, not far away from the room she was in. He moved like a shadow, only less graceful. And he was too dirty and smelly to be a shadow anyway. But his once-black robe completely covered him.

"Hello, Peter." Angel whispered loudly enough for him to hear her as he turned sideways into the room. He stared at her, perplexed. How could she be so calm?

"I'm alive." he said unnecessarily. She looked up from her book, finally, and her icy blue eyes pierced into him for a moment.

"No duh." she said, deliberately casual, acting as if they were good friends.

"Aren't you going to cling to me and say how much you're happy I'm alive? Aren't you going to start badmouthing Sirius for trying to kill me? Aren't you going to CARE?" Peter asked crazily. He gave her a 'you're insane' look that she and Sirius had gotten so often during their Hogwarts years.

She answered quickly and simply, "No."

"Why? Isn't that considered an insult to James' memory?"

"No. Because if you are not dead, Peter, there has to be some reason Sirius wanted you dead in the first place."

"Maybe because he's insane? You knew what he was like. You knew him better than I did."

"The ones most likely to go insane are those with negative feelings toward insanity. Sirius would have been the last person I'd expect to go totally insane." she paused for breath, letting that sink in to his thick head. "As for going to the Dark Side, why would he? Sirius never had a lust for power or death or revenge… with the exception, maybe, of Snivellus, but he was on the Dark Side to begin with. Sirius would be the LAST person to betray James- he lived with James for a year, they were closer than words could ever tell us."

"You think Sirius is innocent?"

"Innocent of what? You're alive, remember?"

Peter's mouth formed a small 'o' of realization. He looked down at his feet, shuffling this way and that.

"What're you doing here, anyway?" Angel asked. "And… before you answer that… what REALLY happened with James and Sirius and Lily and Voldemort?"

Peter flinched at the mention of Voldemort's name, but seemed to have subsided. "Okay, I'll tell you. Doesn't matter anyway…"

He'd realized why he was there, and gave a small, evil smile. "Sirius made James change Secret Keepers at the last minute-"

He was about to go on, but Angel had heard enough, "to you. YOU were the Secret Keeper. YOU killed James." She raised her wand, but he -for once in his life- was too quick for her. His wand was at her chest. Her wand was at her side. Hate glared through both faces.

"You're dead." Angel whispered with extreme malice, "I am going to KILL YOU! James! How could you? WHY!"

"James treated me like crap," Peter explained. Angel added a small 'which you are' to it before he continued, "He thought he was better than me" -Angel added a 'which he was'- "and I proved him wrong. I was the downfall of the great James Potter."

"And you're here…" Angel started, but trailed off. She knew what he was here for. Too bad two isn't enough to make him considered a cereal killer. Unless he- um, never mind. Let's hope he doesn't do that. Angel remembered one time they were in the common room and Sirius had some cereal fro breakfast, poured it on the floor, and stomped on it. It was weird how she could remember things like that at times like this.

"…to kill you." Peter said, raising his wand to her chin. She put up a hand to stop him for a moment.

"Wait." she told him, closing her book and instinctively saving the page as if she was going to be able to read it again. She stood up, his wand then pushing into her throat, and pushed him to the ground. "You can kill me the way it should be."

Her foot rested gently upon his chest, and he, fumbling for his wand, looked up at her in confusion.

"You're scum, Peter." were the last words out of her mouth. Peter's wand was raised as high as his stubby arms could bring it, barely halfway up her leg. He aimed for her chest, malice in his rat-like eyes.

"A-Avada Kedavra!" he said.

The house crumbled with Peter's inept magic. He escaped as a rat, and soon became the pet rat of Percy Weasley. Remus showed up to the funeral. Sirius grieved in his cell in Azkaban, refusing the little food he was given. You know the rest of the story.

Angel Denicola was buried next to James Potter and Lily Potter (who were buried together). Spaces were left on the sides for when their dearest friends, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, would meet their downfall. The world never knew who killed Angel, but Remus and Sirius got a pretty good idea…

A/N: Yay for Dark/Angst! I don't know how I'd be able to do this without my odd lust for darkness and writing death. Death of cool people, too. Because they're cool. Aw, I'm going to miss my Angel! tear But, hey, she's with Lily and James (and Sirius?) now. Oh, shit. I really, REALLY miss my OC. An OC! I shouldn't care… she was never canon… but, my Angel sob. I know you guys don't care half as much as I do for my character, I get way too fond of them. I now OFFICIALLY feel bad for J. K. Rowling. Can you imagine what it's like for her to kill off people? Wow. Anyway, here it is. My first completed fic! And I'm really, really happy with it. Sorry if I let my others die. I'll pick them up again eventually. I just need to go darker for now.