A/N: Hey look! I have a plan for this chapter! Whee!

Peter was sitting on the couch working on his essay for Muggle Studies- which really meant doodling on the parchment that had the essay title on it- when his three best friends came into the Common Room from their potions class.

Sirius, it seemed, had not improved since breakfast. Remus had left just as James had come in, to find Sirius was not only silent but also completely unresponsive to everything from jokes to being hit on the head with his Advanced Potions textbook.

"I think someone has Oblivated his memory," James said as he forced Sirius to sit down. Remus was kneeling in front of Sirius, checking his eyes, temperature, and pulse.

"When, though? I mean, he was okay when I left. Kind of."

"Not really," Peter piped in. He'd moved to the arm of the couch to give them more room to work. "He wasn't okay after he and Regulus fought."

"He and Regulus had a fight?" James asked sharply, and Peter could see Remus scowling at him over James's head. Remus had tried to convince Peter that it was best if James didn't know that Sirius and Regulus had been fighting, but he honestly couldn't see why. They'd never kept secrets from each other before, so why start now?

"Yeah, while you were talking to Snivellus."

"We've decided not to call him that anymore," Remus informed Peter. Peter blinked.

"Okay. That's random."

"Not really, but I'll explain later."

"Right. So, anyway, while you were talking to Snape, Sirius came in and cornered Regulus. Which isn't unusual, except this time Regulus fought back. I thought he'd gone crazy."

"What did he say? Exactly, I mean."

"How am I supposed to remember? I was ignoring it." Peter responded with a snort.

"Very helpful of you, Wormtail."

"I thought it was."

"He said," Remus stated, now resting his wrist against Sirius's forehead, "that Snape was his brother. I don't remember anything else James- so don't bother asking- except the last thing he said. Sirius had said that he was Regulus's brother and he knew what was best for him. Regulus told him to come back when he actually knew him."

"Don't know…" Sirius mumbled. The other three stared at him.

"Well…" Peter said slowly. "That was something."

"Not much," Remus said, removing his hand from Sirius's forehead.

"What don't you know, Padfoot?" James asked quietly.

"Don't know…own brother…my fault…"

"Think he's in shock?" Peter asked timidly, sliding of the armrest to sit on the couch proper.

"Seems to be." James answered, standing up and looking into Sirius's eyes.

"Should we take him to Madame Pomphrey?"

"It's a self induced shock," Remus said, standing up beside James. "There's nothing she can do. He just doesn't want to face reality."

That was something Peter could relate to, and he sat up on his knees to look at Sirius's eerily blank face. "He has to eventually. Reality has a rather nasty way of biting you in the ass."

"Well put," Remus said cynically. "Not sure how to make it bite Sirius now though."

"Can I slam his head in the door?"

"No, Prongs, I don't think that would help."

"Neither do I, I just thought it would be fun."

"Prongs!"

"Only joking, Moony." James grinned, and Peter was quite sure he hadn't been. James had gone from being the party to blame to being, at least partially, the victim in his own mind. Which was fine, as far as Peter was concerned, and probably somewhat accurate as well.

"Any other brilliant ideas then?" Remus asked, leaning against the couch now.

"We could try throwing him in a tub of green Jell-O."

"Jell-O?"

"It's an American thing. Don't ask. What about cold water?"

"I don't think it would work. We dropped him on the way here and it didn't even faze him. He's just…shut down."

"Anyone got an energy raising solution?"

"The last thing we need is a Padfoot with lots of energy. Remember the twenty sugar quills incident of year three."

"Oh yeah. Bugger."

Peter sighed, shaking his head. Were they both really so blind they couldn't see the answer dancing under their noses. Crawling over, Peter sat right by Sirius side and looked at him.

"Padfoot, it isn't your fault."

"Is to."

James and Remus were staring at him now, but he didn't care. As much as Padfoot irked him sometimes, he didn't like seeing him in his current state either.

"No it isn't, Padfoot. You couldn't do any more for Regulus then you did, so stop blaming yourself. It doesn't…it doesn't help. It won't bring Regulus back from where he is now. It didn't bring my dad back to life…"

Peter heard Remus gasp, but he ignored it as Sirius's eyes slid back into focus.

"What did you say?" He asked hoarsely.

This wasn't exactly how he'd planned on telling them, but it worked apparently. Peter sighed, falling back on the couch. "Blaming yourself doesn't change anything. Even if your right…probably especially when you're right…it doesn't matter. Regulus will still be where he's at. My dad is still dead."

Silence fell over the four of them, and Peter continued to stare at the ceiling.