Chapter eight.

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"Lily," James said slowly, "I know who did it."

"Did what? Oh." She said, realizing what he meant, a look of confusion spread across her face, "Who was it?"

James didn't want to say it; he thought that if he didn't say it, it wouldn't be true.

"James? Tell me. I can handle it." Lily said,

"Peter." He croaked quietly,

"Who?"
"Peter!" He yelled, "Peter sodding Pettigrew!"

Lily said nothing, she didn't know what to say, she didn't believe that one of the Marauders would've done this to her. He had always been the weirdest one of them; she didn't think he was capable of this. Her temper rose very quickly.

"Oh." Was all she could manage to say, she was completely lost for words. She got up, off the couch; she walked over to the table, picked up the vase and threw it against the wall. It smashed into a million pieces, leaving the rose's James had bought her lying on the living room floor in a puddle of water.

Lily slid down the wall and on to the floor; she put her head in her hands. A tear slowly ran down her cheek. She ran her hand through her hair. James sat down and leaned against the wall beside her.

"We'll kill him." He said, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"James, that's not going to make it better," She cried, "it'll just be even more death. And then you'll go to Azkaban because you won't have any proof. James promise me you won't do anything."

James looked into Lily's sad eyes; her cheeks were tear-stained. He would do anything for her. Anything she wanted or needed, he would get it for her.

"Ok, I won't do anything."

"Promise?" Lily sniffed

"I promise. Lily, I love you. I will never ever leave you." He said; he kissed her forehead. They sat there in silence for a long time. Lily felt safe in his arms. As if harm could never come to her. But she knew it would.

He decided it was time they had a holiday. It was her birthday in a week, and he knew exactly where he would take her.

"What? Peter? That little fat ratty boy who used to follow you around?" Jen said,

"Yes." Remus sighed; he couldn't believe it either.

"I don't understand."

"He must be a… death eater." He hissed the words so quietly; he couldn't bear saying it.

"But why Lily's parents?" Jen asked

"Because, Voldemort," Remus said as Jen shuddered, "hates the Potters, and Lily is a muggle-born, and James loves Lily and it hurts him to see her upset. He wanted to hurt both of them, kill two birds with one stone."

"Oh. What are you going to do about Peter?"

"Sirius really wants to kill him. Lily is like the little sister he never had. James is angry, but he's also confused."

"Yeah, but what are you going to do?"

"I… don't know." He said, he hadn't thought about what he wanted to do. He still wasn't sure. He hated Peter, but did he really want to kill him? He still didn't have a clue.

Sirius however, was livid. The things he had broken last time he was in a rage had been fixed; but he had decided to break them again. He chuck it all at walls, through windows and on the floor.

The lock clicked, and Emma walked in, narrowly dodging a bottle that was flying towards the wall, "Key works." She smiled, holding up a silver key. They had exchanged keys a few days earlier. Her smile soon faded when she saw the look on his face, she suddenly became afraid. She wasn't sure if he had been drinking; but the smell in the room gave her a pretty good idea.

When Sirius is drunk he has three different moods. One when he becomes very happy and thinks he loves everything, James loved telling the story of how he once confessed his love for a small pot plant, and ended up kissing the plant a few hours later. The second mood was when he starts saying stupid things and dances around wearing hardly anything. In the first two he is practically harmless. In his third mood he is angry and aggressive. This is the mood he was in when Emma came to see him.

"Sirius?" she said worriedly.

"Bastard!" Sirius yelled,

"What? How dare you?" she shouted at him

"Not you! Peter effing Pettigrew!" he screeched,

"What did he do?" Emma asked,

"He killed Lily's parents!" He yelled as a glass alarm clock was flung through a window, thank goodness for magic because it makes repairing things a lot less expensive.

"What? Oh my god!"

"Lily, I just had the best idea!" James said

"What?"

"I can't tell you, it will ruin the surprise." He teased,

"Oh yeah."

"You'll find out on February 28th."

"That's my birthday." Lily said,

"Exactly." James said happily,Lily would be so happy when she found out!

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