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"Give th' lad ter me, Sirius." Came the large, booming, however gentle voice of Hagrid. He was going to take Harry away from him. The only thing he had left to live for.

"But I'm his godfather! I have the rights to take him!" Sirius frantically cried. Harry had started to bawl yet again, small hands outreaching for whatever he could get his hands on. Poor little guy. Suffering such a large fate, not knowing what was going to become of him. If he even understood this all, which Sirius doubted he did. Eyes closing as he glanced up to Hagrid, knowing that sooner or later he would have to give in.

"Dumbledore's orders. Harry's ter live with 'is aunt and uncle now." Hagrid responded, holding a saddened look. Shifting from his position in the doorway, he slowly wandered a bit closer to Sirius, who looked as though he was a lost puppy in an alleyway, just wanting to go home. Dumbledore knew what had happened. He knew it was Voldemort who had murdered Lily and James. And who did he think the Secret Keeper was? Sirius Black. He couldn't stay here. He couldn't hold onto Harry. Dumbledore would alert the Ministry, and they would be after innocent blood more rapid then a hippogryff after raw ferret meat. Heart beats escalating back up into the higher rates, he gave a quick nod, glancing away briefly. Holding the small child out, he handed him off to Hagrid, facial expression emotionless.

"Take him, then." He spoke, softly, giving a small arch of his brows as his gaze wandered back to Lily. Eyes wincing closed, he looked away, a sudden spark lighting up behind his eyes. They were dead. Harry was being taken away from him. What more did they want from him? He had nothing else to give. And it was all thanks to that horrible excuse of a friend, Pettigrew. Lips curling into a feral like snarl, saddened, grey eyes wandered up to Hagrid. "Take my motor bike, as well, Hagrid." He stated, sharply, giving a small nod of his head.

"But I could just take the Knight Bus! You need it ter get 'round!" Hagrid protested, bundling up Harry in a soft blue blanket, tucking him securely into his leather jacket, zipping it up. Frowning a bit toward Sirius.

"I don't need it where I'm going." He hissed off, lightly, lips stilled formed into a disgruntled growl. Pushing back the half giant, not taking a single glance behind him, the woeful man wandered slowly down the long flight of stairs. Hand gripped along the railing in such a tight fashion, his broad, wide knuckles began to grow pale. There was only such much he could take, and the world had just pushed him over the edge. Way over.

Only pausing a moment as he reached the bottom of the stairs with a thunk, chest heaved as he fought back more of the salty, wet tears. No more. He couldn't take any more. Remus would probably think he was a murderer. No more helping him on full moons. James wouldn't be there to be his stag, and /Pettigrew/..He would find him. And when he did, he would wish to Merlin he would have never crossed the back of Sirius Black. Storming out the door into the pouring rain, a flash of light dotted the sky, followed by a loud crack of thunder. Hand reaching into his cloak pocket, handsome face was twisted in a gruesome way. Had you been alone with this man on this eve, you probably wouldn't want to know how he would react right then. Frustrated, upset, depressed, and betrayed, the man wandered the streets for any sign of the person who had caused this chain of destruction. The one man who he had called a friend for the past nine years or so.

Peter Pettigrew. The name rushed through his mind and intoxicated it as though it was a match of fire through a rain forest. Hand still placed in his pocket, a long, slender wand was pulled out. He didn't care who saw. He didn't care one bit. The Muggles didn't matter to him now. Why did he have to abide the law when the world showed no compassion to him? He tried to deal with it back in the house. But right then Harry was taken away from him. Chest heaving up and down, the fabric clinging to is chest as the water soaked through the cloth, he finally came to a rather thick crowd, eyes narrowed a bit. As he exhaled, a mist like vapour emitted from his nose due to the rather nippy air.

Gaze cast around sharply through the mob of people, glancing around for the person - no. He didn't deserve to be called a person. /Thing/ he was looking for. Taking a double take, eyes halted smack dab in the centre of the large group, malicious grin rising to his lips.

"Oh Peter! Come out and play with ol' Sirius Black." He called out, tone changing from high to low pitch, making him sound much like a young boy going through puberty. Oh, the look Peter gave was priceless. Fearful rat who was locked in a corner, about to be pursued by a feline or something along those lines. Edging further near, he didn't even flinch as Peter spoke.

"Wh-Why Sirius! Why did you kill Lily and James? They were your friends.. Padfoot..Why did you give them away l-like that?" Peter stuttered out, eyes wide with fear.

"Don't you /dare/ call me Padfoot, you filthy, bloody traitor! You deserve to rot in hell for what you did! Don't deny it, Pettigrew!" He snarled, eyed glued onto the filth he had once called a friend. "What did he offer you? Money? Fame? Wealth?" He questioned, now looming over the small mousy figure, brows arched, eyes holding a certain madness in them. And all the while, those mad, distrusting eyes didn't seem to notice something silver glistening in Peter's hand.

"All the power you could ever imagine, Sirius.." He stated, softly, giving a light laugh as he stared up to the bulky man, wicked grin etched over his lips. "Don't you get it? Fame? Fortune? James never noticed me anyway. I was like a shadow to you all. What had I to gain by staying with you?" He questioned, sharply, careful to keep his voice low.

"What are you talking about?" He yelped off, eyes going wide. "So you betrayed James just because he didn't favour you as much as you wanted to? Was that really worth his death?" He ranted on, growing crimson in the cheeks. Huffing like mad, going into a case of hysteria, he hadn't even noticed the small, sliver blade Peter had hiding in his hands until he was given a small shriek of pain. Glancing downward, rapidly, eyes went wide with disgust as he watched Peter slice the knife straight through his finger, curling in sharp pain as he did so.

As the finger fell to the ground, Peter gave a light grunt, as well as a mad cackle. Sirius rose his wand, pointing it at Pettigrew, breathing coming in fast and hard. "St-" Cutting himself off, however, as Peter gave a wave, as he whipped out his wand with his uninjured hand, pointing up upward. Eyed going wide, Sirius gave a scream, and dodged to the side, crashing upon the ground. Screams and the sound of bodies falling rang true through his ears as he fell.

A blinding light. It burned. Giving another wail as he felt something sting him in the back, a loud groan was given out to the area around him.

The very last thing he saw was the flash of a rat, who seemed to be squeaking in laughter as he ran past, down into the sewers where he belong. Giving a faint, defeated sigh, the area around him grew ever so dark, and soon, Mister Sirius Black whisked into the state of unconsciousness.