Word had spread very quickly of the Potters' deaths and Harry's miraculous escape from death, not to mention the fact that Voldemort was gone. Those who were close to Lily and James went directly to the Potter home, to sit in the living room and grieve. Those who didn't know the Potters' threw parties in happiness that their lives were safe once again.

Skye and Emily Black had no idea of their friends' deaths or of Sirius' arrest. Skye was pacing her home frantically, beginning to get very worried of where her husband was. She decided that the most likely place that he would be, would be at the Potters' house. She headed over there with Emily to find many people in the living room, crying.

"Ariel? What's going on? What's happened?" Skye rocked a sleeping Emily while putting on a terrified face. Ariel looked to her friend, hugged her, and whispered into her ear. She knew that this would be a hard blow for her friend, as she lost three very important people in her life.

"Skye, sweetie," Ariel started, tears still pouring down her face, "I think you should sit down."

Few people noticed that Skye had walked into the room. Those that did, however, looked even more scared. Everyone had heard about Sirius' arrest, and they knew this would kill Skye.

"Skye, Voldemort attacked James and Lily tonight. They-they didn't make it. That bastard also tried to kill Harry, but-but he couldn't. Harry lived…somehow. Word is that Sirius sold them out to Voldemort."

Skye blew up, holding Emily, who was now crying, closer. "WHAT? Sirius would NEVER sell them out! He didn't do it! He's innocent! Where are Lily and James' bodies? I have to see them! Where's my baby, where's Sirius!" Skye bawled more than anyone else there. Remus and Ariel hugged her, and tried to calm her down some. Remus tried this time.

"He's gone to Azkaban. A little while after Lily and James were found, Sirius was out walking the streets when he ran into Peter. He and Peter had a row, and Sirius ended up killing Peter with the Avada Kedavra spell. I don't believe he did any of this, even if those are the rumors. Sirius would never sell out James. He's been against his own family and their ways, which are like those of Voldemort's, ever since I can remember"

Skye looked up at Remus, clearly in much more pain than she let on.

"I can't take this. I've lost my husband, my best friend, and my best friend's husband. This is way to much for me to handle. Who's next, Emily?" She clutched her screaming daughter tighter, and cried on Ariel and Remus' shoulder. The next thing she knew, she was walking up to Sirius' cell in Azkaban, trying to figure out what had really happened.

"SIRIUS BLACK!" Skye said, clutching Emily in her arms and trying to hold back more tears, which didn't happen.

"Skye! Emily! I'm so glad you came." Emily turned away from her father, crying.

"What happened? You disappear for hours on end, leaving me clueless, only to find out later that three people who I love are gone from my life!"

"Hon, I'm so sorry. This whole thing is my fault. I never should have…"

Skye never let him finish. She assumed exactly what the rumors were. "So the rumors are true? YOU SOLD OUT LILY AND JAMES TO VOLDEMORT! Sirius! How could you? I thought you were his best friend? How could you do this to them! They trusted you!"

"But, Skye, Emily, I didn't…Peter…"

"You killed Peter too! What did he do to you? NOTHING!"

"He ruined my life is what he did!"

"Oh really? He got mad at you for killing his best friends and you call that ruining your life? You're the one who killed them, Sirius! I can't take this…goodbye, Sirius. I never knew you could be so heartless!"

Skye stormed off with Emily as Sirius tried to yell back. The dementors were coming back for him, and he found his consciousness growing fainter. That visit would be the last time he saw Skye or Emily. They took off to a new land, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone. For the next twelve years, Sirius wallowed in pity, telling himself that he did nothing wrong. He wondered that if he had just been secret keeper, then his friends would still be alive. No one bothered to visit him in prison. He constantly got the Daily Prophet, so that he would know what was going on, but he didn't see any of his friends for the next twelve years. Life had never sunk so low for the once very happy Sirius Black.