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Chapter Twelve: Traitorous Dealings

Peter walked down a street in muggle London feeling very safe. His part in the whole scheme to kill the Potters was over. All he had to do now was wait to reap the benefits from his Lord.

Until then Peter would wait in London until he was contacted, no one would find him here, especially not two young men who were sure to have a vendetta against him.

Peter heard the far off sounds of a motorcycle engine and his hand tensed near his pocket. Then, laughing quietly to himself, Peter forced himself to relax. It was silly to think that Sirius could find him here. It was probably just some young muggle brat trying to show off for group of giggly little girls.

The traitor kept his gaze down at the cracked pavement. Unexpectedly, Peter bumped into something and raised his arm to swat at the person blocking his path.

The person in his way was sitting on top of a motorcycle; Peter's mouth fell open.

Sirius was staring at him, his gaze full of hatred. He looked like he had been through hell and back, his clothes were dirty and ripped, his jacket wrinkled almost beyond recognition. His face was smudged with ash and his eyes were red rimmed.

"Wormtail, so good to see you in such excellent health." Sirius stepped off of his bike.

Peter backed away, taking his hand from his pocket. "Now Sirius, let's be rational."

Sirius pulled his wand from his pocket. So far no muggles had noticed them, which would work to Sirius' advantage. "Why Peter? They were your friends. They trusted you."

Peter laughed. "You mean they trusted you."

Sirius looked taken aback. He halted in his attack for a moment and Peter leapt at the opening. "Honestly Sirius. Did you think there would be no repercussions? I've come to settle this score. You'll regret what you've done to Lily and James!"

Sirius was very confused by this time, his eyebrows raised almost to his hairline but his wand was still leveled at Peter's chest.

Peter's smirk grew wider; an idea had formed in his twisted mind, a plan to take care of Sirius and investigation towards him.

Sirius shook off his confusion and advanced on Peter again, his face livid.

Peter whipped out a knife before Sirius could react and severed one of his own fingers. Sirius recoiled from the sight, his wand shaking in his grasp. Howling in pain, Peter slashed downwards with his wand and everything exploded.

Sirius held his arms up in front of his face and held onto his wand. The force of he blast swept Sirius off his feet and threw him onto the street.

It was absolute chaos, screams and fire erupted around Sirius, his bike flew past him and crashed into a shop on the other side of the street. More debris followed but never hit Sirius.

Feeling the heat subside, Sirius slowly lowered his arms. His jacket sleeves had been reduced to rags; Sirius shrugged it off, leaving him in a tattered t-shirt and surveyed the damage.

It looked like a bomb had detonated; the street was completely decimated. People were lying everywhere in piles everywhere, some moving and moaning, others not moving at all.

Sirius had to wonder how he had managed to survive a point blank blast with just burns and cuts. The animagus turned to where Peter had been and saw a single object lying on the ground. In that instant, Sirius knew what had happened.

Little Peter had done all of this damage. The blast hadn't killed Sirius because Peter hadn't intended it to. Sirius was supposed to take the fall for the little rat when the aurors came swarming to the scene.

An image of Peter at Hogwarts swam into Sirius' mind, a pudgy little boy, quick to grin, and so eager to follow James and himself around. Peter worshipped them, but he had brought about both their demises.

Comparing the Peter from then with the Peter he had just witnessed were two completely different people. This new Peter was a killer, a murderer. The thought of this dangerous Peter made Sirius laugh, he couldn't help it, it was so unthinkable.

Sirius was grabbed by the shoulders and he felt his wand ripped from his fist. "Wait." Sirius tried to protest, to tell the truth, but he was stupefied before he could form the words.

The aurors swept across the scene, Kinsley Shacklebolt was among them. He looked at Sirius' still body and then at the damage surrounding him. Kingsley shook his head disgustedly. A silver motorbike caught his eye. He knew it was Sirius'. He had showed it off often enough. Suddenly consumed with a rage that frightened him, Kingsley kicked the bike because he couldn't kick Sirius himself.

Remus ran into Order headquarters, his hair still wet from the shower. "Professor! Is it true? Please, please tell me it isn't!"

Albus Dumbledore stared back at Remus through dead eyes. "I'm afraid it is Remus."

Remus buried his head in hands. Dumbledore didn't move, after all, how do you comfort someone whose world has just fallen apart?

"James and Lily. They're?"

Dumbledore nodded. "I'm sorry."

"What about Sirius and Peter? And Harry?" Remus lifted his head. "Oh Merlin. Harry!"

"Harry is fine Remus. He is being taken care of." Albus lifted his mug to his lips, his sparkling blue eyes deadened.

Remus lifted his head wearily, his face incredulous. "He's okay, honest? Can I see him?"

Albus shook his head in apology. "It is best if you not see Harry now or ever again."

Remus stared at the floor. "Peter?"

"Dead."

Remus let out a strangled cry. "Sirius?"

"Sirius is alive, although a little worse for wear." Remus looked up hopefully. "He is being taken to ministry holding cells as we speak."

Remus shot up, his face a mask of fury. "What! Why?"

Dumbledore did not want to tell Remus this. "Sirius has been accused of murder on thirteen counts. Including that of Peter Pettigrew and an accomplice in the murders of James and Lily Potter."

Remus clutched the table, he felt like he was going to be sick. "No."

Dumbledore looked up to see Remus with his jaw set and his eyes closed tightly. His expression made it look as if he were in pain.

"Remus, I am so very sorry. There was a street full of witnesses. We all knew he was their secret keeper."

Remus stormed out of the room, he couldn't bear to hear anymore.

Dumbledore leant forward and rubbed his forehead with his fingers.

Sirius had lost count of the days. He hadn't shaved in a while, he wasn't hungry anymore, and he was cold all the time. At night he was tormented with images of James' corpse.

He wanted to scream the truth but he knew it wouldn't do any good. No one believed him, they had proven that when they threw him in here without even a trial.

Damn Crouch. Damn Peter. Peter. Sirius hit the wall with his fist. It was Peter's fault. If he ever found Peter, that rat would wish he had died with James. The door at the end of the hallway opened and light flooded in. Several shrieks of protest rose up from Sirius' inmates.

Sirius stood as a guard approached his cell. "Black?"

Sirius nodded confused.

"You have a visitor."

Bartemius Crouch strutted over to the cell. Sirius leant against the bars, waiting for the other man to speak first. Crouch glared at the man in front of him. Never in all his life had he despised a man so much. "Black, it has been decided by a unanimous vote that you are to be transferred to Azkaban Prison tomorrow."

Sirius lunged forward shouting. Crouch took a step back, his face an impassive mask. The guard took a step forward drawing his wand.

"How can you do that? I haven't had a trial!" Sirius growled, his fists wrapped tight around the bars.

Crouch laughed. "You don't need a trial. We have witnesses as well as bodies." Crouch looked at Sirius. "I honestly was rooting for the Kiss right off but the Wizenmagot seemed to think that was bit to harsh." Crouch looked Sirius up and down like he was looking at something unpleasant on the bottom of his shoe. "Harsh my arse. I have never met someone who deserved a visit with the dementors more, you sicken me and you deserves everything that's coming to you."

Crouch turned to leave. This was Sirius' only chance, his last opportunity to plead his case. "Wait! I'm innocent! Please, you have to believe me!"

Crouch didn't turn around and continued out of the prison. Sirius put his head against the steel bars. "But I'm innocent." He whispered quietly to himself.

Molly Weasley dabbed at her eyes with the corner of the checkered tablecloth. It was so sad, the Potters were dead, and that poor little boy was orphaned.

The shouts and laughter of her own children floated to her from the open window. It was a warm autumn day and the kids were taking advantage of it the unseasonably warm weather. Charlie was teaching the twins how to ride broomsticks, Percy was reading to Ron and newborn Ginny from a picture book and Bill was skipping rocks across the pond with varying success.

Molly had to smile. They were all so full of life. What would she do if they were all to disappear like Harry had? Molly sighed and straightened her apron, if any of her kids vanished she would probably go crazy with worry.

Suddenly Bill's voice was shouting the loudest, even drowning out the laughter of the twins as they tried to knock each other off their toy brooms.

Molly looked up from her thoughts as Bill came crashing through the door.

"It came! It came!" Her oldest son's face was flushed with joy. Molly stood up, wiping her face as Bill hurried to show his mother the letter clutched in his hand.

"Mum! It came! My letter came!" Molly smiled and embraced her eldest son who didn't want to hold still.

"That's wonderful dear. Looks like we'll have to go shopping soon. Why don't you go show your brothers." Bill's face lit up and he ran back outside to show the others who had gathered curiously by the back door.

Even in these desolate times, Molly thought, there were still those bright spots. She put the cooking tray in the oven and smiled. She could always count on her kids to cheer her up.

The End

Author's Note:

There might or might not be a sequel. Keep looking but it shouldn't be up for maybe a month or so if I do want to put it up. The ending was originally so sad that I decided to put in some Weasey jollyness to end the story on a good note.

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