"He got away, Remus! I swear to it, I'll find him...and when I do- he is a dead rat. Dead!"
A tall man stormed, pacing back and forth along a dusty wooden floor. The ancient, rotting wood creaked underneath his weight. The man was thin, with long black hair that was mussed, adding to the ragged rough texture of his feature. The dark eyes burned with fury and a deep sadness, and guilt. Another man leaned against a wall made of wood similar to that of underneath his feet. This man was shorter, but even thinner than the pacing man. His clothes were worn and ragged as well, and the man looked of ill health. His short brown hair was just long enough to hang in his eyes, which were also a dark color, but usually seemed brighter than the eyes of the pacing man. However, at the time, the brightness was gone, replaced with sadness, laden with a glossy cover that made it look as if the man was constantly on the verge of tears. The man opened his mouth, and spoke in a heavy tone.
"Sirius...don't be ridiculous...you'll end up in Azkaban...Lily and James are dead- yes. But we musn't lose our senses. It would be unwise and shameful to our beloved friends of late if we did anything too rash. Killing Peter will not solve anything. He must have his reasons for doing what he did."
"Oh be real, Remus! What reasons could that worm possibly have to give away his best friends! Nothing is more important than that!" the man, addressed as Sirius, stopped pacing and turned to the man he'd addressed as Remus. Though his grit-covered face was contorted in complete rage, tears ran down his cheeks in a constant flow. There was a moment of thick silence between the two, and finally Sirius put his dirty face into his equally dirty hands, sobbing. He fell to his knees, overcome with grief. For, as they'd only found out hours before, there two best friends had been murdered. Murdered by the horrid wizard whose name brought fear to every wizard, whose infamous wrath influenced the entire wizarding world. The wizard they called "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." Voldemort.
Remus stood up straight, moving over to Sirius and bending down by his side, patting his back and sympathizing- even though tears were running down his own cheeks.
"Sirius...he had his reasons- I'm sure of it..."
Sirius jerked away, once again enraged.
"Just who's side are you on, Remus! Peter Pettigrew led to the slaying of Lily and James! And you're making excuses for him! What in bloody hell are you thinking?"
Remus hesitated, choosing his words carefully,
"Because...Peter wouldn't do something like that...without good reason..."
Sirius scoffed at him and turned on his heel, walking toward the door
"I'm going to their home…or what's left of it," he stopped at the doorframe and turned back, staring intently at Remus, taking a long moment to let the silence pierce Remus' ears.
"I hear…he survived,"
Remus, who had been staring at the ground, looked up suddenly
"James?"
For a moment, a flicker appeared at the corner of Sirius' lip, but only a flash, and it was gone in a moment. He spoke just before turning back and leaving Remus to himself.
"Harry,"