This Chapter is dedicated to all the people who had to listen to me talk about it (Phil) and anyone who got bored during end of year exams (that's when I wrote this). Enjoy, Sunburn is by Muse.

Sunburn

I'll hide from the world, Behind a broken frame, And I'll burn forever, I can't face the shame.

It had been like this for three days now. The house had seemed very quiet. This was probably because two of its most noisy inhabitants (after Fred and George) were not themselves. After that night Tonks had got a fright from a boggart she had left number 12. She didn't move out exactly, she just said she needed some time away. Remus on the other hand had gone into hibernation and only spoke in a series of grunts. He was recovering from the full moon and had spent the last three days in solitude, shut away in his room. So Sirius Black was left, by himself. Well, unless you the occasional visit from Mundungus, but this always led to an argument with Molly about "his influence on the boys".

Sirius looked out of the doors that led to the back garden and decided that it would be a good idea to go out side and get some fresh air. He couldn't really remember the last time he went out in the daylight, so he half expected his skin to start burning and the remains of him would be a pile of dust. He stood still as light hit his face, nothing.

"Oh well ,better luck next time".

He sat on the patio, trying to avoid the various pieces of furniture that have been left out there due to the spring cleaning Grimmauld Place was undergoing. Sirius looked out into the tangle of trees that was the very back of the garden. It was vile garden, he didn't like to admit it but I was kind of hard to deny what with the sinister statues, Venus flytraps and the swamp like pond in the very middle.

The patio he was sitting on was the best thing about his garden; it had been created by the Order of the Phoenix a few days after the house was officially made headquarters. Moody had burnt away a stretch of grass and Professor McGonagall had transfigured the soil left into cement. After the first order meeting Arthur had put a repelling charm on the cement to stop the weeds destroying it. So now Sirius had his own slab of paradise where he could shout as loud as he wanted, spill as much beer as he felt necessary and escape from the old portraits and stuffed elf heads of the inside.

This was not the ideal lifestyle for Sirius, as no one wants to be locked up in a house that reminds them of the horrors of there past. For Sirius hiding was torture. Some days he just wanted to walk out the front door and see if anyone really noticed him. He had been taken out for a walk once as a dog but when Dumbledore had found out about this he had forbidden it. Sirius respected the headmaster, but right now he was really starting to piss him of. He wouldn't let him contact Harry, his own Godson until he had pushed him until he resolved to let him, Ron and Hermione write as long as they never put anything crucial in letters. Being in the Order of the Phoenix meant you followed Dumbledore and agreed with him, so there was no way Sirius could argue anymore. If it had been up to him he would have had Harry come straight to Grimmauld Place after his night in the graveyard. He had been through enough , seeing a student murdered and Voldermort rise to power with out being sent back to his aunt and uncle to top it all off.

It made him feel sick to think of Wormtail hurting Harry. Pettigrew would love this, not allowed to do any work, not being allowed to fight. He could not believe he had not seen it in his teenage years, especially when the marauders all became Animagi. Sirius remembered James telling him the animal they turned into represented something about them. And Peter was and always has been a rat. How had he not see then what Peter was , in a way Sirius felt he almost deserved what he got from Pettigrew. He had treated him like shit, when he knew Peter idolized him and taken advantage of what a pushover he was but that didn't stop Sirius wanting revenge.

He wished he had killed Peter Pettigrew.

He had held back, that night in the shrieking shack when Remus discovered he was innocent. This was because his godson was there, who he had only ever seen grown up from a distance. Harry had asked him not to kill Wormtail. The only reason he did as Harry requested was not because he cared about being a murderer, but because it was as if James was asking him from beyond the grave to spare Peter's life.

I'll feel a guilty conscience grow…

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