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EPILOGUE

The murder site was eerily quiet, the snow just barely covering the house.

As the usually silent tread of footsteps made crunching sounds on the already snowy ground, a tear was found in the man's eyes.

A baby cried from somewhere in the wreckage. The man looked up, his beard swinging in the cold wind.

"Sirius, how could you?" he murmured. "I thought you loved them…"

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Looking down from above, her eyes bewildered, Lily Potter watched her son until Albus Dumbledore came to take him away. Then she closed her eyes and was enfolded in her husband's arms.

"He'll be okay, Lils," James murmured in her red hair, while she cried her poor heart out.

"Do you think Dumbledore will ever discover that Sirius is innocent?" she asked, wiping her eyes.

James swallowed, trying to protect Lily from the awful truth: that all the facts were pointing toward Sirius; the way he tried to give Hagrid the motorbike that was his prized possession, the fact that James and Lily had chosen him as their secret keeper.

Yes, they were probably going to see Sirius very soon…

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Severus Snape sat in horror, having just realized that he had signed Lily's death warrant. His eyes had reached shock level.

Standing up, he grabbed the coat he had gotten from Lily on his fifteenth birthday and Apparated himself away. Voldemort wasn't coming back anyway.

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Handing over his cycle had to have been the stupidest thing he could have done, Sirius thought as he reached the murder site. He could have been there hours ago; he could have helped to pull his best friends' bodies out of the wreck.

Instead he was searching for Peter. The murdering wretch was going to get what was coming to him, of that Sirius was sure.

Turning a corner, not watching where he was going, Sirius ran into a small body lying in the snow.

Turning his head and seeing that the street behind him was bustling with activity in the early morning, Sirius shrugged and looked at the pitiful body of his once-best friend and prepared to pull his wand out of his coat pocket.

The body sprang up, a wand already brandished. "Lily and James, Sirius," he sobbed, but Sirius was sure he was faking it, "how could you?"

And before Sirius could do anything, the wand was flourished and half the street behind him was blown apart.

The screaming haunted him as he sat in that cold Azkaban cell, alone.

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A/N: yes this is the end. Sad isn't it? Well it's my last ditch chance at reviews so please… PLEASE… review!

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