An: Sorry this took so long. I had a really hard time write this chapter; I just couldn't put into words what I wanted to write for a long time. I finally had some motivation to write this. And I will finish this story, I really want to and I do enjoy writing it. I hope to get the next chapter up soon. Anyway, the chapter is split into two parts, Sirius' POV and James' POV. Thank-you to everyone who reviewed. Enjoy.

Chapter 4 The Arrest of Sirius Black

After leaving the Potter's destroyed house, destroyed like Sirius' life, Sirius headed back to Peter's, hoping to find something, anything that could lead him to Peter. Peter was going to pay for what he did. How could he betray them? How could he kill James? Sirius sobbed at the thought of James. Sirius fought the grief that overfilled him; the pain that filled his entire body. Pain that hurt more than the Cruciatus cruse; pain worst than anything he had felt before. Sirius was going to make Peter fill this pain. Peter was going to suffer like he is now. Sirius would make sure of it. With those thoughts in mind, Sirius arrived at Peter's—the place that Peter was supposed to hide; he was supposed to safe; the place where this whole nightmare started.

Ditching his bike outside, Sirius ran into the house. Soon the house was completely destroyed as Sirius took his anger out on everything there, hoping to find something. "WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE DID YOU GO? I'LL FIND YOU!" Sirius shouted his frustration. Where could he have gone? It not like he had a lot of places to go. Think Sirius THINK! Sirius started pacing having thrown ever possible thing already. The ground was now covered in broken dishes, broken picture frames (one of the first things to have come off in Sirius' anger), broken glass, papers, and even furniture. Ok, ok, what places could he have gone. There are only so few. His job at the little muggle store down the street, the pub they always went to, Hogsmede, the Leaky Cauldron, his mother's—"HIS MOTHER'S! THAT'S IT!" Why didn't he think of that before? It was so obvious now. Peter always went there; he was sure to be there now, especially if he was planning on hiding. He would go without seeing his mother first, to at least say goodbye. With a grin that promised murder, Sirius jumped on his motorbike and flew away.

By the time Sirius arrived at Mrs. Pettigrew's house, the sun had risen and people were about, starting their day. Sirius ran to the door and was about to go in when he saw HIM. Peter! Pushing, running away, trying to escape. A fresh way of anger rushed through Sirius. He killed James! He's the reason James' dead! HE TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME! Leaving his bike behind, Sirius ran after Peter, filled with blood-thirsty rage, not thinking clearly.

As Sirius ran, the coward parted, scared by the look of utter grief and rage. Peter ran faster knowing he was doomed, trying to think of away to escape but there was nowhere to go. He had run into a dead-end. He didn't want to die, he was going to die. He needed a way out, seeing a rat run down the sewer. That was it. He just needed to distract Sirius now, long enough to get away.

Sirius ran down the alley. He had him cornered. Peter was going to pay. Pay for what he did. He had nowhere to go; he was dead. Sirius grinned with madness. "Peter," he growled, "you're dead." Sirius held his wand up, "Good-bye Peter, Cruc—"

Before Sirius could finish the curse, Peter yelled "Lily, James, how could you?" Sirius faced contorted. HOW DARE HE! ACCUSE HIM! But he's right, it's your fault. A small voice said. It was your fault. They changed scerect keepers because of you. You killed them. Sirius tried to shake the voice from his head, the overwhelming guilt he felt. "NO!" Sirius yelled, trying to make the guilt leave.

Seeing Sirius inner turmoil, Peter saw his chance to escape. "Bombarda Maxima" He shouted, exploding the street, throwing Sirius back, knocking several bystanders to the ground, dead. Peter sliced his finger off in the commotion, transforming and escaping down the sewers.

Sirius scrambled to his feet, wand drawn. Peter was gone. He fooled him. Sirius started laugh, the situation was too much for him. PETER FOOLED HIM! HE FOOLED EVERYONE! HOW COULD HE HAVE NOT SEEN IT BEFORE! Sirius continued laughing; he couldn't stop and if he did, he'll probably cry. He was still laughing when ministry wizards started to appear. He didn't stop when he was taken by them. He didn't care what happen to him. Who cares? What was the point without James?

"James! Help, James!" Lily yelled. James struggled to get to Lily but some force seemed to be holding him back. He couldn't move. "Lily, I'm coming." James tried to yell back but couldn't. His mouth wasn't working either. He needed to get to Lily. He had to save her. But he couldn't move. "Too late, Potter. Avada Kedavra!" Green light filled James' vison.

James woke with a started. The nightmare still playing in his mind. Lily's ok. She's right by you like always. It was just a dream. James thought turning to look at Lily to only see Harry. Where was Lily? James looked at his surroundings, noticing that this wasn't Godric's Hollow. Where was he? James got up, grapping his wand. Something was wrong. He was missing something. He just couldn't remember what it was. Taking his surroundings in, James thought it look familiar. It looked kind of like Hogwarts. But why was he there? Why did they leave Godric's Hollow?

LILY! HIS DREAM! It hit him like a wave, pushing him back down on the bed. She was dead. Voldemort came. He killed Lily. Somehow him and Harry were still alive. LILY! She was really DEAD! Tears filled his eyes; sweet, beautiful Lily gone. But how? How did Voldemort find them? The only way that that could have happen is if Peter—PETER! James jumped up. What happened to him? What did Voldemort do to him? Was he dead too? Tortured? Oh, Wormtail! He's gone too. Just like Lily. James sobbed. Quiet, funny Peter dead. He had to be dead. How else do Voldemort find them? And it was his fault too. Peter was dead because of him, like Lily. He could protect them. He failed them both. James laid back, tears streaming down his face. What had he done? He condemned his friend to dead! He got Lily killed!

WAIT! How did Voldemort find Peter? Nobody knew but him and Lily—and SIRIUS! James' eyes widen. Sirius! Voldemort got him too. He tortured Sirius. He killed Sirius! Sirius gone! His best friend was dead. Because of him. James was hyperventilating. What was he suppose to do without Sirius? He was always there. He can't be gone. But how else would Voldemort know about Peter. How else could Voldemort have found them. And it was all his fault. They all died for him. LILY! PETER! SIRIUS! What had he done? What was he going to do without Lily? Without Sirius? James sobbed became louder. He didn't want to live. There was no reason.

"Dada!" Harry cried, waking up. "Dada, sad" Harry crawled over to James. James looked at Harry. Harry. He had to live for Harry. His son. Harry needed him.

"Hey, mate." James smiled though his tears. "Daddy's ok." Harry looked at him in disbelief. James laugh, his boy was smart. "We'll be ok." James said. "Come on, time to get ready." James got up swinging Harry with him. Harry gave James purpose.

They got ready without a problem expect when Harry asked for his Mum. James didn't know how to answer that. How do you explain to a one year old his mother is dead? James ended up just saying that "Mum's busy right now; she's gone away." But it was so much more than that. Lily isn't just busy; she is gone, dead never to come back. James winced at that thought. He missed Lily so much. But James keep going, doing something helped distracted him from his darker thoughts.

Finally both were ready to go find some food. Harry was hungry. James was too now that he thought about it. But before they could leave the room, there was a knock. Who could that be? Harry and James shared a look before James pulled the door open, revealing Remus Lupin.

Remus looked worse for wear, his hair disheveled and liked he didn't sleep had all last night, due to the full moon last night. "Prongs, James" Remus said, relieved that James was alive, that the rumors weren't false. James stared at Remus in shocked, how could have forgotten about Remus. He still at least have one friend, alive.

"Un' Mo'ny" Harry shouted happily seeing Remus, causing both James and Remus to smile.

"Remus, Moony." James said, not knowing what to say. "Missed you, mate." James pulled Remus into a hug.

"Me too." Remus said, glad to see his friend alive, glad to not be alone.

"Moony, wanta come with us to get some food. Sneak into the kitchen for old time's sake." James smiled sadly, trying not to think about the two missing marauders. It hurt to much to think about.

Remus took a deep breath. He had to tell James. Why did it have to fall to him? "James, there's something you need to know. Have you seen the paper this morning?" Remus hoping this was the best route, hoping he had enough courage to tell James.

James looked confused. "No, why? Was there something important there? I know it probably said something about Voldemort being defeat. But I already know that"

Remus really don't want to be the one to tell him but someone had to and it would be better from a friend. "It's not that." Remus said not sure at how to proceed. "It's something else. It's about Sirius. Here look."

James took the paper from Remus, confused why was Sirius in the paper, wasn't he gone. James read the headline

You-Know-Who defeated (pg 2)

Black's True Colors Revealed (pg 4)

James turned to page 4 quickly. What true colors? What are they talking about? James skimmed the article; a few phases standing out.

Sirius Black was founded in the streets surrounded by bodies laughing.

Thought to be a Death Eater

Killed 12 Muggles

A finger found belonging to Peter Pettigrew, assumed dead

Taken to Azkaban

This wasn't right. Something was off. Why would Sirius kill Peter? Unless, Peter—No that can't be right—but it makes more sense than this—Peter betrayed them—impossible. Sirius in Azkaban. Was there no trial? This was way too soon. James took off. He had to Sirius. He had to get Sirius out. Sirius can't go to Azkaban. James needed Sirius. He got to save him. He had to get to the ministry. He wasn't going to lose Sirius again.

An: James isn't going to think right away that any of his friends betray him; he thought it was the high of dishonor to not trust one's friends. So I don't think he would have thought right away that Peter would have betray them and would have been worried about him.

The next chapter would be up as soon as possible. There going to be a little be more angst but it will get happy in a few chapters once everything is figured out; there will be a happy ending because I like happy endings. And thank-you all for reading and reviewing, it means a lot.