As he awakens, the events of the last 24 hours seep in and the rage that was pushed down in favour of grief almost consumes him, until he peers at the image before him. Crumbled sheets and a beautiful woman, his wife who he fell in love with in stages, cuddled with two infants, one the picture of his brother in all but blood and the other his daughter. A girl who helped him grieve his adoptive parents and gave him a reason to fight.
Sirius wants to stay, he wants to barricade the door and keep these three safe but that won't stop the treachery or the violence. He trusted Pettigrew, it was him who convinced James to swap secret keepers. He has to be the one to avenge James and Lily, he has to protect these children. And truly what's one less rat in the world?
Quickly changing, Sirius leaves the comfort of the house and disapperates to Peters house, not falling for the carnage he sees. Before he can enter the house, he hears Peter call out to him, in a manner which makes Sirius' blood boil, friendship. ' hey Sirius what brings you, thought you'd be at James''
Turning around, Sirius reaches for his wand, 'cut the crap Pete, you and I both know they're dead, the only difference is I didn't sell them out, I have only one question, Why?'
'why? Why did I do it? It's simple, James and you thought I was the pity friend, let's be friends with pettigrew so we look better so Lily and Imyra will date us. But they don't deserve you, the half blood and the mud blood should of died. You thought you were better than others. The Dark Lord promised me power and position, something none of you could do.' Peter shouts stalking closer to Sirius.
'so you decided to sell your soul and the lives of your friends, we protected you, we cared for you. We overlooked your misguided actions but it wasn't enough was it? I guess what they say, your animagus is a true reflection of your soul' his voice wavering.
As anger intensified, spells started to fly and the rest is history.