"Fuck my innocence! He doesn't deserve Azkaban!" Sirius shouted. "He deserves to die! He deserves to be hunted down and killed just like--" A sob broke free from Sirius's lips. Too late, he covered his mouth and his body shook as he fought back images of his best friends lying still and cold, splayed on the floor of their home.

He pulled his hand away and looked back at Remus. In his eyes were the very depths of despair.

"My God, Remus. They're dead."

And Peter had used him to kill them.