[A/N: Sirius gets his second chapter. Aren't you all happy and stuff? No? Too bad. I have come to like evil-Sirius better than book-Sirius, but that's just the way I am. I always take the side of the bad guy', because we all know that he is the real good guy, you just have to look at things his way to see it *hugs Tom and nods* ~ Crying Raven, member of Bad Guy Lover's Club]

Fallen star

~ The sun, the moon, the star and the rat ~

The boy winces in pain, but keeps staring at me when I turn back to human.

I wonder if he knew I aimed for Harry, aimed to tear his throat when I for a short moment mistook him for James. They are so alike too alike.

I believe I broke this boy's leg, I must have. I could hear the bone crack between my teeth and the sweet blood tingling in my mouth. For a short moment I knew how that werewolf felt when he attacked you, Moony, but I won't ever let you feel the shameful pleasure. I fear it would darken your soul beyond return.

I don't care about this child, but he has done nothing to us yet so I'm not going to kill him unless it is necessary.

The door open and I see them. Harry and some girl. She is not the important one, far from it. She's just as important as the redheaded boy is and if I have to I will kill her too. But Harry, at the sight of him I take my role Do you still remember what we agreed on, Remus?

You walk through the door and Ah, yes, you were the best actor I have ever seen.

Life hasn't been treating you too good I see. You're far too skinny, you have grey hair already, but your eyes smile to me. Your beautiful eyes can still smile, never changing and always so wonderful to see. You remember. Yes, you remember our lies, our broken promises and our mind games, played on everyone but each other. All the strings we pulled and the buttons we learned to push.

A sinister game where we were in control.

I'll kill that filthy rat for what he did to you. Left you all alone like that, all alone in the world full of people who hated you for being a victim. You were the victim of that werewolf, and Moony, if I could make it undone I would have. Anything to spare you pain. You kept me sane, as sane as you can be after Azkaban that is. But it was you and Peter. I wanted out to be there for you and out so I could tear Peter into pieces for stopping us from continuing our wicked game, for separating us. When I got out I remembered something else.

Cries. Sobbing. Blood flowing from a cut on a small baby's forehead.

James bloody son.

Oh, Remus, you have seen his eyes, Lily's eyes. Isn't that precious? Lily Evans. Lily Potter. The late Lily Potter.
Remember the fun we had with her? I do.

I'd like to play with him too when he grows older James' son. He'd be crying out in his grave if only he knew who he left in charge of his only child. With his living clone.

I know what you'd say, love, I know. He's just a child, he can't be blamed for what James did, can't be blamed for the fall of our master, can't be blamed at all. You are right, but wrong. Back then he couldn't be blamed, he was just a year old, loud little thing too, always screaming in the middle of the night, but now I hear he's fought off our master twice more. He can be blamed. He deserves to be blamed. And when my name is cleared, when they have bought our lies and Peter is in that hellhole on earth, then I'll get my revenge.

He believes, Moony, he believes what we tell him. He is so willing to believe, so willing to get away from Lily's relatives that controlling him will be easy.

Another James, indeed.

Another black haired boy to feed full of lies and to manipulate until our lord got time for him. Another mudblood girl who will share Lily's fate for ever thinking such horrible thoughts about you, another boy full of hate towards your kind who will find himself falling. I'll corrupt him the way I got to Peter, and I will make sure that he doesn't understand enough to know when to run.

In time, Moony, in time. I'll make sure of that. I'll make them feel every single piece of agony you have ever gone through, and then some, before ending their pitiful lives in a way that pleases me.

This time around I will make it clear who were the traitor. This time around I will lead the Dark Lord to them myself. The potion will keep you sane, so you won't need me there with you, even if it is to prefer. But you see, you can't be seen there, they'll jump to conclusions. They'll think it was you, and you know what some people would do to a werewolf if given a hint of a reason. I wouldn't be able to bare that.

All we need is pick up the game. I play my role and you play yours, just like we did before. You will heal my wounds and I will heal yours, just like we always did. No one will ever know, no one will ever know the truth behind all our lies.

They never did.