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A.N Big, huge, just plain massive props to .net/u/1613656/Scandalacious_Intentions

For lending me her idea of using photographs to tell a story. If you haven't read her work yet click away from this story and do it...now...I'm serious....Her writing is amazing and makes mine look like a six year old wrote it.

A Pictures Worth...

Sirius took the offered photograph from mad eye, a gust of wind leaving his lungs when he recognised the picture instantly. The original order. He looked to the back of the smiling occupants and sure enough there was James and Lily with their arms around Pettigrew. No wonder Harry left in a hurry. His stomach felt hollow as he looked upon the smiling faces of his closest friends. How were they to know one of their own would betray them, sending them all to an early grave?

There he was to the right of James, his arm around Dorcas and if he looked to the front, yes. There was Lupin peering around the Longbottoms trying to catch a glimpse of Marlene. He took a deep shuddering breath trying to steady himself. He felt a hand on his shoulder and tuned to find Remus giving him a sympathetic smile and gesturing towards the door.

He followed out into the hall where Mad-Eye was waiting silently beckoning them to follow. Harry stood in the doorway shouting at Molly to leave. Sirius looked to him in confusion before taking in the scene before him. Lying on the ground in front of Molly was the bloodied corpse of his godson. He couldn't move, he felt as though his insides had turned to stone.

Remus took charge banishing the boggart and calming Molly down.

"Sirius?"

"Yea?" he snapped out of his reverie still staring at the same spot on the floor.

"Are you ok?"

"Fine...Harry?"

"He was a bit shocked but he'll be fine." Remus assured him still looking at him in concern. He didn't say anything else just nodded and followed him down to the almost empty kitchen. Only Tonks remained, wishing to say goodnight to Remus before she left.

"I'll leave you to it" Sirius mumbled grabbing a bottle of firewhisky and retiring to the library.

He opened the door and threw himself onto a couch beside the fire, a movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.

"Hermione?" he called seeing the girl creep towards the door.

"Sorry...I was just leaving, I didn't mean to disturb you" she smiled serenely.

"Don't leave because of me." He muttered.

"No really, I was just leaving."

"Stop being so damn polite and sit down." He barked taking a swig from his bottle.

She sat down, her mouth opening in a small O of surprise.

A soft knock on the door sounded and Remus poked his head through the small gap. "Everything alright?"

"Yea" Sirius sighed putting his head in his hands.

"I thought I might find you here."

"I'd forgotten" he sounded disgusted with himself.

"Its ok Pads-"

"No Moony, it's not." He accio'd a worn battered black photo album off a shelf.

"I should go..."

"No Hermione, really. I'm sorry for snapping."

"Might as well pull up a cushion and grab a butterbeer, it's going to be a long trip" Remus muttered ominously conjuring up a bottle of firewhisky for himself.

"Trip?"

"Down memory lane" he clarified with a small smile.

A.N so...what do you think? Want to read more?