the_debt_of_time

"Peter, your friends will protect you! That's what they're there for. They would die for you, just like
you would die for them."
And Peter had died for them. Died trying to protect James and Lily's secret. Hadn't
he? Of course he did. How else would the Fidelius Charm have been broken? How else
would Voldemort have gotten in? Peter was a member of the Order, a Marauder. He had
fought trying to save Mary's life when Wilkes had betrayed them. Regulus had said so
himself.
"Sirius, you're being betrayed!"
"No shit!"
Sirius had been there; had seen it with his own eyes. Wilkes betrayed them all and
then even tried to murder Peter while his back was turned. Sirius killed the traitor trying to
get Peter out of there—trying to save Mary who died in his arms.
"Mary, oh Merlin, I'm sorry."
"Siri... Sirius... T-Trap.. ."
"I know, I know. Wilkes betrayed us. I'm so sorry... Mary I... I don't know what to do."
"P-Peter... Peter.. ."
"It's okay, Peter got out safely. He just hurt his arm. Peter will be fine."
"N-No. Peter... T-Trap."
"Oh fuck," Sirius muttered as a pain shot through him and panic set in.
"How's the arm, Pete?"
"Better, thanks. Healers said it might take a long while to heal. Maybe never, even. Said it must
have been a dark curse that hit me."
His forearm. He had been hit in the forearm. Had they seen it uncovered after that
day? Had they ever seen the scar left behind from the wound? No, it couldn't have been. Sirius
was certain. Remus was the spy. He had been gone for so long and living among other
werewolves, and even Snape said that the spy had to either be Sirius or Remus. But when
did he ever agree with Snivellus?
"Fuck!" Sirius screamed in frustration as he stood, pacing the stairs, wishing like hell
that Mia was there to run her fingers through his hair, to make everything right with the
world again. Wishing he could reverse time and save his family and friends. "What am I
supposed to do?"
"Sirius?"