He was raving like a madman and Lily wouldn't be able to deny it frightened her if asked, but if there was one thing Sirius Black wasn't, it was a genuine and fully-fledged lunatic. That job was better left to the acknowledged members of the Black family. He'd been tortured, perhaps. Death Eaters seeking revenge for their lost master, most likely. That was the only explanation for his state and the things he was saying, as there was absolutely no way Sirius would have gone to Azkaban.
He said I killed Muggles, Lily. That Ron fellow. He said I killed twelve of them. And then framed Sirius for it. For all of it.
That bit of conversation recently had surfaced from where Lily had dismissed it as further insane lies, taunting her next to the sight of Sirius.
No, no, no. It wasn't possible, it was all part of the ongoing lies. Peter would never do that, would never do anything to hurt any of them. He would never do this to Sirius.
What was important now was taking care of Sirius.
"No more playing dead, not for you, not for us, not for anyone," she whispered, squeezing tighter the hand he was clinging to hers with, wanting to reassure him in a million ways that whatever had happened, it would not continue, that everything would be better now. Even if she had yet to know what the 'whatever happened' was, she wanted to promise that just the same.
She did know one thing absolutely, however. She was going to murder the person responsible for this.
Lifting her head, she squeezed James to get his attention and then mouthed 'let's all go inside' at him. They were nearly defenseless, lying here on the sidewalk, they needed to get inside, inside there apartment where they could throw up every ward and charm possible to protect them while they took care of Sirius.