That, that was a lot to let sink in and register all at once. Almost too overwhelming to take in.
James died. Lily died. Pettigrew betrayed them. He was rotting in Azkaban. Harry orphaned. Remus– what happened to Remus?
"No," he said hoarsely, refusing to believe it, not wanting to believe it, wanting anything but what Harry said to be true.
Sirius stared at Harry, searching his face. He was unable to believe it, but unable to find any reason why Harry would be making up such a bloody miserable story. He wasn't having any mickey on him. There wasn't any punchlines coming up.
"Cor and hell," Sirius growled, burying his face in his hands. He wanted to punch something. No, someone. He wanted to find Pettigrew and throttle the life out of him. "He played us all, convinced us that Remus was the one– I was going to suggest it to James. Haven't yet, but it'd been on my mind ever since Caradoc disappeared and.. fucking hell that fucking cocksucker," Sirius swore with feeling as it all sunk in and he could see with almost perfect clarity.
Every little remark Peter made. The way he hung on his every word. They never would have seen it coming. How could Peter? How could he? "FUCK!" Sirius shot up and drove his fist into the wooden wall without thinking about splinters or getting bloody.