He loved his friends; he was loyal until the very end. He had worked hard to build up a life for himself, away from the cruelty of his parents and the impossible expectations they had of him. He had to watch his best friend die, had to watch the betrayal in the face of the man he loved. Had to watch that smug fucking grin on Pettigrew’s stupid fucking face as he blew up the muggles and Sirius’ life.