"... I'm sorry." He didn't know why that shook him so much, he thought hearing that James died would make him smile or feel elated but he knew how painful this had to be for Sirius. He could see it in his face, in his actions - hell, was this the reason? He didn't even know what to say and for ages, he just sat there and looked down at his hands, awkwardly trying to think of what he should say.

"It's not my side. I was trying to ... to go back. I wanted to stop him."

He knew Sirius couldn't have known, how could he? But he felt now more than ever, he had to further himself from Voldemort. "I failed, obviously. I'm sorry. I tried."