"Sirius, what the bloody hell are you playing at?"

He tried not to panic but this man, the one he had once seen as his greatest friend, was the man who killed James and Lily. In a roundabout way. How could he have fun with him when he had done such a thing? When he had -- God, what had he done to the boy? Looking down, he bit back a noise of fear and tried to look straight ahead. That was less scary. Never look down.

"What did you do to Harry?" If he was dead then -- then what? Like he could win a fight against Sirius of all people.