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He mused over Sirius often. Another one of the Four, dead. The loss of James had nearly killed him. This death – he could barely think his friend's name – ripped apart his very soul.

When he looked inside himself, he saw chaos and disarray. Shards of glass. Wilted petals. Phases. Smudged maps. Claws. The shell of a man.

If only he could get his hands on the third. Around the pudgy neck of the third. Wrap… Squeeze… He suppressed a growl, not giving into the wolf.

He wanted to kill…kill him. To be the only one left of the Four.