Whiskers

I was so angry, it felt like I was going to catch fire. James, the only man who had even bothered to look at me, was dead and it was all Peter's fault. And Sirius was sitting in jail because of him. And to top it all off, everyone was pitying him—Oh, poor little Peter, blasted to pieces by that insane, devilish Sirius Black. If I ever saw that rat again…