It's all you, J.K.  Except for Gwen.



“What a wonderful Christmas present” she thought sarcastically to herself. “Every year I ask Santa for Voldemort to show up on my doorstep. This year he’s finally going to deliver.”


 

This man had completely consumed her.  She didn’t realize how deep she was until she looked up and couldn’t see the surface.  But she would rather drown with Sirius than breathe another breath without him.  She figured “obsessed” was a good word to use.

She needed him to tell her that everything was going to be alright.  She needed him to lie to her.  She longed for the alternate reality he could provide her with for just a little while.  She missed her escape.

She lay there, clutching her pillow, crying nonstop and muttering Sirius’ name over and over again. Since when was she so weak? Since when had she not been able to stand on her own two feet and spit in the face of life’s cruelties? Sirius had become the anchor her heart was tied to, and she felt like it was losing its hold. Never had a man caused her so much pain.

The determination in the set of her jaw and in her eyes stirred something deep within him.   She wouldn’t give up on him.  He would never be alone in his struggles.  She was a pillar of strength, of love, that he could always lean on.

He could tell she had fallen asleep. He sat there, listening to her steady breathing and watching as the fire began to die out. But a new fire had been kindled in his chest. He could feel it, burning up everything except for the thought of her.

“Don’t ever,” Severus whispered waspishly, “try to tell me what my feelings are for you. Don’t ever pretend you understand.”

She ran a thumb over the blue stones, deciding what to do. Part of her didn’t want to wear it anymore. The other part still held on so tight to Sirius’ memory. She looked up at the sky, almost searching for an answer, then back down at the dilemma in her hand.