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Notes: A portrait of angst in one hundred words.
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The Hardest Thing to Believe
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He'd never felt so much pain in his life. It was worse than his transformations.
He was all alone. Again.
James, strong and brave, was dead. Peter, quiet and timid, was dead. Sirius, exuberant and full of life, was currently rotting away in Azkaban.
He still couldn't believe it. He wouldn't let himself believe it.
How could Sirius do that to them? How could Sirius to that to him?
Now he felt more alone than ever. It was worse than before he had gone to school, because now, he'd had a taste of how it felt to have friends.