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Please REVEIW!!!!!
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It was my fault. I did kill them. Maybe not the way the rest of the world belives, but I did. It's
my fault. My mistake. I deserve to be in this horrid place. But so does he. He belongs here beside
me. I would of died a long time ago. That hatred is the only thing that keeps me alive. That keeps me
sane. Hatred.
I do not hate this place I'm in. I do not hate the world. I hate only two things. Myself and him.
I'll forever hate myself....it was my fault. If it wasn't for me, they would of lived. If it wasn't for my damn
stupidity! The boy lives though.
The little one. I remember when I came to their house, destroyed and broken. My best friend
lay in the rubble. His wife, who was once long ago joked about being my little sister, lay on the ground,
her bright eyes open. I remeber hearing the baby cry. I remember seeing him, little and fragile, but so
strong. I picked him up, saw the blood, the scar...realized what had happend.
I was in shock, true. I cuddled the little one to my chest, taking him from the house. I cried. I
cried for him and his parents. I cried for myself, so oblivious and stupid. So stupid!
I remember having to give him up. It was the last thing I wanted to do. After seeing how friends
could betray. But it was Dumbledore's wish. Dumbledore is a very wise wise man.
I went hunting after that. I had to find him. He had to pay. I wasn't sure what I'd do with him once
I had him, or what I'd do to him...but I knew I had to find him.
I did. He tricked me. He tricked the world. He escaped. I should of known. I should of thought.
But I didn't. Once again, it was my stupidity. He's not going to survive next time. I'll commit the crime
I was blamed for all those years ago. I'll kill him.
Then what will I do? I don't know. Maybe I'll come back here, and live the rest of my life in happy
madness. Or maybe I'll go to a place no one goes, and live my life alone. Maybe I'll fight the Dark Lord.
Maybe I'll just watch the world tear itself apart. Maybe I'll just sit and watch the stars, watch my namesake,
and slowly waste away. Maybe I'll find Moony, see what he's doing. Or maybe he's dead. How would I know?
Maybe I'll see the little one. I'll check on the boy. I'll see how he's doing. Wonder if he ever went to Hogwarts.
Wonder who he lives with. Maybe I won't. I could stay a dog forever...find a nice family with a big fireplace.
But, that is to consider. All I know now is this:
I am Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew will die.
Please REVEIW!!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was my fault. I did kill them. Maybe not the way the rest of the world belives, but I did. It's
my fault. My mistake. I deserve to be in this horrid place. But so does he. He belongs here beside
me. I would of died a long time ago. That hatred is the only thing that keeps me alive. That keeps me
sane. Hatred.
I do not hate this place I'm in. I do not hate the world. I hate only two things. Myself and him.
I'll forever hate myself....it was my fault. If it wasn't for me, they would of lived. If it wasn't for my damn
stupidity! The boy lives though.
The little one. I remember when I came to their house, destroyed and broken. My best friend
lay in the rubble. His wife, who was once long ago joked about being my little sister, lay on the ground,
her bright eyes open. I remeber hearing the baby cry. I remember seeing him, little and fragile, but so
strong. I picked him up, saw the blood, the scar...realized what had happend.
I was in shock, true. I cuddled the little one to my chest, taking him from the house. I cried. I
cried for him and his parents. I cried for myself, so oblivious and stupid. So stupid!
I remember having to give him up. It was the last thing I wanted to do. After seeing how friends
could betray. But it was Dumbledore's wish. Dumbledore is a very wise wise man.
I went hunting after that. I had to find him. He had to pay. I wasn't sure what I'd do with him once
I had him, or what I'd do to him...but I knew I had to find him.
I did. He tricked me. He tricked the world. He escaped. I should of known. I should of thought.
But I didn't. Once again, it was my stupidity. He's not going to survive next time. I'll commit the crime
I was blamed for all those years ago. I'll kill him.
Then what will I do? I don't know. Maybe I'll come back here, and live the rest of my life in happy
madness. Or maybe I'll go to a place no one goes, and live my life alone. Maybe I'll fight the Dark Lord.
Maybe I'll just watch the world tear itself apart. Maybe I'll just sit and watch the stars, watch my namesake,
and slowly waste away. Maybe I'll find Moony, see what he's doing. Or maybe he's dead. How would I know?
Maybe I'll see the little one. I'll check on the boy. I'll see how he's doing. Wonder if he ever went to Hogwarts.
Wonder who he lives with. Maybe I won't. I could stay a dog forever...find a nice family with a big fireplace.
But, that is to consider. All I know now is this:
I am Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew will die.