I'm experimenting with writing a One-Shot. Sirius 3! Please review! I phone you enjoy- though it's kind of sad. xx
James was dead.
Lily was dead.
Peter was dead.
Muggles were dead.
And I laughed.
It was ridiculous.
It was horrible.
It was impossible.
Mere hours and everything had been turned upside down.
Ridiculous.
A street full of innocent Muggles was destroyed. So were my best friends.
Horrible.
One of my best friends was a traitor.
Impossible.
Ministry officials came.
I laughed.
I laughed out of pain, out of grief, out of disbelief.
Pain for my broken heart. Pain as though I had been blown apart myself.
Grief for the ones I loved. Grief so overwhelming, the only thing I could do was laugh.
Disbelief for the impossibility of the situation. Fat little, weak little Peter becoming a traitor and just as good as killing his best friend.
They took me away.
I laughed still.
They locked me up.
I went willingly.
Just about everything I cared about had been taken away from me.
My freedom was nothing anymore.
And so I laughed.
There was nothing else to do. I would not break down and drown in my sorrow.
I laughed with pain. With grief. With disbelief. Ridiculous, horrible, impossible laughter.
Laughing or crying. Sorrow in two different forms. Emotion bursting. Laughter.
I was overflowing in emotion.
Anger.
Sadness.
Passion.
Laughter.