A/N - Felt like writing a fanfiction with Sirius as the main character, and
that's exactly what I did. Read and review!
Oh, and if you liked this ficlet, please check out my other one - Amid My Closing Memories - and review that one, too. ~_^
"Come on!" I barked, "You can do better then that!" I was dueling my cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, death eater. We moved around the floor of the department of mysteries, dodging and blocking and shooting spells at each other. My cousin was a good duelist, and I knew it, but I was confident that I could defeat her.
I raised my wand hand, and was about to cry out 'Stupefy!' when Bellatrix raised her wand as well. A jet of light came shooting towards me, and I tried to dodge it, but couldn't. It hit me squarely in the chest. Whatever spell she had cast, it hurt, and I felt my body curving and falling as though I had no power over it. I felt myself touch that strange black curtain, felt myself push it backwards and slowly fall, knowing I would land behind the veil. I wasn't really thinking, but I could, somehow, still feel.
In those slow-moving seconds I saw my life pass before my eyes. I saw myself, three years old, wondering why my new baby brother - who I would come to hate years later - was getting so much attention, I saw myself fighting with my mother and saw my father beating me, saw an eleven-year- old me excited that I was finally leaving my horrible family behind and going off to Hogwarts, saw myself meeting Remus and James and Peter, remembered when we found out Remus's secret, played the countless midnight romps over and over in my mind. I remembered James and Lily's wedding as well as their deaths, the tears I shed unbearable. I saw myself, twenty two, days later, being carted off to Azkaban. I remembered what it was like there, to wallow forever in sadness. Most go insane. I remembered my escape, my first meeting with Harry, Remus's forgiveness, and the moments when I thought I would be free at last. And I remembered my final days in Grimmauld Place, and then I fell.
I felt the life slowly escaping me as I fell behind the veil, my body hitting the cold floor with a resounding thud. I heard echoes as if from far away, my eyes were closed but even then I felt everything fade. I didn't try to stand, to run, to escape. I knew my life was over, and I knew that I would see James again. Remus would be there, too, when his time came, as would Harry and his friends.
I wished, for a fleeting second, that I could go back and fix the way things had happened. Then I realized it was for the best. Silently, as my senses began to dim, I bid my friends a deathbed goodbye.
I could have sworn I heard someone call my name before I died.
A/N - =sniffle= Rest in Peace, Sirius.
Oh, and if you liked this ficlet, please check out my other one - Amid My Closing Memories - and review that one, too. ~_^
"Come on!" I barked, "You can do better then that!" I was dueling my cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, death eater. We moved around the floor of the department of mysteries, dodging and blocking and shooting spells at each other. My cousin was a good duelist, and I knew it, but I was confident that I could defeat her.
I raised my wand hand, and was about to cry out 'Stupefy!' when Bellatrix raised her wand as well. A jet of light came shooting towards me, and I tried to dodge it, but couldn't. It hit me squarely in the chest. Whatever spell she had cast, it hurt, and I felt my body curving and falling as though I had no power over it. I felt myself touch that strange black curtain, felt myself push it backwards and slowly fall, knowing I would land behind the veil. I wasn't really thinking, but I could, somehow, still feel.
In those slow-moving seconds I saw my life pass before my eyes. I saw myself, three years old, wondering why my new baby brother - who I would come to hate years later - was getting so much attention, I saw myself fighting with my mother and saw my father beating me, saw an eleven-year- old me excited that I was finally leaving my horrible family behind and going off to Hogwarts, saw myself meeting Remus and James and Peter, remembered when we found out Remus's secret, played the countless midnight romps over and over in my mind. I remembered James and Lily's wedding as well as their deaths, the tears I shed unbearable. I saw myself, twenty two, days later, being carted off to Azkaban. I remembered what it was like there, to wallow forever in sadness. Most go insane. I remembered my escape, my first meeting with Harry, Remus's forgiveness, and the moments when I thought I would be free at last. And I remembered my final days in Grimmauld Place, and then I fell.
I felt the life slowly escaping me as I fell behind the veil, my body hitting the cold floor with a resounding thud. I heard echoes as if from far away, my eyes were closed but even then I felt everything fade. I didn't try to stand, to run, to escape. I knew my life was over, and I knew that I would see James again. Remus would be there, too, when his time came, as would Harry and his friends.
I wished, for a fleeting second, that I could go back and fix the way things had happened. Then I realized it was for the best. Silently, as my senses began to dim, I bid my friends a deathbed goodbye.
I could have sworn I heard someone call my name before I died.
A/N - =sniffle= Rest in Peace, Sirius.