'Poor old Snuffles. He must really like you, Harry…Imagine having to live off rats.' – Ron Weasley

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Sirius smiled sadly down at the dark haired girl on his bed. She looked so peaceful, lying where she was and he had no want to move her. He wasn't going to move her either. What was the point?

After last night nothing really seemed to matter anymore. Two of his best friends where dead, another of them was a traitor and he knew damn well that the one who would get the blame for the treachery was himself.

She had no part in this and, although it hurt him to think it, she would be a lot safer without him.

It was painful and he felt his heart tearing itself apart as he took in the fact that after chasing her for so long he had finally caught her just before this disaster had occurred. After loving her for so long in school and even afterwards he had only been able to spend one night with her, one amazingly brilliant night, before it had all gone sour. He hadn't even been given a proper chance.

He hurt. He hurt all over.

This day was the beginning of the end of him, starting with his heart and ending with his body. He could feel the heart dying already.

Putting his head in his hands he fought back the tears. Everything was going so right…why did it all have to go so wrong?

He sat there for a long time, sitting over the woman he loved; her pale body hidden only by the covers. Her face was peaceful as she slept, untroubled by the world that was collapsing around him. Unaware of what was happening.

She would be heartbroken when she found out. Lily had been a good friend of hers after all.

He sighed heavily before rubbing his hands into his tired eyes and looking down at her, capturing the image in his mind as his heart twisted painfully.

He didn't want to leave her, this beautiful girl that lay on his bed, but he had no choice. He was to be targeted by the ministry, but first he needed to find Pettigrew – the traitor – and confront him, even if it was pointless it was something he needed to do. For his own desperate attempt to keep his sanity.

He got up from the bed, taking a final glance at his lover for the night and soul mate for all time before walking away, his heart breaking all the more with ever step he took.

He would never forget her, not her dazzling blue eyes or glossy chocolate hair. She would forever be in his mind and memories and would help keep him sane throughout his time in Azkaban, yet slowly torturing him all the while.

Love was a funny thing he mused, suddenly finding vague irony at the fact that he was beginning to sound like James. He grimaced as the pain that was worse than the Cruciatus curse shot through him, burning him with its intensity.

But he continued on, continued on the road to no where and yet everywhere at the same time. Life would be hard, if it could even be called life, but as some wise someone once said, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel.

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Dear readers,

Well, a moment in time with Sirius. I honestly have no idea where this came from but I kind of like seeing a more…personal side of Sirius so this was born. Please review and tell me what you think. Cheers.
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Hmm, 'When the darkness falls and light is no more, there you will find me – guarding the door.'
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