Sirius looked out the window of his cell. The view was nothing special. The river, some barren trees. The little piece of earth where the ones that finally snuffed it were buried. The view was nothing new. He'd stared out at it everyday since he had arrived in the retched place.
And everyday he cursed the man that put him here. No wait, he wasn't even worthy of being called a man. He cursed the cowardly rat that ruined the marauder's lives.
It's weird. They say love conquers all.
Ha, is all I can say.
I think, within our group, we were all in love, at one point. Or at least the closest thing there was to love at that age.
They say love conquers all. But they're wrong.
Love doesn't conquer Voldemort.
Love doesn't conquer Death.
Love may be remembered after death, but it will never conquer it.
It was amazing though, how from the first day of school, we all clicked. We had found our group. And within that group, we all had someone. Except Peter, the coward who Hero worshiped us other three Marauders. Sure, we dated outside the group, but in our last two years during Hogwarts, we somehow just paired off. Young love. No one was left out. We double dated all the time, except, there were twelve of us, not four.
We all fell in love, I think. They say a relationship is an ocean, stormy at times, calm at others.
Well, no one could have been prepared for the stormed that rocked our relationships.
Arabella. I even hate to say her name. Yeah, I guess it's shame.
What does she think of me know? One of her best friends, her boyfriend, of over a year. A convicted murderer.
I loved her. I would have spent my life with her.
But what does she think now? I'm a murderer. An insane, mass murderer.
Appealing huh?
But that isn't the worst of our stories.
Lily and James. Well you all know their story. Dead before their fifth wedding anniversary. By Voldemort.
Remus and Tara. Tara's entire family, the Bones, including her wiped out by Voldemort. Remus a social outcast, because of being bitten by a werewolf. He had friends for the first time since his bite, and it had to be us. The group that seems to be targeted by Voldemort.
Frank and Krista. I wouldn't know what happened to them, except I've heard the screams. The death eaters down the hall, screaming. From what I've heard, they were tortured for information. Knowing the death eater's methods, they can be well off.
Dylan and Minerva, Carly and Mundungus. Carly and Dylan, and the rest of their family, the Prewetts, wiped out just like the Bones. No kidding.
So who's left?
Minerva, working at Hogwarts, just like she always wanted to.
Mundungus, he was training to be a doctor at St. Mungo's last time I saw him, but that was so long ago.
Remus, who knows. At least I know he's doing better than me. Nothing's worse than this place.
Arabella. Well, what can I say. I hope she's happy.
So here's a quick recap. Five of us are dead. Two insane. One in Azkaban. Four of us alive.
They say love conquers all.
Friendship lasts forever.
Friendships can be corrupt.
Love will never conquer death.
And what better truth is there but experience.
And everyday he cursed the man that put him here. No wait, he wasn't even worthy of being called a man. He cursed the cowardly rat that ruined the marauder's lives.
It's weird. They say love conquers all.
Ha, is all I can say.
I think, within our group, we were all in love, at one point. Or at least the closest thing there was to love at that age.
They say love conquers all. But they're wrong.
Love doesn't conquer Voldemort.
Love doesn't conquer Death.
Love may be remembered after death, but it will never conquer it.
It was amazing though, how from the first day of school, we all clicked. We had found our group. And within that group, we all had someone. Except Peter, the coward who Hero worshiped us other three Marauders. Sure, we dated outside the group, but in our last two years during Hogwarts, we somehow just paired off. Young love. No one was left out. We double dated all the time, except, there were twelve of us, not four.
We all fell in love, I think. They say a relationship is an ocean, stormy at times, calm at others.
Well, no one could have been prepared for the stormed that rocked our relationships.
Arabella. I even hate to say her name. Yeah, I guess it's shame.
What does she think of me know? One of her best friends, her boyfriend, of over a year. A convicted murderer.
I loved her. I would have spent my life with her.
But what does she think now? I'm a murderer. An insane, mass murderer.
Appealing huh?
But that isn't the worst of our stories.
Lily and James. Well you all know their story. Dead before their fifth wedding anniversary. By Voldemort.
Remus and Tara. Tara's entire family, the Bones, including her wiped out by Voldemort. Remus a social outcast, because of being bitten by a werewolf. He had friends for the first time since his bite, and it had to be us. The group that seems to be targeted by Voldemort.
Frank and Krista. I wouldn't know what happened to them, except I've heard the screams. The death eaters down the hall, screaming. From what I've heard, they were tortured for information. Knowing the death eater's methods, they can be well off.
Dylan and Minerva, Carly and Mundungus. Carly and Dylan, and the rest of their family, the Prewetts, wiped out just like the Bones. No kidding.
So who's left?
Minerva, working at Hogwarts, just like she always wanted to.
Mundungus, he was training to be a doctor at St. Mungo's last time I saw him, but that was so long ago.
Remus, who knows. At least I know he's doing better than me. Nothing's worse than this place.
Arabella. Well, what can I say. I hope she's happy.
So here's a quick recap. Five of us are dead. Two insane. One in Azkaban. Four of us alive.
They say love conquers all.
Friendship lasts forever.
Friendships can be corrupt.
Love will never conquer death.
And what better truth is there but experience.