A/N So I was listining to Bridge to the other side by Oliver Boyd and the Remeberalls, got myself upset and got the idea for this fanfic. Enjoy!
He couldn't stop crying. Every time he tried to stop his tears became more frequent. He could barely stand up, doubled over in not physical, but emotional agony . Never in his life had he felt so much pain. Nothing not even the cruciatis curse could top what he was feeling now.
The man had been like a father to him and now he was gone. Dead. All because of Bellatrix.
He slowly stopped his tears, another thought on is mind. Revenge. She would pay. An eye for an eye. He would hurt her as much as he was hurting now, even if it was the last thing he did.
'Then again' he thought as a haunting thought struck him 'will it make me happy? Revenge? I would still be without Sirius. Do I really want to continue living? Without the person I hold dearest?' He pondered that thought for a moment.
Did he really just contemplate suicide?
Dumbledore wouldn't like that. But then he relised that, yes if it ment he could see Sirius again, he would do it. He truly loved him.
He would walk a thousand miles just to spend one minute with his godfather.
He wished he could build a bridge to the other side of the veil to see him. But...he couldn't. It was impossible to do that. And it wouldn't matter how far he walked he still wouldn't get to see his godfather. And dying was out of the question.
The proficy. That danm glass ball started all of this. If there was no proficy Sirius wouldn't have died.
And now they excpected him to be the 'chosen one'.
He snorted. He really was a toy to them, something they could pick up when they needed it and throw away when they were done.
Or maybe a weapon was a more appropriate word.
He started to sob again. This year couldn't get any worse. The two way mirror didn't help either when he found it. He didn't know what he expected really. Sirius face to appear?
If the situation wasen't so depressing he would have laughed. All he saw was his reflection. No use to him.
Yet...he still kept it. He couldn't bring himself to throw it out.
Well if Sirius was up there with his parents he hoped he was having a good time.
He hoped he was happy.
And he wanted him to know this;
'Sirius I'm seriously missing you.'