I don't really know where this came from, just sort of a spur of the moment writing. It's short and plotless, probably a piece of garbage.with that in mind, enjoy!

Disclaimer: If any particle of the Harry Potter series belonged to me, you can trust me that that particle would have been used to prevent the death of a certain much beloved character.

Be forewarned, there are spoilers for the fifth book within the next few paragraphs.

Silence

All there is now is silence. Stretching through this ancient and most noble house, through its musky, haunted corridors. Everything seems, if possible, to have grown yet gloomier.an evil, black house turned even blacker in misery.

Is it possible that this hall was once lit with Christmas cheer, with holly and ornaments, with your merry voice? Is it possible that this room once held a rejoicing family, ecstatic at the news that their father was going to be okay? A family, that you of course hosted.that you welcomed, as you welcomed all of us. Even though you hated - you loathed - this house, and all the painful memories it brought. Even though you detested us, for being able to help the Order, while you were forced to remain, pointlessly in your eyes, in this dreadful house.

Even though you despised your own life. So are you happier now? Tell me, Sirius, do you see now, that you should have stayed. Stayed, even if it was at the worst of houses, if just so that now, you could be longer with me.

At times, I hate you. You were so reckless, so arrogant! And with your death, you brought more pain then I could ever have imagined, more pain than I could deal with, more than I was allowed to. Because I still have a job to do, a job that you gave up. That you abandoned! Just like you abandoned us. At times I think that this may have been what you wanted all along: for us to realize that we did need you all along, for us to realize that we cannot carry on without you.

But then I realize I am being ridiculous. I am only hating you to avoid hating myself. Because there should have been some way I could have prevented this from happening, there had to have been. If I had somehow made you listen.But don't you see, this is what we are all doing. We all feel it is, in one way or another, our fault. When it isn't, it is yours!

And so I go in circles. And with each loop, you seem farther away; with each loop, the pain inside me swells, filling me, banishing all other senses of duty, safety.left is only the empty emotion of loss, and yet

With each loop, I love you more.

All there is now is silence. But if you listen, there are echoes too. Echoes that stand as a reminder of happier times.echoes that stand as a promise of happier times to come.

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Well.there you have it. I know, it was ridiculously short, but I wasn't sure what else to add in. I'm not sure whose perspective it was written from; pretty much anyone would work, though I think it would be more how Lupin felt, than, say Harry. I personally feel we should see more of Lupin angst in the next book.but that's probably only cuz he's my (new) favorite character. Reviews are still much appreciated!