Lucky's Girl- Hey Everyone! Alright so this is our second official story on our co-author account! It was all angel's idea, so GO HER!!!! It is basically about various moments in Sirius's life that made him who he is today, or was *cries*. It isn't really going to go in any order, so it will be a surprise the whole time! Enjoy!


To Sirius everything had been numb to him since they had taken him in. Everything passed by without him thinking about it. He didn't act, he just did what his body naturally told him to do. Nothing was anything and anything that happened was nothing to him. Not since he had seen James. He turned his thoughts away from the image of the dead cold laugh-less eyes of his friend. The same hazel eyes that had once been dancing with joy at the sight of his newborn son, had been orbs of campassion when Sirius ran away, had shone through Sirius's darkest hours to make him laugh again and again. He would never laugh again. Not in the same carefree way he had with James so many times. Never again.

He looked in front of him to the armed aurors surrounding him. Most of whom he had called friends, his colleagues now escorting him to hell. He looked at Kingsley the most, did he actually believe this? Did he actually believe that Sirius, after all these years, could ever do something like this to his beloved friend, to James? He felt the pain slam into his heart at the thought of him and Lily in the rubble. He felt the tear slid down his cheek as Kingsley looked over to him, a weird look in his eye. How had the life they had all envisioned been destroyed so quickly?

He turned to stare at Kingsley, silently screaming that this must be a dream, but Kingsley turned away from him. He did believe that Sirius could do this, he did. If he did, one who had worked side by side again and again with James and him, who had watched them save the others lives thousands of times, if he believed it what stopped the rest of the world from believing the delicate lie Peter had woven? His mind roamed to one that he hoped didn't believe it. He hoped that, out of every person in the world, Remus didn't believe it. Even more than Fudge who could stop him from where he was going and give him a trial. He didn't want Remus, his last friend left in the world to believe it too.

He looked up, suddenly feeling the numbness flee before the sight before him. He was walking towards Azkaban. He had done it many times before but each time he and James left together and got a drink to warm up from the coldness the Dementors presented. He closed his eyes breathing in what might be his last free breath, but it wasn't free. No. His breath would never be free again. He would never laugh and cry with his friend. He would never pull a prank to make him mad or ever feel the warming glow of love. His family was dead. He was dead.


Author's note- Thanks for reading and we hope you liked it!!!! We know it is chort, but as Angel pointed otu it reallyshows how short Sirius's happiness was. Poor Sirius!!! Please review if you get the chance! Thanks for reading!