Title obviously changed from "A Black" to "Romeo, Juliet and Paris". This part is a prologue...
Worth Being A Hero
Contrary to popular belief, I loved my brother more than everything else in the world.
Well, not everything. Obviously not everything. For, if I had loved Sirius as I should have, perhaps I'd be with him now, by his side as the brother he rightfully deserved. Not here as I feel rough, slimy hands scratch at me, dragging me lower down into the darkness as my sight blurs and the world turns black.
So many regrets, I think as my mind reacts to my body. I'm so tired. So tired of all of this, putting up with all the misery and death and heartache. I've never fought for anything in my life, perhaps this could make up for it. This 'heroic' death. I'm comforted by knowing that perhaps, if they'd known, they'd be proud of me. I stop struggling and let them drag me down, as any hope of an undeserved rescue fades away as quickly as the glow of the surface.
My last thoughts are filled with my memories. Of her beautiful eyes, disappointment and heartbreak evident in them...and love. So much love I never deserved from someone so genuinely good.
Water surges down my throat, as I see Sirius's stormy grey eyes, scalding me as I watch them fade from anger and disgust, to sheer bitter agony. Something my brother never deserved to be caused by me, no matter how he hurt me over the years.
My fault. All my fault.
His eyes. So like my own, I pray with every fiber of my being, in these last moments, they will never be like mine. Maybe, he won't have to live what I have because of what I've accomplished today.
One more step to a better world for him. For Sirius and my love, too.
As my world fades into darkness, I manage a smile.
They were worth this.
The "they" is Marlene and Sirius. The "His" is a mysteryyyyyyy.