Closure
A/N: Hey guys, another one-shot inspired by a Tick In Time. This is what happened that night Sirius came into the tower from his point of view.
Sirius climbed the familiar stairs leading to the dormitories on the lookout for anyone coming. Finally this was it. He was going to kill that rat once for all. He had been amused to see Sir Cadogen as the guardian to the tower, he and James had loved messing with that knight but now was not the time for memories. Now was the time to finally avenge his friends for what the traitor had done. He made to the third year room without problem, judging by the remnants of a party downstairs, he assumed everyone was deep asleep. Of course he didn't blame them that was a spectacular victory, Harry had looked just like his father on the broom he, Sirius, gave him. He even saw his godson perform a patronus but couldn't make out the shape, he turned to run the minute he saw the dementors only to realise they were fake in time to see the catch. Sirius ran a hand over the wood of the door, feeling his heart pound with grief in his chest. So many good times, so much lost because of that pathetic rat. He grasped the door handle, willing the tears to wait until he had done what he needed to do for James and Lily. They needed justice more than he needed to grieve. He quietly slipped into the room and found he couldn't remember what bed Crookshanks had told him to go to. He remember the cat said something about the window, well there only two beds on either side of it so he crept up to the first and to his shock saw Harry sleeping in front of him. He wasn't sure why but the sight knocked all the wind out of him. His knees buckled a little and he grabbed the bedpost to stop from falling. The last time he had seen Harry up close like this was a few days before Halloween when they discussed the secret keeper.
Sirius rocked the sleeping infant in his arms, Harry wrinkled his nose adorably in his sleep. Sirius kissed his head lightly, "Sleep well Harry, I'm going to keep you and mummy and daddy safe. Nothing is going to hurt you I promise."
But he failed. He failed James. He failed Lily. He failed Harry. He failed them all. The tears didn't seem to want to wait anymore and flowed down his face. It was all his fault, he had one job and couldn't do it. James had been so uncertain about making Peter the secret keeper but Sirius had insisted that the plan was foolproof. He could still hear James in his head, well if you're sure Sirius, I trust you mate. They trusted the wrong person, him, they should've used Dumbledore, anyone instead of him. Their blood wasn't on his hands directly but the stain seeped through. The sight of their lifeless bodies plagued him day and night even without the dementors. Now he watched his thirteen year old godson sleep unknowing that a death eater was just feet away. No, this time he would not fail him. He owed it to Harry, to James, to Lily, not to fail again. Renewed anger surged through him and he gripped his knife firmly. The swirling images and sounds in his head fueled his fury. That wretch was going to pay and pay dearly. He whirled his blade and shredded the curtain on the next bed.
"ARGHHH NO!"