When Sirius died a part of me died too.
People told me that it wasn't my fault, but I knew the truth.
I was weak.
Unable to stop Voldemort invade my mind with false images.
People got hurt.
I got hurt.
I lost the one true father figure that i had.
I loved him.
I lost him.
Like everyone else I ever loved.
My love was a disease.
Anyone touched by it ended up suffering.
Love was supposed to win me this war.
But… I'm afraid to love.