A Sirius Song Fic
For everyone who has ever cried at the end of Book V.
I'm so tired of being here.
Suppressed by all of my childish fears,
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave.
Because your presence still lingers here,
And it won't leave me alone.
Remus looked around the old house at number 13. It had always seemed so
empty, and he did not even seem to notice that Mrs. Black was screaming at
the top of her lungs until Molly finally came running in and scolded him
for not keeping a better watch. She never scolded him too much since she
knew what he must have been going through. They all knew the dangers of
fighting against Voldemort. Sirius had known them as well as everyone else,
and still followed them to the Ministry that night. Remus now seemed to
spend a lot of his time either looking out the windows or wandering around
the house in a daze. Everyone thought that perhaps they should just give
him some time. He was the only one of the Marauders left.
These wounds won't seem to heal.
This pain is just too real.
There's just too much
That time cannot erase.
When you cried,
I'd wipe away all of your tears.
When you'd scream,
I'd fight away all of your fears.
And I've held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me.
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light,
But now I'm bound by the life you left behind.
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams.
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me.
The Dursleys had even noticed the change that Harry seemed to be going
through. He had stayed up in his room through most of the summer, which did
leave them free to deal with Dudley's problems with the police. Of course
they did not ask him why he was extremely depressed because he was quite
more agreeable this way. Harry had not even gotten to any of his essays and
many of his letters from Ron, Hermione and Hagrid had gone unanswered for
weeks at a time, and sat idly on the table. They also seemed to have found
that the best way to deal with this was to let him work things out on his
own. Harry had never been the best at working things out on his own.
These wounds won't seem to heal.
This pain is just too real.
There's just too much
That time cannot erase.
When you cried,
I'd wipe away all of your tears.
When you'd scream,
I'd fight away all of your fears.
And I've held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me.
The entire of the Order of the Phoenix could easily feel the hole that was
left at the table at meetings. Yes, they were getting a new member a week
just about, but nothing was ever quite the same without Molly's nagging him
over the way he acted with Harry and how he should be more responsible. In
some ways, it was even odder keeping the Headquarters at the Black house
because every little thing seemed to have memories of him. Kreatcher had
already been kicked out for good, as many blamed him for Sirius' death, but
it was likely the Malfoy family would take him in. One less thing to worry
about really, and yet more threats hung on the horizon.
I've tried so hard to tell myself
That you're gone,
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all along.
Author Note: A bit of a prologue for my sixth year fic as well. Review if
you would kindly do so.
For everyone who has ever cried at the end of Book V.
I'm so tired of being here.
Suppressed by all of my childish fears,
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave.
Because your presence still lingers here,
And it won't leave me alone.
Remus looked around the old house at number 13. It had always seemed so
empty, and he did not even seem to notice that Mrs. Black was screaming at
the top of her lungs until Molly finally came running in and scolded him
for not keeping a better watch. She never scolded him too much since she
knew what he must have been going through. They all knew the dangers of
fighting against Voldemort. Sirius had known them as well as everyone else,
and still followed them to the Ministry that night. Remus now seemed to
spend a lot of his time either looking out the windows or wandering around
the house in a daze. Everyone thought that perhaps they should just give
him some time. He was the only one of the Marauders left.
These wounds won't seem to heal.
This pain is just too real.
There's just too much
That time cannot erase.
When you cried,
I'd wipe away all of your tears.
When you'd scream,
I'd fight away all of your fears.
And I've held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me.
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light,
But now I'm bound by the life you left behind.
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams.
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me.
The Dursleys had even noticed the change that Harry seemed to be going
through. He had stayed up in his room through most of the summer, which did
leave them free to deal with Dudley's problems with the police. Of course
they did not ask him why he was extremely depressed because he was quite
more agreeable this way. Harry had not even gotten to any of his essays and
many of his letters from Ron, Hermione and Hagrid had gone unanswered for
weeks at a time, and sat idly on the table. They also seemed to have found
that the best way to deal with this was to let him work things out on his
own. Harry had never been the best at working things out on his own.
These wounds won't seem to heal.
This pain is just too real.
There's just too much
That time cannot erase.
When you cried,
I'd wipe away all of your tears.
When you'd scream,
I'd fight away all of your fears.
And I've held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me.
The entire of the Order of the Phoenix could easily feel the hole that was
left at the table at meetings. Yes, they were getting a new member a week
just about, but nothing was ever quite the same without Molly's nagging him
over the way he acted with Harry and how he should be more responsible. In
some ways, it was even odder keeping the Headquarters at the Black house
because every little thing seemed to have memories of him. Kreatcher had
already been kicked out for good, as many blamed him for Sirius' death, but
it was likely the Malfoy family would take him in. One less thing to worry
about really, and yet more threats hung on the horizon.
I've tried so hard to tell myself
That you're gone,
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all along.
Author Note: A bit of a prologue for my sixth year fic as well. Review if
you would kindly do so.