A/N: Written for an LJ community challenge "defeat". I will reply to every review. Concrit is treasured.
"Sirius, it wasn't—"
"Don't".
Sirius throws his Beater's bat on the ground. His shoulders are hunched as he looks after the retreating backs of the Slytherins, silver-green flags high in the air. Behind them, dejectedly, the Gryffindors. James at the end. James…
Remus tries again. "Look, they know you didn't do that on purpose."
"Moony, I've just lost our battle. It was entirely my fault. You have no idea what it feels like."
"I might. I lose a battle every month."
Sirius looks up and his eyes widen.
"Moony, I'm—"
"It's okay." A smile. "Come on, let's go."