Walking through an empty house/
Tears in my eyes/
This is where the story ends/
This is goodbye.
Sirius/Hestia
Lily and James' house is clean. Too clean. It was never like that when they were alive – there were always toys spread out across the living room floor, or dishes scattered around the sink, or ash on the floor where someone had flooed in. There's no sound either, except for a rushing silence and the raggedy in, out of her breathing as she walks from room to room, looking, but not quite taking in, all that remains of her of her best friends.
She reaches the bedroom – somewhere she hasn't been since the day she helped them move in. She doesn't want to go in. Her brain tells her not to, but he's never been one to listen to her head. She pushes open the door, trying hard not to think about the person – if you could call him a person- who walked through the door that night. She pushes the thought of an ice white hand blasting open the very same door out of her head. She walks into the room, not thinking, or at least trying not to think of the last time they'd all been together; laughing, joking, gossiping, the boys pulling pranks as she and Lily made dinner.
She still can't believe that Sirius would do that to James, to Lily and to her. She thought that he was better than that, different from Regulus and the rest of his mad family. He was Sirius, the brightest star in the sky, blazing past everything, lighting the way, but he's proved her wrong – Black as name, Black as painted.
This was co-written between me (addicted-to-sugar-quills) and a-trip-to-honeydukes. We did it paragraph about and there will be more stories written like this, in the same format being posted this week. The song lines are from Knowing Me, Knowing You by ABBA