Death was cold.
It was a cold day that they paid their last respects to Sirius. The wind was howling, even though it was supposed to be summer.
Tonks felt horrible. It was all her fault. It was all her fault that Sirius was dead. She glanced down at the long, think scar running from her thumb, past her wrist. The only injury she had sustained in the battle was a measly scar.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair on anybody.
She glanced to her left. Remus wouldn't look at her. He wasn't talking to her. He was ignoring her completely.
She knew she deserved it.
Sirius shouldn't have died. If anyone, it should have been her.