From her lips escapes a noise, An exhale, that is all to similar to a sigh.
It's her last breath, he's sure of it, because the fingers holding tightly to his robes are loosening. But in her always defiant manner, she looks up at him and smiles.
"I'm going to go to sleep now."
Then, it happens. She closes her brown eyes and her fingers loosen and fall and she slips away through his fingers.
He doesn't let go for a while. He sits there, wailing in agony and despair, Clutching her now lifeless form to his chest and rocking back and forth.
He cradles her cold body, begging her to come back. When Remus finds him, he's still crying and shouting and begging.
When Remus finally Pries Sirius away from her and calls for authorities her sits Sirius down and tries to make sense of what happened.
But Sirius Doesn't speak, he just stares and stares ahead of him past Remus and out the window.
When he does finally speak it's a whisper. "Why Her, Mooney? Why Anna?"
Remus hears the agony in the question, the true words hidden and twisted "Why not me?"
That's when Remus realizes Sirius Black is a broken man.
He feels it before he hears it. The anguish inside him explodes, and he is a mess, clutching James broken body like he had Hers not so long ago.
He half realizes Harry isn't here any longer, or that Lily lies in Harry's nursery, Branded forever as a saint and the perfect mother because she died like most any other mother would.
He's to busy crying over his best friends body and hoping that it felt like falling asleep, because that's what they look like they could be, Sleeping.
It's many years later that Sirius himself slips through the veil, into the warm arms of the only girl he ever loved. He listens to his Godson calling his name but the only thing that goes through his head is how tired he is, and how it would be nice to go to sleep.
It's lavish where he is, Sweet and calm and James and Lily are there, smiling. And someone's arms are wrapped around him, cradling him, comforting him. It's the reunion of lovers dead, friends departed, and a beauty he can not describe.
He's being called, Harry is calling them, all of them, and he takes her by the hand as they go to the boy.
He doesn't ask who she is, but he nods to acknowledge her.
"What's it like?"
Sirius is half aware that he is a ghost here, and he is gripping her hand and she smiles sadly at the worn beyond his time boy in front of them.
"Just like falling asleep." He promises.