Summery: What Harry thinks of Sirius's death. Rating: properly a K+ but going to go T in case. Warning: May make you a bit depressed. Disclaimer: I don't own these characters J.K Rowling does, I only own the story
I remember his laugh, I remember his smile, hell I even remember his smell. I remember how it was earthy and rich; I remember that whenever I smelt him the first thought that came to mind was 'home.' I remember that whenever he smiled everyone else did as well. I remember that his eyes would always sparkle when he saw me, like I was the Christmas present that he had asked Santa for, for his whole life.
But I also remember how hallow and broken he looked the first time I meet him, I hardly knew him but I seemed to be his Life line. I remember how he would pace around Grimmauld place like a caged beast, how his eyes would darken at the unwanted memories that plagued him.
He said I had my mothers' eye and my fathers' looks, but I think that just hurt him more, I think it just reminded him of what he'd lost.
I should have thought twice about rushing over to the Ministry of Magic, but if I did I wouldn't be a Gryffindor now would I? I remember how he fought like it was all a game, cops and robbers, just take out the bad guys and everything would be fine.
I remember how suddenly everything wasn't fine; I remember when the game changed. One moment it was get the baddies, nice and simple, and then the next it was hide and stay hidden.
I remember how he was child like and children are good at playing games, aren't they? Even if their not, which I'm sure they are, he's good at playing games. I know this because I still can't find him. I'm just waiting for him to jump out and yell "Peek-a-boo."
Sorry If it's a bit depressing or not very good, it's sort of what I'm feeling now though. Anyway don't want to go all emo on you (no offence) have a great day or night or whatever. 3