Summary: A sad and slightly sappy fic of Lyria's thoughts on Sirius and
Sirius'
thoughts on Lyria a few years after Sirius goes to Azkaban.
Disclaimer: It belongs to J.K.R. Just in case you weren't sure.
A/N: Please please please read some of my other HP fics!! Lyria debuts in
Before They Were Legends. I promise it's not as sappy as this; I've been
told it's rather funny. And, while you're online, look up the songs 'Not A
Day Goes By' by Lone Star and 'Waiting For Me' by Tracy Chapman!!
Not A Day Goes By
If anyone asks, I always say I'm doing fine—that I've moved on—but the truth is, not a day passes that I don't think of you. Even after all this time, you're still with me. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but there it is.
Every day I go about life as usual, but of course I notice the pitying looks—I'm not blind. Poor thing, engaged to him and everything. No one expected that, that's for sure. Such a nice boy, and a lovely girl. They should have a little family of their own by now. And all that time, he was working for You-Know-Who. Such a shame.
What a bloody waste.
I still wear your ring, you know. Of course not. You don't know—you're locked up in Azkaban with the other Death Eaters and murderers.
My God, Sirius, did you really kill all those innocent people? How could you have, without me suspecting a thing?
I can't believe it. I won't believe it.
But damnit, it's hard.
They didn't even give you a trial. Damn Crouch, just had you thrown away like yesterday's trash. I remember that day well. I reported for duty like I did every day—I was still trying to go through the motions as my life fell apart around me. I knew something was wrong when I walked in and Crouch and Alastor Moody were waiting to meet me. The words sickened me. They still do.
"He's not getting a trial. He doesn't deserve a trial."
They're wrong.
I just hope that someday I get the chance to prove your innocence to everyone—perhaps even myself. Maybe then we'll wind up with the nice little family everyone expected us to have when you proposed to me the night of James & Lily's wedding.
It would be wonderful to be in your arms again. I used to think all my journeys would end there. Maybe they will.
But until then, just know that not a day goes by that I don't think of you.
thoughts on Lyria a few years after Sirius goes to Azkaban.
Disclaimer: It belongs to J.K.R. Just in case you weren't sure.
A/N: Please please please read some of my other HP fics!! Lyria debuts in
Before They Were Legends. I promise it's not as sappy as this; I've been
told it's rather funny. And, while you're online, look up the songs 'Not A
Day Goes By' by Lone Star and 'Waiting For Me' by Tracy Chapman!!
Not A Day Goes By
If anyone asks, I always say I'm doing fine—that I've moved on—but the truth is, not a day passes that I don't think of you. Even after all this time, you're still with me. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but there it is.
Every day I go about life as usual, but of course I notice the pitying looks—I'm not blind. Poor thing, engaged to him and everything. No one expected that, that's for sure. Such a nice boy, and a lovely girl. They should have a little family of their own by now. And all that time, he was working for You-Know-Who. Such a shame.
What a bloody waste.
I still wear your ring, you know. Of course not. You don't know—you're locked up in Azkaban with the other Death Eaters and murderers.
My God, Sirius, did you really kill all those innocent people? How could you have, without me suspecting a thing?
I can't believe it. I won't believe it.
But damnit, it's hard.
They didn't even give you a trial. Damn Crouch, just had you thrown away like yesterday's trash. I remember that day well. I reported for duty like I did every day—I was still trying to go through the motions as my life fell apart around me. I knew something was wrong when I walked in and Crouch and Alastor Moody were waiting to meet me. The words sickened me. They still do.
"He's not getting a trial. He doesn't deserve a trial."
They're wrong.
I just hope that someday I get the chance to prove your innocence to everyone—perhaps even myself. Maybe then we'll wind up with the nice little family everyone expected us to have when you proposed to me the night of James & Lily's wedding.
It would be wonderful to be in your arms again. I used to think all my journeys would end there. Maybe they will.
But until then, just know that not a day goes by that I don't think of you.