November The Second
An hysterical laugh hears through the flying dust, water sound and wreckage. When it dissipates, a crater of 20 meters of diameter covers the street and sidewalk appears. Dispersed, twelve corpses of women, men and children are seen laying on the cement floor in odd poses.
Thanks to the explosion, the sewers broke and water is gushing along with all kinds of rats who are running to found a new refuge to hide themselves.
In the middle of the crater, right in the center, in front of a bloody cloak and a cutted finger, a young man is standing with his palms looking at the sky and his face contorted with pain, laughing maniacally.
It sounds as fear. It sounds as rage. As incredulity. It sounds as hate. As vengeance.
Sirius Black falls on his knees over the rests of cement that dig into his jeans all muddy and damp. His torso follows the course of his legs, only to be stopped by his hands that detain his face from embedding on a shattered glass.
He keeps laughing as if nothing had happened, but a single tear trickles and hits the floor.
A gash goes through the start of his forehead 'till just below the left cheekbone; blood droplets fall and slip, but he ignores all physical pain and keeps on laughing. He laughs with the hope of empty himself. Because he just can't believe whats going on.
Because Peter escaped and all that he left him with, is more death.
A pinch of vengeance is flaming and urges him to laugh. Because everything seems like the most horrible, fucking nightmare he ever had and Sirius just wants to wake up.
Quickly, he hears many "plops" and he recognize them as apparitions.
"People of the Ministry" he guesses.
He raise his face and sees a short man with a big bowler hat and a horrified expression. But Sirius laughs until two pair of strong hands grabs him by the armpits, and puts him up to a standing position. The two wizards try to hold him still as he tries to let go. Without losing a bit, the one on Sirius' right side, probably an auror around his mid thirties, extends his hand to grab his wand, but the man looks at him, threateningly:
"Try it, and you'll lose your hand"
The man sees in Sirius' eyes that he has nothing to lose. Not anymore.