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AN: This idea literally just popped into my head, and most of you who are writers know that once you get an idea it is virtually impossible to stop thinking about it, hence I decided to write a chapter. If you people like it and give me at least 3 reviews I shall continue the story. If you don't then I won't continue it, this is just to see if I get a good response to this whole idea. If you don't like the story there is no need to post hateful and mean comments, simply don't read it. I hope you enjoy it. Read and review.

The End

Unfortunately my friends, we are doomed to start our story at the end, at a tragic end. An end that promises only sorrow and tragedy.

He was desolate, he was dead, he did not exist, he had died with her. There was no more life for him, his only comfort the grave, where he would be reunited with his love, with his everything. He couldn't fathom life without her, without her smiles, without her laughter, without her love, without her need to be kind to every soul whether they deserved it or not. He couldn't survive without her. It was as simple as that, he would not survive. Everyone was sure of it. That was why he was sitting in Professor McGonagall's office at that very moment, probably to be dissuaded from committing suicide. She was concerned about him, but he could also tell she was depressed by her death too. Everyone was. The professor sat at her desk looking at him anxiously, like he would explode if he weren't handled with care, like he was a loose cannon. Which he was. He'd always been a loose cannon. She fiddled with a pen, a sure sign of stress.

"You killed her."

"NO! I didn't! It wasn't my fault! I didn't kill her! I'd never let ANYTHING happen to her! You HAVE to believe me! Please! I did-"

"This is your fault. She's dead because of you."

"Sirius NO! You KNOW I loved her I-"

"And your love killed her. This is all because of you."

The conversation replayed itself in Sirius' head over and over again. There wasn't a moment when he didn't hear it, not a moment when it wasn't there. It had embedded itself in the very core of his soul, drenching him of life. Constantly, that conversation went on, and endless loop of despair. He didn't know why he heard it everywhere, but he could imagine it was a reminder that two things had died that day. Two things that would never be there again. Two things that he had loved in some way.

"Sirius." Said Professor McGonagall quietly. He looked up, face devoid of expression. "We need to talk about it." She placed what was supposed to be a consoling arm on his shoulder, but it just added to the weight his body was bearing from his already broken heart.

"I don't want to talk about it. There is nothing to talk about, you already know what happened Professor." He couldn't say it again. He'd never say it, he'd keep it locked up in his chest, and he'd bottle it up. If he reopened that topic, he'd surely die. But would that be such a bad thing? Death was surely better than being on this planet without her.

"We need to talk about it for your sake. If you talk about it, it will help you deal with it. Help you get over the trauma." She said kindly.

Trauma. So that was what he was feeling. That all consuming grief and anger and pain mixed into one apparently had a name. Deal with it? How could you possibly deal with the fact that she had died? All he wanted to do was erase his memory forget about it, be told that she had gone away on holiday. But he actually didn't. He never wanted to forget about her. He never wanted to "deal" with it, he wanted it to remain with him, he wanted to take his tale to the grave.

"I don't want to get over the trauma." He said blankly. "I want to keep it with me for the rest of my life. I deserve it."

"Come Sirius, don't say such things. It wasn't your fault-"

"No it wasn't." he snapped. "But I knew who's fault it was, and I should have been able to stop it from happening. I knew what was going on but I let it go on."

Professor McGonagall looked slightly taken aback but she once again placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"I have an idea." She said slowly. Sirius looked up at her expressionless. "Why don't you tell me about her since the day you met her, till the day she-, till yesterday. I believe it'll make it easier for you."

"Talking about her will never be easy." He said firmly.

"Please Sirius, you'll have to talk about it someday."

"Tomorrow is someday, day after tomorrow is someday, a few years from now is someday. I'm sorry Professor, but I just can't talk about it."

"I thought you might say that." Sighing deeply Professor McGonagall turned to the door of her office and softly said, "Come in."

A Lily with red eyes from crying, depressed James and Remus entered the office quietly. They sat down next to Sirius who was confused.

"What are they doing here?" he asked.

"I thought it would be easier talking about it with your friends Sirius."

But his friends looked in no shape to talk about it. At the mention of the subject fresh tears sprang to Lily's eyes and she buried herself into a dejected looking James. Remus sat looking tired and distant, even though the Full Moon wasn't upon them. Lily spoke up.

"You have to tell her Sirius." She whispered. "For her sake, tell Professor McGonagall. We all need to hear it."

"But Li-" Sirius began to protest.

"No Sirius." Remus interrupted. "Lily's right, we can't tarnish her memory by not telling what happened. You have to say it. We'll help you tell the story."

A bleary-eyed James and Lily nodded encouragingly and offered a weak smile. Remus thumped his back lightly and Sirius sighed.

And he began.

"I met Grace Vandor in the summer before 6th year, before I ran away. I knew at once that I loved her… and I should have anticipated, that my brother, felt very much the same way.

"And that he was prepared to do anything, to win her over."

AN: So if you think I should continue please leave a review! I appreciate constructive criticism but please no hateful comments. Thanks!