A/N Year: 2
House: Ravenclaw
Category: Drabble
Prompt: [Colour] Black
Word count: 96
Sirius Black always assumed dying would be painful, and had his brain had the chance to register anything, it probably would have been. But he never got the chance to find out before the black, necrotic energy from the wand of Bellatrix Lestrange hit him beyond the dark and shrouding veil.
He never heard Harry's cries, nor the maniacal laughter of his murderer. He didn't see who won the battle, or even if there even was a winner at all.
He was just there, and then not, and everything that was Sirius simply faded into black.