Disclaimer: Harry Potter books are J.K. Rowling's, and she better write the following books before I publish my first novel (she has time, then). No copyright infringement is intended. Regretfully, no money is being made from this text.
Also: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic in English.
WARNING: this fic contains BIG, FAT SPOILERS for Order of the Phoenix. If you can read English I don't know why you haven't read it yet, but still. Beware!
And now, R & R!
HE IS...
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"He's dead."
"What?"
"He's dead, Severus."
For a second he just stood there, his mouth hanging open. Then he averted his gaze from those honey-brown eyes, feverish with emotion. It couldn't be a lie: there was too much pain in those eyes.
He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing at all.
Lupin just turned and walked away wordlessly.
It wasn't until a few days later when it struck him, suddenly. The inescapable, blatant, simple truth.
Sirius Black was DEAD. He was no more. He wouldn't be back.
The memories were still there, though. He still remembered clearly the jeers, the harsh laughter, the heat rising in his face and the frustration at not being able to do anything to make it stop. Why should he feel sorry? Black had made school a living hell for him.
The hate was still there, burning a hole in his chest.
But in that case, why?
Why was he feeling so empty now?