A/N: This is my first story; please criticize me because I want to become a better writer. Thank you for taking the time to read this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way.
She never wanted to do it. But she couldn't help it. She was doing it for him. She didn't want to kill Sirius. She regretted it.
It had been a game to her, to both of them. Without stressful reality hovering right behind them. Before he rose. Before he changed her entire outlook. But even then, it was still a game. And the last one standing would win.
She always won, so why should this be any different?
Because this was the end. Sirius would never be able to get up and laugh and joke with her again. He was dead. Hell, his body didn't even exist anymore!
She couldn't help but feel shock as she watched her dearest cousin fade away. She had killed him. But it wasn't her fault. She always blamed herself, but it had never been her fault. It was because of him. It was his fault. If she had only listened to her cousin and sister, he wouldn't be dead.
She felt the regret as she stepped back and watched Potter run to the archway. She fought back the tears as she realized what she had just done. But then the insanity that had been drilled into her mind while in Azkaban took over. She should be proud. Perhaps he would be pleased. She had gotten rid of the blood-traitor that didn't join the cause. His cause. The one she went to prison for.
But no matter what she told herself, she couldn't fight the guilt that threatened to destroy her.