Listen
by Faded Chapstick
A/N
: Don't ask what was going through my mind. Will continue if I get feedback. Good feedback. Flames are welcome, as long as they make me laugh. I'm always up for some constructive criticism. Short prologue.Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I am not J.K. Rowling. Or am I?
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Open the chipped door. Look behind those dirty and rumpled curtains. You'll see him there.
Step over the shattered glass and past the dusty statue. He is just sitting there. Thinking of what used to be. What could have been.
Him. He... He is Sirius Black. The notorious, most sinister, and utterly horrid man. He.
He.
He is the one who betrayed his friends. The ones who trusted him the most. Or so you think.
Why don't you listen to his story? What? You say you'll never believe the likes of him? Poppycock. Sit down and listen.
"It's alright, Moony, they don't need to listen to me or my story."
"Sirius..."
You must listen to him! Please... I beg of you. Hear me out. Just for a short while? Please?
"Moony..."
Please, don't leave! Just listen! Listen! Can't you hear his heart? His mangled breathes? The way his eyes...
"REMUS! ENOUGH!"
Please... Please listen. You...
You will? Thank you! Thank you so much! You will not go un-rewarded.
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A/N: I told you it was short. O.o Just tell me what you think. Besides the fact that it was short. I don't even know what type of person I wrote this in. Narrative, maybe?