That Was When I Died

He laughed.

He laughed when the Aurors took him, laughed like a madman. The man I loved was going to Azkaban. No, no, no. In such a short time my life had gone from perfect to my own personal hell. Oh, no.

Pettigrew. A name that was on his lips so much after…James and Lily…

Sirius was beside himself. Peter, Peter, Peter, was all he would think about. He wouldn't talk to me, share what was bothering him like he used to. Everything had changed. He never told me why he wanted Pettigrew. He didn't care about anything else.

He had less and less time for me. For his love, or so I thought. And then there was that terrible day when he found Peter—he'd seen him round a corner, right out our window—it was terrible. There was a fire in his eyes as he kissed me passionately and whispered, "I'm going to kill him."

He rushed out the door of our flat, and I followed, screaming. "No—no!"

But he did anyway. And he laughed.

He laughed as they took him to Azkaban and he smiled for his prison picture, which was in the papers the next day. He laughed like a madman.

I died that day, essentially. My reason for living was taken from me. I was just a body, moving through life…

He laughed

That was when I died…