"NO!" I could faintly hear Harry's screams somewhere in the background, justly barely, barely audible to my ears.
It hurt. I felt my heart tear into thousands of pieces, the pain it brought was almost too much for me to bear.
Just now, the empty, hollow, and lonely smile that would be his last face…
I felt my head becoming blank at that smile. I couldn't think of anything, my brain refused to think.
I felt empty, as if the life I had been living now, all the work I was doing had been in vain.
And I hated myself. I loathed myself for being who I was. For being someone who couldn't even protect his last friend.
The pain in my chest, in my heart. I could feel nothing except the sadness, tge pain, and the despair coursing through my body.
No other sound reached my ears; no other sight met my eyes.
It was as if I was alone in this world, just me and my friend.
Just my best friend, the last of all my friends….. He-who had turned into a cold corpse at the hands of his cousin-, was slowly, very slowly leaving this world.
But the reality is not like that.
There is Harry, who is feeling this same heart wrenching grief.
Harry, who has lost his judgment and sense of logic because of the grief and pain.
Harry wants to go after him now; he doesn't want to believe that the precious little time he had with his godfather is over.
And he wants revenge on the murderer Bellatrix, who had sent a cold sneer his way. But I cannot let him do that.
The conversation between him and me a few days ago-probably one of the last conversations we had- suddenly jolts in my memory.
"Remus?"
"Hmm?"
"Even if I am no longer here in this world,"
"It'd be better if you did not go around saying those unlucky things, you know."
"Yes, I know. But if I happen to die first, I want you to protect Harry with your life, as I did and would have done."
Alost unconsciously, I stop Harry from running after Bellatrix.
Harry's mind that is dying to get revenge.
How he doesn't want to acknowledge his death.
I am feeling all those emotions as well.
But I cannot hide the terrible and sad fact that he is no longer here with us, no mater how much I want to deny it.
And that is why I am stopping Harry.
If I don't hold him back, Harry will die.
To make sure that his death wasn't in vain...
I am stopping Harry Potter, the boy who he had wanted to protect by even sacrificing his own life in the process.
For him, for the world, for us all, I hold Harry back.
But Harry soon gets away from my grip and goes after Bellatrix.
This time, I no longer hold him back; I let him go because I know how huge the grief of losing someone important to you is…..
I fall to my knees to the floor of the empty Ministry.
I feel tears run down my face, the first in 15 years.
The tears fall, mixed tears of grief and hurt.
I can suddenly see him smiling brightly, the familiar smile of our Hogwart days, with his tie that had long since escaped from its knot and the top button always missing.
One of my closest friends, and the friend who had always been by my side fully knowng what I was.
The last friend of my school days.
Padfoot, Sirius Black.
Today, he left this world.
A/N This just randomnly popped into my head after watching the 5th Harry Potter movie...It was soo sad.. Sirius Black we'll always remember you!
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