AN I thought of this on the way home, in pouring rain (typical British weather). I thought that I would try and convey his emotions as best as I could. Also the speech is from their time at Hogwarts.
They say that rain is Angels tears, and that they are crying for someone who has departed this world before their time. I have had many a rainy day in my life.
I walked round the corner to the house my warm breath making a column of steam, the second story of the small house was blown away and the door broken from its hinges. There was a deathly silence in the place, nothing moved. I walked up the path, treading the steps of the enemy, to the door shaped space and entered. My heart stopped.
"James look at Sniverlous today. Rubbed anymore grease in your hair today?"
"You could fry an egg on that lot" he laughed, making his smile broaden and his glasses lift up off his nose.
My friend, the only one who had ever been there for me, who understood me and who I was, lay crumpled at the foot of the stairs, his glasses askew. He looked like he was sleeping, but he couldn't have been, he was not breathing. A lump built in my throat. I moved to his limp and lifeless body, I touched his hand, it was stone cold. My breath caught in my throat. I shifted him so that his back was rested against the wall, so that I could climb the stairs.
I walked round the upper floor and came to the room; a strong breeze was blowing through the place. She was there, her red locks falling round her face and her eyes open wide in shock. She was lead out on the floor, arms wide as if to embrace her love or to protect. My little sister was gone, she would no longer shout at me. I slid her eyes shut with my fingers, not bearing to see her eyes any longer.
"Sirius Black you are a pig headed moron and you deserved to be hexed" she shouted at me her face going red slightly and her green eyes burning with fury.
"It's just the way I am, Lily can't help it, comes with the genetics"
I moved to the cot, I imagined a small dead child, his green eyes like hers glazed over. But he was there, his bottom lip trembling but not making a sound. On his forehead he bore the scar of what had happened, a lightning bolt, which would mark him for life and as the Dark Lords equal. I reached for him and pulled him close to comfort him. He soon fell asleep, he was sure with me.
I sent my pratronas to Dumbledore, although I knew he would already know. The pain in my chest was building, and engulfing everything I was, eating away at my sanity. I had to leave. I placed the child I knew so well back into his cot and placed a farewell kiss on his small hand, and departed the house, changing as I went, the blackness of the night swallowing me like the pain in my heart.
I have never believed in Angels, but I knew that it would rain that day and the next, for the Angels weep most when the innocent fall. And that the poor child would have, many a rainy day in his life.
AN so what did you think?
When I read it through the first time it actually bought a tear to my eye.
Let me know.
Hermionniny9