After
I stand over the dead body of Wormtail. I killed him. I killed him in cold blood, no less. The funny thing is that I feel nothing. I don't feel empty, I just don't feel anything. I sneer. This filth thought he could kill me. The look on his face when I sent the Cruciatus Curse at him. The look of suprise and shock. I laugh at the sweet memory of his screams. It's a cold laugh. But then again I don't feel anything right now. I remember little details. Only bits of it. But it's enough to make me laugh. One thing I remember every small detail of is the second before he die. The look of confusion, fear, shock and for some odd reason pride. I conjour a portkey and take him with me. Sirius, you will finally be free. Why did you have to die?
I watch as the Potter boy torture and kill the traitorous rat. He must be enjoying this greatly for it to be felt throught the connection we have. He's become quite powerful these last years. I should have killed him even though I didn't know the prophecy. Now I know. To late I learn it. I tortured one of his best friends in order to get it. But for what? I wouldn't be able to kill Potter. Not with these legs and arms. I'm getting weaker each day. While Potter gets stronger. I feel great sorrow through our connection. The last time I felt this great sorrow from himwas when Bella killed his godfather. A silent tear run down his face. He disappears. I'm to far away to hear if he apparated or portkeyed. He could do both with an extra body. If only he could see his own power. I apparate to my new head quarters. I'll have to make a new plan.
The End