Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
I was rash.
I was selfish.
I disappointed Harry.
I died.
Death is a weird feeling. At first it's like falling asleep. But you know you'll never wake up again. You regret things. And you want to cry for that boy who's still calling your name in a land far, far away now. But you can't because you're not solid anymore and you can't produce tears. You want to take back the time and put your fist in your stupid mouth, stop yourself from telling Harry he's not as similar to his father as you thought. You want to take back the time and hug the boy when you first saw him at the Grimmauld Place. You want to take back the time and tell Harry what was in the package you gave, so he could contact you and wouldn't have to believe Kreacher's lies. But you can't do that either.
Harry? Oh, Harry can you hear me? I'm sorry Harry, I'm sorry I left you. I'm sorry I died Harry, I didn't mean to. It was an accident, I swear. Hear me Harry, please hear me. I can still see you. I know what's going on in your life. I'm fine Harry, I'm fine and you'll be fine too. Move on Harry please, move on. Don't suffocate in your pain Harry, not for me. I'm not worth it believe me. I'm so sorry. Move on Harry, move on. Save him Remus, save my godson. Save my boy. Harry? Harry!
Can you hear me?
You hear something crashing and you see a boy from above. A yell:
"THEN-I-DON'T-WANT-TO-BE-HUMAN!"
So you can't hear me Harry.
So thanks a lot to anyone who read. I would really appreciate it if you reviewed. Any criticism will be appreciated and will be taken as constructive criticism as long as it has a reason. This probably won't be my only story about Sirius' death. This IS a one-shot however I can't really get over many deaths in the story and Sirius is probably the worst one of them. And Fred.
Also, about my other story The Photo I deleted it because I had made an essential mistake. So, real sorry to people who reviewed. It still meant a lot. Again thanks for reading this.