If Black was to die
***I do not own any of the characters. They belong to the wonderful JK Rowling*** I thought I'd write this. It's a bit corny but I'm in a sentimental mood. I thought that if JK Rowling decided to kill Sirius then this could be an idea (maybe with out the green fields and blue sky bit).
There was a high-pitched, cold laughter that entered Sirius Black's ears. Looking up, he saw the face of Lord Voldemort. Whiter than a skull with merciless, wide-red eyes that said you were about to die. He felt his life slipping away slowly. "Voldemort!" Sirius spat, with all the energy he could muster. "Yes, Black, Yes. Any last words before I kill you?" Lord Voldemort asked softly. Sirius was slipping away. He turned his eyes to see a man standing behind Voldemort. A man he knew so well. A man with messy black hair and round glasses. "James," he whispered looking at the man who smiled at him. Voldemort just laughed. There was a flash of green light and Sirius could feel life leaving his body.
When he woke, Sirius found himself lying in a green field with a blue sky over his head. There was a light breeze. He got up slowly, a little confused trying to remember what had happened. "I died," he said simply. "Pad foot," said a familiar voice from behind him. Sirius turned to see a man that he thought he would never see again. He looked behind James and there was Lily standing a little further back smiling gently. "I said we'd meet again, Sirius."
***I do not own any of the characters. They belong to the wonderful JK Rowling*** I thought I'd write this. It's a bit corny but I'm in a sentimental mood. I thought that if JK Rowling decided to kill Sirius then this could be an idea (maybe with out the green fields and blue sky bit).
There was a high-pitched, cold laughter that entered Sirius Black's ears. Looking up, he saw the face of Lord Voldemort. Whiter than a skull with merciless, wide-red eyes that said you were about to die. He felt his life slipping away slowly. "Voldemort!" Sirius spat, with all the energy he could muster. "Yes, Black, Yes. Any last words before I kill you?" Lord Voldemort asked softly. Sirius was slipping away. He turned his eyes to see a man standing behind Voldemort. A man he knew so well. A man with messy black hair and round glasses. "James," he whispered looking at the man who smiled at him. Voldemort just laughed. There was a flash of green light and Sirius could feel life leaving his body.
When he woke, Sirius found himself lying in a green field with a blue sky over his head. There was a light breeze. He got up slowly, a little confused trying to remember what had happened. "I died," he said simply. "Pad foot," said a familiar voice from behind him. Sirius turned to see a man that he thought he would never see again. He looked behind James and there was Lily standing a little further back smiling gently. "I said we'd meet again, Sirius."