I will never forgive you.

The rest of the Wizarding World is celebrating today. They celebrate the destruction of an enemy. I am mourning the discovery of one.

How could it be you? You, who defied your family at 16? You, who came to me in the night for comfort? You, who worked for years to slightly lessen the pain of my transformations? You, who loved me?

You destroyed everyone who loved you yesterday. James, who was the brother of your heart. Harry, whose laugh, mingled with yours, still rings in my ears. And Peter, who showed nothing but awe and admiration for you.

Was I next, Sirius? I, who saw the beauty in you when no one else did? I, who knew you better than anyone in the world (or so I thought)? I, who loved you?

I'll never know the answers to these questions because I will never speak to you again. I cannot. I will never forgive you. I will never forget.

And I will never stop loving you.