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Warning: Nothing much. No spoilers that I know of, a bit angsty, but what isn't these days?
This is my second piece of ever. Written one night when I was in a bad mood. There's no Lemon, sorry guys. It's just a sad story about how much the soul can take. If you feel like reviewing, go right ahead. I don't even think anyone read my last fic. Oh well. Enjoy.
*** I'm Dead
The second Sirius walked into the dark house, he could feel the dark somber atmosphere and sighed deeply, shadows under his eyes darkening. To say the last six months had been difficult would be a devastating understatement. It had been after Harry's final year at Hogwarts, a year of hard training, preparing, and waiting, that Voldemort had finally decided to strike. The battle, the death, it had scarred them all. All the survivors. Harry worst of all.
Sirius felt his broken heart, beat in his chest, taking care of Harry was all he had left, and truthfully, it was probably what depressed him so. After watching Remus, his last friend and lover, fall beside him in the last battle, Harry was all he had left. But Harry did not bring him the sunshine he had hoped for. No, Harry had fallen into his own depression after the battle. /...And you know why. You were the one to drag the boy from the broken body of his only love. You saw what it did to him./ Harry had killed Voldemort, but the death that had occurred was too much for his young heart to take.
Sirius perked his dog-like ears to listen for any movement upstairs, he heard nothing. /Sleeping, what else is new?/ He slowly walked up the stairs so as not to disturb the boy. He sighed and looked at Harry's closed door. He turned to go back downstairs when a thought pushed itself into his head. /This has got to stop. It's been over six months. He can't live the rest of his life this way./ He knocked on the door.
"Harry?" No answer. Another knock.
"Harry? It's Sirius. Please open the door." Still no answer. He knocked harder.
"Harry. Come now. Open this door." He shook his head and opened the unlocked door. The room, like the rest of the house was bathed in darkness. He turned on the light, blessing Muggle lighting, and did not side his surprise when greeted with an empty room. Harry's room was larger then Sirius', with a queen size bed in the middle, a chest of drawers, closet, two desks. For the first time since Harry had moved in, the room was completely spotless. Sirius looked around only see a crisp white envelope awaiting him on Harry's pillow. Next to it sat a pile of splinters that Sirius could only guess was Harry's wand. Sirius walked over to the letter Addressed to him, and with shaking hands, opened it.
Sirius, I know this is going to hurt. It hurts just to write this to you, but I simply cannot go on. You saw the same things I did. You know what happened. I caused that, all those innocent deaths were my fault and I simply could not take it. I was hoping, so hoping that after the battle, things would get better. That me and. him could live together and start a life of our own. As you know it did not work out that way. Do not be sad, for I know that is all you have been for the last six months and that's my fault as well. When Severus died Sirius, a piece of me died too. I am Dead, Sirius. It's just better this way and I hope you understand this. I love you, Siri. Goodbye.
Harry
Sirius closed the letter and lowered his head onto his knees and wept. He wept for James, for Lily, for Remus, for Harry, for himself, and mostly, for the innocence lost, never to return.
Warning: Nothing much. No spoilers that I know of, a bit angsty, but what isn't these days?
This is my second piece of ever. Written one night when I was in a bad mood. There's no Lemon, sorry guys. It's just a sad story about how much the soul can take. If you feel like reviewing, go right ahead. I don't even think anyone read my last fic. Oh well. Enjoy.
*** I'm Dead
The second Sirius walked into the dark house, he could feel the dark somber atmosphere and sighed deeply, shadows under his eyes darkening. To say the last six months had been difficult would be a devastating understatement. It had been after Harry's final year at Hogwarts, a year of hard training, preparing, and waiting, that Voldemort had finally decided to strike. The battle, the death, it had scarred them all. All the survivors. Harry worst of all.
Sirius felt his broken heart, beat in his chest, taking care of Harry was all he had left, and truthfully, it was probably what depressed him so. After watching Remus, his last friend and lover, fall beside him in the last battle, Harry was all he had left. But Harry did not bring him the sunshine he had hoped for. No, Harry had fallen into his own depression after the battle. /...And you know why. You were the one to drag the boy from the broken body of his only love. You saw what it did to him./ Harry had killed Voldemort, but the death that had occurred was too much for his young heart to take.
Sirius perked his dog-like ears to listen for any movement upstairs, he heard nothing. /Sleeping, what else is new?/ He slowly walked up the stairs so as not to disturb the boy. He sighed and looked at Harry's closed door. He turned to go back downstairs when a thought pushed itself into his head. /This has got to stop. It's been over six months. He can't live the rest of his life this way./ He knocked on the door.
"Harry?" No answer. Another knock.
"Harry? It's Sirius. Please open the door." Still no answer. He knocked harder.
"Harry. Come now. Open this door." He shook his head and opened the unlocked door. The room, like the rest of the house was bathed in darkness. He turned on the light, blessing Muggle lighting, and did not side his surprise when greeted with an empty room. Harry's room was larger then Sirius', with a queen size bed in the middle, a chest of drawers, closet, two desks. For the first time since Harry had moved in, the room was completely spotless. Sirius looked around only see a crisp white envelope awaiting him on Harry's pillow. Next to it sat a pile of splinters that Sirius could only guess was Harry's wand. Sirius walked over to the letter Addressed to him, and with shaking hands, opened it.
Sirius, I know this is going to hurt. It hurts just to write this to you, but I simply cannot go on. You saw the same things I did. You know what happened. I caused that, all those innocent deaths were my fault and I simply could not take it. I was hoping, so hoping that after the battle, things would get better. That me and. him could live together and start a life of our own. As you know it did not work out that way. Do not be sad, for I know that is all you have been for the last six months and that's my fault as well. When Severus died Sirius, a piece of me died too. I am Dead, Sirius. It's just better this way and I hope you understand this. I love you, Siri. Goodbye.
Harry
Sirius closed the letter and lowered his head onto his knees and wept. He wept for James, for Lily, for Remus, for Harry, for himself, and mostly, for the innocence lost, never to return.