The front door shut quietly behind Albus as he left. And at that point, I don't remember much, mainly the silence, that stretched for days.
It was as if the very fabric of the cosmos had shifted ever-so-slightly and suddenly nothing seemed quite right. The minutes in the day played tricks on me, contorting themselves into hours. My limbs suddenly didn't fit me any more, and my hands were too big.
It seemed to make an odd sort of sense, in a way. Of course the world had changed- how could it not have, now that it no longer contained James and Lily Potter?
And Sirius-
His name opened a chasm in my chest.
It always had, of course, but this was different.
I thought I knew him.
My throat constricted, and I sank heavily onto the couch.
I thought I knew everything there was to know about Sirius Black. Maybe I did once.
How he likes his tea, the size of his boots. Silly, trivial things.
I never thought to ask him "Sirius- are you betraying us to Voldemort?"