The Crowd

Sirius Black had absolutely no idea where he was or what he was doing. All he could see were flashing lights and people crying in anxiety. I could tell what was happening. I have known him for a live time and knew every feeling he feels. I could feel the agony he felt at every breath and his throbbing head. I could feel the hate he felt. I was, after all, his fiancée. This was his chance for his revenge. To revenge James and Lily. He was in front of him. The one who helped in killing there best friends. The traitor himself.

At that instant I was part of the crowd screaming in despair with my hand reaching hopelessly at the void air. I knew he was going to do some thing stupid. He is, after all, a Black. He had enough hate to kill, to murder. Although part of the crowd, I didn't want that crowd around me. I didn't want them to know what pain he has feeling. Near me there was a little girl gripping her mother's hand like there is no tomorrow. Her thin blonde hair ran down in three plaits, two behind her ears and one down her neck. She was too young to know what pain is, to know the horrors of life at such a young age. Like her, there were hundreds of them watching. Suddenly there was a loud noise, smoke, dust and dirt. And a laugh, a bitter laugh. So I stayed there, part of the crowd, praying with all my heart that this pain would go away and never come back and that it was not him who made the mistake.