Tonks:
Its been nearly a month since his death. To think, I was just getting to know Sirius. When he was alive, he was often associated with humorous topics, lighter memories, and happier times. Well, at least after Remus cleared his name. What I'm trying to say is, everything Sirius was, everything he stood for, was good. He was the type of person who could shed light on any situation with his smile. He could find the good in anyone, the Brightside of everything. He was a great wizard , and a better man. And now he is gone, now every good memory I have is either mingled with his intoxicating laughter, or tainted his heart-melting smile* [*don't get the wrong idea about their relationship. Yes, she does love him, but more like a sister would her brother, or in this case, cousin.*]. And it makes me sick to my stomach. It makes me sick that I can't be strong like Molly, like Harry, like Remus. I am the only one who can't get a grip and accept that he is gone.
As I pack my final belonging into the small duffel, I take a moment to gaze around my room. The same room that I first encounter the enormous shaggy black dog. It's walls were stripped bare, all of my posters and photographs removed and packed liked sardines in some unmarked cardboard box. My queen-sized mattress, once laden with soft lavender-colored quilts and cushions, was as blank as a canvas, and white as freshly fallen snow. Across from my bed is a large wardrobe, now vacant, bearing only a few abandoned hangers, is slightly ajar. I place the final item in my personal's collection, an older photograph of the Order. All of us were there. I was loads younger, not even fully certified as an auror! But I wanted to help, to make a difference. So Dumbledore let me. Lily and James smiling, unaware of their soon-to-come, but most unfortunate fate. The Longbottoms, still sane, glad of the birth of their firstborn, Neville. Mad-eye, his seriousness and content, slightly subdued, as the gathering of the entire Order was indeed very rare. He was originally against it, since if an ambush occurred, well there goes the resistance. But he finally came around, I had convinced him to do so. Remus and Sirius, smiles bright, heads held high, like nothing could phase them, like they owned the world. Those were happier times, even in war, those were the happiest memories I have. Many of the Order members would agree, in fact, Kingsley once told me that during a dementor attack, it was that day, that lovely memory, that saved him from having his soul sucked out of him.