Cold Snow
The snow on the ground was soft beneath his paws. He knew he should go to Hogwarts already, Harry was in danger and dementors generally aren't too friendly to Azkaban escapees but he had to come here. With a sigh he lowered his body into the snow so his tail curled around the hard and unforgiving stone. It was as cold as his heart was. Even the names of his best friend did nothing to warm up his freezing heart that had been withered by the years in Azkaban. The white marble reflected the light of the full moon into his eyes, making the tombstone stand out among the sea of grey stones. That to him made it seemed like the world was laughing at him, highlighting the fact that James and Lily Potter were dead and buried even more obvious then just the missing piece of himself that had died with them all those years ago. He shuddered as he relived the memories that the dementors had been torturing him with for years. The dementors had been so close to breaking him and tipping him over the edge into the black hole of insanity. It was his fault if only he hadn't changed the plans, if only he had seen through the rats disguise, if only he had done things differently James and Lily would've still been there with him, laughing, joking and teasing before James would sweep her up into a kiss. James was always unable to keep his hands of her. He on the other hand would pretended to vomit at James and Lily's affection. His mouth turned up slightly revealing his pointed teeth as he stared at the marble tombstone.
His body curled around the head stone tighter. He wondered if only he could squeeze the stone tighter he could bind together the dust of James and Lily to make them whole again. His eyes smarted; tears that couldn't be shed by a dog stung his eyes. He and James had done everything together, even the things that weren't even fit to be heard by the dirtiest minded people. James was his other half, the other side of his coin. And Lily, lovely Lily. Sure he'd thought she was a cow for rejecting James for years but when they'd finally got along, he'd had to admit he was wrong about her. It was the only one of two things he'd been wrong about in his life as far as he was concerned. She'd became his rock over the years, when everything else had turned to shit. The only one who'd truly understood what he felt like when Marlene had been murdered, when Regulus had been killed and when he felt that nothing was worth it anymore. He let out a howl of anguish that reverberated around Godric's Hollow graveyard. He tried to let all of his misery in one burst of sound, like he washing all his emotions out in one burst of sound. He needed to focus on his goal: revenge. He wasn't going to let that bastard Pettigrew destroy the only remainder of his best friends. A growl slipped out of His muzzle as he rose from the snow. Anger started to cloud his mind as he let go of his sorrow. Snow began to fall from around him to add to the snow that had already settled on the ground. He was like the snow, cold and detached. He imagined the snow burying his grief to let the fury course through his body. With one last lingering look he tensed his muscles and bounded out of the graveyard. Sirius' thoughts were only on Harry and revenge as he ran to Hogwarts.
A/N: Thanks for reading I hope you like it even if it's a bit short!
I know I haven't updated my other story The Chances Of That in ages so just bear with me until I find the time, get ideas etc.
-that lass xxx