Title: Bury Me Alive
Author: Nesma
A/N: This is the part that I love most about this piece. Hope you like it too and leave a review if you're so kind!


Lily whispers "We do, I do" every night in his prison cell. Every night he feels her tears seeping through his shirt (is it blood? Merlin he wishes he was bleeding to death) and he keeps on hearing the choked tears and the "We do, I do" with every heartbeat. He can't go to sleep with her whispers because they are amplified in his head and he can't seem to turn off her voice.

He curls up into the corner and tries to regulate his breathing. Tries to calm down. Calm down. He doesn't understand why his heart pounds on when it feels like it's shredding itself in a million tiny different pieces. He can't sleep. He can't sleep. Merlin, he just wants to sleep.

But he doesn't, he doesn't, he doesn't. Once he falls asleep he's back at the kitchen table tracing the vines with the last rays of sunshine clinging to the trees. There's dead James, blood running down his face telling him "We trust you." Over and over and over and over until he slumps back on his chair and the light in his eyes are gone and Sirius can only run out of the house but then he runs in to him and suddenly the streets are crowded.

There's screaming from Peter, he looks scared and petrified but his smile, fuck his smirk gives him away. There's a hint of madness in his voice and the smile makes it worse. And Sirius was too late, far too late again, to realize what was going on. And then there's an explosion and more screams and blood, Merlin, blood everywhere that pools around his feet. And there's dead bodies everywhere, everywhere, and he never meant for the Potters to die or for those muggles to die or for Harry to be an orphan. And underneath the rubble he can hear the squeaks of rat, laughing mirthlessly before transforming into Peter Pettigrew giving him a wicked grin and it makes his blood go cold and he can't help but scream.

But the relief of being awake is only granted for a second. His heart pounding, deep breaths, and suddenly the whispers are back (We do, I do. We do, I do. We do, I do) and he can't breathe even though he's torn his shirt to free his chest but he can't breathe and he's hoping that one of these days Lily and James will choke him to death in his sleep, in his dreams, or in the day. He hopes they get the luxury and not Peter.


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