Sirius' death
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Sirius had had the time of his life. This was what it should all be about. The excitement, the danger, the fun. Not being locked up in a stuffy old house. Fighting and running and daring. Duelling Bella, together with Remus and James son - almost like the old days. To bad Peter and Snivelius hadn't been there. Then it would REALLY have been like the old days, and those bastards would have gotten theirs, and no mistake.
So it was with reluctance he had turned to go.
It wasn't like he refused to come, but couldn't it just wait until he had fought a little bit longer, and maybe had a little man-to-man talk with Harry and maybe...
But he had been expected. The black shape had growled towards him, not unfriendly, but indicating beyond doubt that there was no time to linger.
Aw, he had asked. Couldn't he stay out and play just a little longer? Just another five minutes? He had had so fun.
But the large dog had sadly shaken his head, and with a last, longing glance at the others, who were still out there playing and enjoying themselves, he had obediently tucked his tail between his legs and trotted after the Grim. Sirius was a good doggie, after all.