Written for the December Drabble Challenge 12/05/06 on SxJ.
"Speak now, or forever hold your peace."
He hadn't said anything; he couldn't speak. Those words would eternally haunt him: "forever hold your peace." Sirius saw them kiss; his heart ripped into two pieces and he wanted to scream.
When they announced the pregnancy, he had the urge to punch a wall. When Harry was born, Sirius wanted to die. He was a carbon copy of his father; the man that Sirius loved but would never have, could never have.
And when he confronted Peter, Sirius had only one thought… his love was dead. He would forever hold his peace.