A/N: I'll update more, I promise.
Sirius – Storm
His pace quickens, and he is like a storm –
Straight face, furrowed brow, wand hand at the ready –
His friends, his only family, dead or worse –
What is worse, being dead or being a traitor? he wonders –
He knows he'd choose death in an instant, rather that than sell out his friends –
He knows he will be the one on the receiving end of the finger of blame –
And he will take it, only if he becomes a true murder –
To kill the guilty one, the one who betrayed –
Because this, this is how it is meant to be, he thinks –
And all he can feel is a painful wave of despair –