Sirius grinned as he watched Lena walk into the second floor girls' lavatory. Myrtle had seen them together. It had been all a plan.
He knew Lena had said horrible things about Myrtle recently.
He knew Myrtle had taken to getting her meals in the kitchen.
He was glad at the look of hurt splayed across her face. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted her to be in pain—
A shrill scream met his ear suddenly; he burst through the door of the lavatory.
"Lena? What's—"
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think.
"Lena…go…go get help." he commanded urgently as his eyes scanned her motionless body.
Sirius fell to his knees beside her and panicked. What was that thing muggles did to resuscitate people?
He could only recall that he was supposed to compress on her chest with his hands locked together, just in the middle of her chest.
He did as he remembered but nothing happened.
"Myrtle…damn it Myrtle!" he panted as he continued his efforts. "Myrtle!"
His voice echoed in the empty bathroom. She was gone but he couldn't let her go.
Sirius felt the telltale trickle of liquid seep from his eyes. He was sobbing.
"Myrtle!"