Tonks:
Staying at the Burrow has been miserable. The place reeks of Sirius' favorite dishes from a depressed Molly. No one is ever here, so I am stuck with her, and I know for a fact she is only holding it all together for me. The nightmares and the assaults of the memories of happier times are unbearable. I've resigned the task of resting because whenever I shut my eyes, the smiling and laughing face of my cousin, the glint of mischief in his soulful eyes, the depth of his happiness for reuniting with his "family" after Azkaban, was etched onto my eyelids, haunting and taunting me. One question though, has been lingering in the back of my mind.
Why him? Of all the terrible people in this world, why kill a man who has been nothing but loyal, patient, and loving?
Sirius was a man of integrity, a man of honesty, and a man who displayed bravery worthy of Godric Gryffindor's own appraisal. He constantly gave, and rarely asked for anything in return. All he wanted was to be the father that Harry never grew to knew, but truly deserved. Sirius was my favorite person in the world growing up. I didn't really get to know him well until he was brought to Grimmauld Place, and that's when he wormed his way into my heart. Being an Auror, that place was reserved for only the most important people in my life, since I could only trust a handful of people. I loved him like a brother, being that I've never had an older sibling before (or any sibling for that matter.), so our relationship was very special. After hard days at the Ministry, I would retire the day by settling in with Sirius to discuss my hectic time out in the Wizarding Society, and he'd share his ideas of ways to get his mum to shut her trap!
The terrible thing is, I don't really have anyone to talk to about all of this. Sure I could vent to anyone, but I really just need someone to relate. I don't know many people who know what it feels like to have your brother ripped out that special place in your heart, the one place you thought foolishly would be enough to keep everyone inside it safe.
Well, I do know one person. Someone who knows all too well what it feels like to lose someone as close as Sirius and I were. Remus. He'd know what to say, how to feel, how to cope, because he's been through all of this before. Oh what am I saying?! He's just as broken as me, if not shattered, because the last of his true best friends was killed. But at least he hurts like I do, because Sirius was like a brother to him, too. I guess it's true what they say about how knowing you're not the only one suffering, makes it a little more bearable. I can be so selfish at times.