Episode 37
I'm Sorry
Summary: In which Sirius follows in his parents footsteps
"I'm sorry," Sirius whispered against the brunette's ears.
She shuddered and turned her head away from him, unable to look him in the eyes. Was this really Sirius Black? The man she'd played pranks with, studied with, and stole kisses from in broom closets during their school years. The man that proposed just a year ago and promised to love her forever.
"Apologies don't change things, Black," she managed to snarl. Much to her chagrin, her words didn't carry the heat she wanted them too. Sirius seemed to get the message all the same and stepped back, his head lowered.
"I know," he murmured, "but there was just no escaping it. I'm a Black, Hermione, Gryffindor or not, it's in my blood."
Hermione snorted in disgust. "What happened to not sharing your families views, huh? What happened to being different from them? What happened to loving me, a Muggle-born?" her voice steadily rose with each question, but Sirius didn't once flinch.
"I do love you," he told her, earning himself another snort. "That's why I have to do this, so they can't hurt you."
"And you think this doesn't hurt?" she asked, looking at him for the first time. Sirius did flinch then, seeing the tears in his beloved's eyes. He hated it when she cried.
"Not as much as it could," he informed her blankly, hiding his emotions immaculately well. Hermione turned from him again.
"You're not the man I loved," she said softly. Sirius hung his head again.
"No, no, I suppose I'm not."
"Get on with it then," she said darkly. "Finish it off like the bastard you are! Show your Slytherin blood to me!"
Sirius raised his wand. "I love you," he said once again, and then granted her wish with two words. "Avada Kedavra!"
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A/N's:
Yes, a Death Eater Sirius. I know such a thing would never happen, but it was an idea that was in my head, so I had to put it down.