Never Look Back
Sirius Black sat up in the bed after Dumbledore left. He didn't want to see the disappointment in his old eyes.
Cowardly? Oh, yes.
It was his cowardice that kept him feigning sleep when he sensed Remus in the room.
He had always known it when his lover was near.
//Oh Moony, I'm sorry.//
A wave of cold washed over him- Dementors.
He curled in a tight ball and wept: for James, Lily and Harry. For Remus. For himself.
He heard the rattling breath of the creature before it entered the cell.
"Time to go, Black." Crouch was watching him with a wicked glint in his eye.
Sirius knew that protesting his innocence was futile. It hadn't helped before, it wouldn't help now.
But he knew that Remus still loved him- Divine knowledge perhaps? His lover may not have spoken, but his words were clear as crystal.
He didn't have forgiveness- yet. But he did have his love.
It was enough.
Sirius nodded wordlessly, and got to his feet.
He pushed all of his memories of James, Lily, Harry and Remus to the trunk at the back of his mind and locked it tight.
*I love you too, Remus,* he thought as he threw away the proverbial key.
He took a deep breath and stepped into the Dementors clutches, head held high, prepared for Azkaban. Prepared for Hell.
Never look back. Remus had taught him that.
Sirius Black sat up in the bed after Dumbledore left. He didn't want to see the disappointment in his old eyes.
Cowardly? Oh, yes.
It was his cowardice that kept him feigning sleep when he sensed Remus in the room.
He had always known it when his lover was near.
//Oh Moony, I'm sorry.//
A wave of cold washed over him- Dementors.
He curled in a tight ball and wept: for James, Lily and Harry. For Remus. For himself.
He heard the rattling breath of the creature before it entered the cell.
"Time to go, Black." Crouch was watching him with a wicked glint in his eye.
Sirius knew that protesting his innocence was futile. It hadn't helped before, it wouldn't help now.
But he knew that Remus still loved him- Divine knowledge perhaps? His lover may not have spoken, but his words were clear as crystal.
He didn't have forgiveness- yet. But he did have his love.
It was enough.
Sirius nodded wordlessly, and got to his feet.
He pushed all of his memories of James, Lily, Harry and Remus to the trunk at the back of his mind and locked it tight.
*I love you too, Remus,* he thought as he threw away the proverbial key.
He took a deep breath and stepped into the Dementors clutches, head held high, prepared for Azkaban. Prepared for Hell.
Never look back. Remus had taught him that.