Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the people, places (in short anything) associated with it.
Author's Note: This is my first drabble (a story that is exactly 100 words), and my first *posted* Harry Potter related story (though this isn't really a story). Anyway I decided to write this to get me back into a writing mood, as it's been a while since I've written anything. I hope you like it, and I don't get any death threats or anything. LoL.
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Also if you still haven't read OotP, first what are you waiting for, second this contains a spoiler, so stop now if you don't want anything ruined for you.
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*Lupin's POV*
"Come on, you can do better than that!"
Sirius' words echoed all around him, and then that awful witch's scream. It happened so slow, but at the same time too fast.
'No!'
He stood there, horrified, unable to move, until Harry's running pulled him from his reverie.
The boy twisted and struggled against him, fighting more than the man, but also the truth.
He couldn't blame him; he'd have shown emotion too, but he had to stay strong, if not for himself, for Harry. Yet that was not enough to keep the single tear from rolling down his pale face: unnoticed.