Contemplation
As I sit here and contemplate my godfather's death, the sun shines. Doesn't the sun know Sirius Black is dead?
As I sit on my bed, the door shut and locked, I think about the what ifs.
What if I had mastered Occulmancy?
What if Dumbledore had told me everything before?
What if Sirius had been allowed out?
What if my parents had kept Sirius as their Secret-Keeper?
These questions haunt me. I wonder, will I go mad this summer? The letters that helped me the most shall never be sent again. And yet, I catch myself sending letters to Sirius. What next? Will I try talking to my father?
As I sit here and contemplate my godfather's death. The sun shines.
Doesn't the sun know Sirius Black is dead?
