Author's Note: Ficlet written for the LiveJournal hp100 challenge. August 10's subject: use any of the twenty-seven sentences supplied. I give you:
11) In a cold dark prison cell a young man sits alone, reflecting on his actions. (Lhazzie)
Black Death
By Trisana McGraw
How could he have not known? "Choose Wormtail as your Secret-Keeper." Peter wouldn't squeal; he was too insignificant. Sirius had believed this because his own pride had inflated his head: Voldemort's followers would question him, the attractive best friend. They'd be stupid not to.
He was stupid. He'd betrayed everyone. James and Lily, gone; Wormtail too, but he still lived; Lupin was somewhere, alone.
Sirius cradled his head in his hands as a hoarse sob tore itself from his throat. He'd never laugh again, even without the dementors. It was so cold here; like frostbite, it turned his skin darkest black. . . .