And when it came down to it, I didn't know if I could decide. He repeated
his question, he knew I hadn't quite registered. "Sirius do you trust me?
Do you promise to try to believe?"
I nodded (what else could I do?) and prepared myself for what he had to say.
"Alright, we are just waiting for one more person." And that was when the door flew open.
"Moony!" My best friend (the only one I had left) nodded. He looked paler than last time I had seen him. It frightened me. Dumbledore asked him the same question he had asked me.
"Remus, when the time comes, will you trust what I have to say?" (Well, all most the same thing). Remus nodded again. I felt he did this for the same reason I did.
What was going on here? What were we waiting for? Dumbledore nodded and I heard a sound I had heard so many times before. I spun around and promptly broke down.
"It can't be." I croaked, falling to my knees on the wooden floor.
"Hey Padfoot." Oh god, it was. It was! It had to be! The tears were falling faster now, but he was crying too. Nothing mattered anymore.
Oh god, he was back! How? HOW?!
That didn't matter, all that mattered was that my best friend was standing in front of me, crying like he had never gone.
"Prongs." One word, only one. He understood, he always had.
"I'm back Padfoot. I'm really back!" I heard Moony's sob, but it didn't matter anymore. Nothing did. Except him. I ran to him and he collapsed on my shoulder.
"I'm really back." He said it firmly; trying to convince himself, it seemed.
"You're really back." I said quietly and Moony joined us. Dumbledore watched from his desk. Three grown men, clinging to each other, crying for all they were worth, but who on earth could blame us?
"The Marauders are back." James whispered. I silently cursed Peter as the tears ran down his face. If it weren't for him, we never would have been separated.
I nodded (what else could I do?) and prepared myself for what he had to say.
"Alright, we are just waiting for one more person." And that was when the door flew open.
"Moony!" My best friend (the only one I had left) nodded. He looked paler than last time I had seen him. It frightened me. Dumbledore asked him the same question he had asked me.
"Remus, when the time comes, will you trust what I have to say?" (Well, all most the same thing). Remus nodded again. I felt he did this for the same reason I did.
What was going on here? What were we waiting for? Dumbledore nodded and I heard a sound I had heard so many times before. I spun around and promptly broke down.
"It can't be." I croaked, falling to my knees on the wooden floor.
"Hey Padfoot." Oh god, it was. It was! It had to be! The tears were falling faster now, but he was crying too. Nothing mattered anymore.
Oh god, he was back! How? HOW?!
That didn't matter, all that mattered was that my best friend was standing in front of me, crying like he had never gone.
"Prongs." One word, only one. He understood, he always had.
"I'm back Padfoot. I'm really back!" I heard Moony's sob, but it didn't matter anymore. Nothing did. Except him. I ran to him and he collapsed on my shoulder.
"I'm really back." He said it firmly; trying to convince himself, it seemed.
"You're really back." I said quietly and Moony joined us. Dumbledore watched from his desk. Three grown men, clinging to each other, crying for all they were worth, but who on earth could blame us?
"The Marauders are back." James whispered. I silently cursed Peter as the tears ran down his face. If it weren't for him, we never would have been separated.