Author's note: This is my first Harry Potter fic. Which I've never wanted to do for lack of inspiration and I didn't want to jump on the bandwagon that everyone else seems to be hoping on. But a man by the name of Sirius Black was begging me to write about him. So here it goes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its wonderful characters. But if I did Sirius would not have died! *hysterical crying* But I do own Willow, so you can't use her with out my permission!

Fic 2 of the I Grieve Quadruplet

Vision of Death

I Fell

            Willow awoke with a start. She sat bolt upright staring at the wall across from her. She was breathing heavily and her bangs clung to sweat beads on her brow. Tears began streaming down her flushed cheeks.

   "He's dead." She croaked, she held her hands over her eyes to block the images flashing before them. They were as vivd as ever; the children in the Department of Mysteries looking for Sirius, the Death Eaters closing in on them, Bellatrix Lestrange's horrible voice taunting Harry Potter. Willow's face burned with rage as Bellatrix's words echoed through her head:

   "The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo." 

        Harry would share that dream with her but on the day Sirius was in danger. Willow though had had a head start, she had tried to tell grandfather, he wouldn't listen.

   "Sirius Black?" he snorted, "If he's going to be killed, then so be it. That saves us a deal of time." Willow did not persist further, if grandfather thought she was crazy there would be no way for her to help Sirius. Willow had tried with all her might to sleep, to see the rest of this that was to become. But she couldn't fall asleep knowing Sirius was in trouble. Late into the night she finally fell. Her dream now showed her of He Who Must Not Be Named's trap and Harry falling perfectly into it. She had too, she had believed Sirius was in trouble when that wasn't the case. She had cursed repeatedly at herself and decided to take action. She began camping out at the Ministry of Magic every night and when Harry came she would tell him the truth, and he would have to believe her and then Sirius would be fine. But it wouldn't be fine, a Death Eater arrived to clear the path for his comrades and Harry and put a spell on her that would later be used on the girl Hermione.

            Sirius had been doomed and Willow nor Harry had been able to save him. All that remained were fond memories of him and the replaying slideshow of that night: Sirius and the Order rushing in to save the children, the Order dueling with the Death Eaters, Bellatrix dueling Sirius, and Sirius, damn his cockiness, laughing at her, then before his laughter died away he was hit in the chest and with a look of shock fell backward behind the veil, never to grace Harry nor Willow with his presence ever again.

Willow's eyes were puffy and blood shot, tears streamed down her face while she sobbed and shook uncontrollably. She cursed herself for not being cautious, she cursed herself for not going to Hogwarts and warning Harry, she cursed herself for not knowing where Sirius was hiding, and she cursed Bellatrix Lestrange most of all for killing Sirius. With one bloody spell he was gone forever. Bellatrix's voice echoed in her head once more:

"Aaaah...did you love him, little baby Potter?"

   "Yes." A voice answered in her head. "I loved him very much."  Harry's voice now rang out:

   "SHE KILLED SIRIUS! SHE KILLED HIM--I'LL KILL HER!"

   "No Harry," the voice spoke again, "I will kill her. And she will feel pain as never before. She will tremble at my feet and beg for mercy. And I will torture her in response. Then when her last breath is upon her I will remind her of Sirius and she will regret for the last seconds of her life that she killed him."

Willow trembled and her tears fell silently, Bellatrix would pay and Willow would be her collector.