I own nothing. This was inspired by the Sarah McLachlan song, "Full
of Grace". I don't own that either. Review.
Silent tears streamed down from his face as he held her lifeless body in his failing arms. The sun hid its face behind a series of clouds, in homage to the life and death of one who was loved so adamantly and who had loved selflessly. The dull roar of the motorbike droned in the background as he brought his best friend's body next to his love's. A slight breeze chilled his back as he tried to regain control of his emotions. An early snow had begun to fall and he looked up to the full moon in anguish as the remnants of the burning house were covered in a fine white film.
Their blank eyes stared at him, almost lovingly as post-mortem overcame the soft features. The tears fell from the tanned cheek and dripped onto the creamy white skin framed by the wild and flowing red hair. He imagined their last moments in his mind's eye. The flaming eyes, staring them down through the angry slits and the green flash forced out of the wand, leaving a permanent expression of horror on the once perfectly happy faces. Feeling as though dragged down by an undertow, he felt like letting go. The feeling of sinking and clawing for solid ground overcame him as he suffocated on his sobs.
A quiet cry pouring out of newly formed vocal chords and Sirius was startled to turn on his heels and find his godson, lying in a blanket and wanting his mother. He kneeled over the tiny body, and picked him up, watching as the snowflakes fell on his little eyelashes and were melted in a river of tears. He hushed the tiny cries into mewling as the eyes closed and the face fell into a peaceful expression of slumber. A massive shadow came out from behind him and covered all the ground in front of his body. Turning to the half-giant, he managed to give a greeting and instructions for the safety of his godson, Harry.
Swearing revenge on the one who was responsible, Sirius headed towards the town of Godric's Hollow, but then decided against it. Instead, he apparated home and sat in front of the fire. Finally, he let the anguish overtake him fully. But, through the inky undertow in the sea of sorrow, a ray of light shone through. He still had Harry. He still had his godson.
Silent tears streamed down from his face as he held her lifeless body in his failing arms. The sun hid its face behind a series of clouds, in homage to the life and death of one who was loved so adamantly and who had loved selflessly. The dull roar of the motorbike droned in the background as he brought his best friend's body next to his love's. A slight breeze chilled his back as he tried to regain control of his emotions. An early snow had begun to fall and he looked up to the full moon in anguish as the remnants of the burning house were covered in a fine white film.
Their blank eyes stared at him, almost lovingly as post-mortem overcame the soft features. The tears fell from the tanned cheek and dripped onto the creamy white skin framed by the wild and flowing red hair. He imagined their last moments in his mind's eye. The flaming eyes, staring them down through the angry slits and the green flash forced out of the wand, leaving a permanent expression of horror on the once perfectly happy faces. Feeling as though dragged down by an undertow, he felt like letting go. The feeling of sinking and clawing for solid ground overcame him as he suffocated on his sobs.
A quiet cry pouring out of newly formed vocal chords and Sirius was startled to turn on his heels and find his godson, lying in a blanket and wanting his mother. He kneeled over the tiny body, and picked him up, watching as the snowflakes fell on his little eyelashes and were melted in a river of tears. He hushed the tiny cries into mewling as the eyes closed and the face fell into a peaceful expression of slumber. A massive shadow came out from behind him and covered all the ground in front of his body. Turning to the half-giant, he managed to give a greeting and instructions for the safety of his godson, Harry.
Swearing revenge on the one who was responsible, Sirius headed towards the town of Godric's Hollow, but then decided against it. Instead, he apparated home and sat in front of the fire. Finally, he let the anguish overtake him fully. But, through the inky undertow in the sea of sorrow, a ray of light shone through. He still had Harry. He still had his godson.