Disclaimer: Anything you remember from the Harry Potter books, it belongs
to JK Rowling. Which, in this fic, is everything. No money was made in the
process of making this and it was make with 100 % dolphin safe tuna!
Author Note: Hiya! This is only a one shot fiction. It's in celebration of Thanksgiving. But I don't know if Thanksgiving is a national holiday or worldwide. If you don't celebrate Thanksgiving, then think of this as 'Jackie has writers block for Life or Death, so she wrote this'
*****Story Starts*******
Guilt. Sadness. Misery. Pain. Heartache. Insanity.
Those were the things I felt every time I closed my eyes. Every time I took another breath. Every time I smelt the cold, dead, stale air. I could hear their voices in the back of my mind. I could feel the Dementors affecting me slowly....as though I was some play toy they could squeeze when they felt like it.
I remember everything about them. Right from James's extremely messy hair down to Lily's bright, shinning green eyes. From the look on James's face when I told him about Snape and the Willow and to the smile that formed on Lily's face when I ran into Harry's invisible fence.
But because of me, I'll never see that smile or frown from either of them. I didn't realize what I was doing....I was selfish. I put my best friends life's on the line to save my own. I backed down...when I need to be by their side. And now, I'm alone.
I'm sitting here, watching water drops trickle down the stone wall and land on the hard floor, making a faint, but echoing, splash. And I can't help but imagine what would happen if things had gone differently. Harry might have grown up with a proper family. He would be raised by James and Lily, learning to fly by age two. James had already reserved a broomstick order at Quality Quiddich Supplies and now....that order will never come through.
I deserve this cell. I killed them. I let them change Secret Keepers....at the last minute. Not knowing what would happen....not knowing that it would change destiny completely..
But what if this was part of death's design? Would something like that really happen to two wonderful, loving parents? Is it not bad enough that Voldamort was around, and death had enough people to last a life time. Why, why did it take them? Of all of the people it picked...it choose the most important people to me. It broke the Marauders up...and not even a Time Turner can change that.
Then again, if I had never doubted Remus, everything would be much different. I wouldn't be sitting in this cell....waiting quietly for the Dementors to drown me in all the guilt, sadness, sorrow and pain. They'll never get me....even if it means I become weak. I've been imprisoned not only in this cell, but with the thought that Pettigrew is still out there....watching and waiting. Who knows what his next move is.
With that I, Sirius Black, watched Cornielus Fudge walk down the Prison's hall. He had an issue of the Daily Prophet in his hand and the only thing I wanted more then anything was to finish at least one crossword puzzle....I never could beat James at it. Maybe this once, I would....
******Story Ends*****
Authors Note: Did you like it? Tell me how it was in a review! Everyone have a wicked Thanksgiving and everyone who doesn't do a Thanksgiving celebration, then I hope you liked it!
Biggest Sirius Wanna Be,
PadfootandProngs91
Author Note: Hiya! This is only a one shot fiction. It's in celebration of Thanksgiving. But I don't know if Thanksgiving is a national holiday or worldwide. If you don't celebrate Thanksgiving, then think of this as 'Jackie has writers block for Life or Death, so she wrote this'
*****Story Starts*******
Guilt. Sadness. Misery. Pain. Heartache. Insanity.
Those were the things I felt every time I closed my eyes. Every time I took another breath. Every time I smelt the cold, dead, stale air. I could hear their voices in the back of my mind. I could feel the Dementors affecting me slowly....as though I was some play toy they could squeeze when they felt like it.
I remember everything about them. Right from James's extremely messy hair down to Lily's bright, shinning green eyes. From the look on James's face when I told him about Snape and the Willow and to the smile that formed on Lily's face when I ran into Harry's invisible fence.
But because of me, I'll never see that smile or frown from either of them. I didn't realize what I was doing....I was selfish. I put my best friends life's on the line to save my own. I backed down...when I need to be by their side. And now, I'm alone.
I'm sitting here, watching water drops trickle down the stone wall and land on the hard floor, making a faint, but echoing, splash. And I can't help but imagine what would happen if things had gone differently. Harry might have grown up with a proper family. He would be raised by James and Lily, learning to fly by age two. James had already reserved a broomstick order at Quality Quiddich Supplies and now....that order will never come through.
I deserve this cell. I killed them. I let them change Secret Keepers....at the last minute. Not knowing what would happen....not knowing that it would change destiny completely..
But what if this was part of death's design? Would something like that really happen to two wonderful, loving parents? Is it not bad enough that Voldamort was around, and death had enough people to last a life time. Why, why did it take them? Of all of the people it picked...it choose the most important people to me. It broke the Marauders up...and not even a Time Turner can change that.
Then again, if I had never doubted Remus, everything would be much different. I wouldn't be sitting in this cell....waiting quietly for the Dementors to drown me in all the guilt, sadness, sorrow and pain. They'll never get me....even if it means I become weak. I've been imprisoned not only in this cell, but with the thought that Pettigrew is still out there....watching and waiting. Who knows what his next move is.
With that I, Sirius Black, watched Cornielus Fudge walk down the Prison's hall. He had an issue of the Daily Prophet in his hand and the only thing I wanted more then anything was to finish at least one crossword puzzle....I never could beat James at it. Maybe this once, I would....
******Story Ends*****
Authors Note: Did you like it? Tell me how it was in a review! Everyone have a wicked Thanksgiving and everyone who doesn't do a Thanksgiving celebration, then I hope you liked it!
Biggest Sirius Wanna Be,
PadfootandProngs91