Classic Mistakes
ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Rating: PG (don't ask me why. blood?)
Summary: Why did he laugh? (yeah I know this idea is slightly overdone. get over it.)
You laugh because it's funny. Sometimes you even laugh because it's so sad you can't cry. Every now and again you laugh because something has given up on you, whether it be people, the world or Lady Luck. And you even laugh when you know that something had to happen simply because it was classic.
He was laughing because it was classic. It was the cliche way for a book to end, a horror story or something equally fitting. For someone who didn't believe in happy endings, one could be welcomed at that moment. Sirius Black didn't believe in happy endings. He thought it made the story boring. He was wrong. It made the story safe. Not boring at all. Secure.
But he didn't get a cliche 'happily ever after'. No. He got Azkaban. Twelve years in Azkaban. Figures. It would end that way for someone who had lived a reckless life. Being punished for sins commited. Laughing at a classic is only appropriate. And this was very classic.
Not telling anyone was a mistake. The first cliche. Cliches were made for a reason. So people wouldn't make the same mistake twice. It turns out they did anyway. After all, if someone had know, Dumbledore for example, then there would be no mistaking who was the traitor. No classic endings.
Then again, not trusting Remy was a mistake. The second cliche. Remy was probably one of the most trustworthy people around. He radiated innocence despite the fact that he was one of the Marauders and a werewolf. A dark creature. But that was only for a day a month. The rest of the time he was smart, funny Remus Lupin. Whose name was strangely fitting and whose humor was decidedly ironic. The totally trustworthy Moony. And they didn't trust him at all.
Another mistake would've been that they'd trusted Peter. The third cliche. To trust the snivelling traitor himself was the biggest irony of all. Because those they didn't trust were so trustable they passed them over. They always say it's the quiet ones. The quiet ones who people never notice until they realise it would've changed everything if they had done something about them, whether it be help them, or kill them.
If you were to become really bitter you could trace back a bit and find another mistake. His conception. The fourth cliche. Not the final either because you could go further. Cause the stone to ricochet in the well of life. One incident leading to another. To another. To another. Until no one was left and everyone was lying in seas of their own blood.
He supposed this was the most obvious fate for him. People must have seen it coming for a long time now. Must've prayed for it's coming. His trip to Azkaban. The suffering twelve years of screams and the inevitable madness that accompanyed the silent orchestra of depression in the cells. Ignore the shouts of innocence and last words to loved ones.
It wasn't the end anymore. There was more than the classic ending, so maybe it was the classic beginning. Why did he laugh? Because he had to. Because it was classic.
End.
Yeah, I know it's short. But it was written late at night (only midnight) and I might repost it later.
ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Rating: PG (don't ask me why. blood?)
Summary: Why did he laugh? (yeah I know this idea is slightly overdone. get over it.)
You laugh because it's funny. Sometimes you even laugh because it's so sad you can't cry. Every now and again you laugh because something has given up on you, whether it be people, the world or Lady Luck. And you even laugh when you know that something had to happen simply because it was classic.
He was laughing because it was classic. It was the cliche way for a book to end, a horror story or something equally fitting. For someone who didn't believe in happy endings, one could be welcomed at that moment. Sirius Black didn't believe in happy endings. He thought it made the story boring. He was wrong. It made the story safe. Not boring at all. Secure.
But he didn't get a cliche 'happily ever after'. No. He got Azkaban. Twelve years in Azkaban. Figures. It would end that way for someone who had lived a reckless life. Being punished for sins commited. Laughing at a classic is only appropriate. And this was very classic.
Not telling anyone was a mistake. The first cliche. Cliches were made for a reason. So people wouldn't make the same mistake twice. It turns out they did anyway. After all, if someone had know, Dumbledore for example, then there would be no mistaking who was the traitor. No classic endings.
Then again, not trusting Remy was a mistake. The second cliche. Remy was probably one of the most trustworthy people around. He radiated innocence despite the fact that he was one of the Marauders and a werewolf. A dark creature. But that was only for a day a month. The rest of the time he was smart, funny Remus Lupin. Whose name was strangely fitting and whose humor was decidedly ironic. The totally trustworthy Moony. And they didn't trust him at all.
Another mistake would've been that they'd trusted Peter. The third cliche. To trust the snivelling traitor himself was the biggest irony of all. Because those they didn't trust were so trustable they passed them over. They always say it's the quiet ones. The quiet ones who people never notice until they realise it would've changed everything if they had done something about them, whether it be help them, or kill them.
If you were to become really bitter you could trace back a bit and find another mistake. His conception. The fourth cliche. Not the final either because you could go further. Cause the stone to ricochet in the well of life. One incident leading to another. To another. To another. Until no one was left and everyone was lying in seas of their own blood.
He supposed this was the most obvious fate for him. People must have seen it coming for a long time now. Must've prayed for it's coming. His trip to Azkaban. The suffering twelve years of screams and the inevitable madness that accompanyed the silent orchestra of depression in the cells. Ignore the shouts of innocence and last words to loved ones.
It wasn't the end anymore. There was more than the classic ending, so maybe it was the classic beginning. Why did he laugh? Because he had to. Because it was classic.
End.
Yeah, I know it's short. But it was written late at night (only midnight) and I might repost it later.