Wow…I'm so glad that I have fans!! Lol. Anyways, I've been having a lot of Writer's Block lately, and I can't get rid of it!! AHHHH!! Lol. Anyways, I had no idea how to make it so that Kingsley thought it was his "fault". Soo……yeah…lol.
Ummm…after reading this one comment in my DLM story about why I used so many spaces, I experimented around Microsoft Word, and found out that I could actually shorten the spaces!! Lol. Anyways, I changed ALL my stories into this, and the only bad thing is, the stories seem shorter now. I mean, they don't take up as much space!! ~sigh~Oh yeah, you guys!! School's about to start!! I happen to be one of those nerdy kids who's smart. Lol, I mean, I'm not THAT smart…I got C's last year…but my parent's are those weird people who thinks that all that matters in life is how smart you are. ~sigh~. What I mean to say is that updates will take a bit longer here forth. Sorry you guys, but my parents would kill me if I spend more time on stories than studies… They are sooooooo annoying!
Lol, for the last two paragraphs up there^, and this one, I've been posting it in all my stories. I have absolutely no idea why I'm telling you…but…oh well. Lol, r/r please!!
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Kingsley Shacklebolt ~ ShakenKingsley stood next to the window, pacing. It was well over midnight, but he felt wide awake. He always felt that, now, ever since Sirius have gone through the veil.
Sirius……
Kingsley had grown up an only child, almost deprived of outer friendships. Thus, he had taken to studying, thinking that if his childhood was horrible, then his adulthood would at least be worthwhile. He was lonely, but he didn't think about that as he passed his Auror training, and went into office. He was so pleased when he was called upon to take charge of the whereabouts of Sirius Black.
Then, he heard about the stories of Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, telling everyone that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was back. That he was taking power. He didn't think it was rubbish. Kingsley was smart, all that studying when he was young not only helped his brain, but also helped his mind. So, he went to find those who were close to Dumbledore. He wanted to help.
Kingsley found Author Weasley, and Author welcomed him into the Order with warm arms. But nerveless, he was shaken when he found Sirius Black in the headquarters. He had seriously wondered if it was just some strange story that Harry Potter and Dumbledore were spreading, to cause panic. But as Kingsley spent more time in the House of Black, as he began to know Sirius better, he knew that all was true. And he knew that Sirius was innocent.
Sirius…had been a great friend. He was always great to hang around with, and he was very fun. Kingsley had, indeed, been very surprised that so many people were so kind to him…so friendly. As a child, everyone called him a know-it-all, and everyone stayed away from him. But Sirius…Sirius was one of those people that you felt that you could trust your life on. He was kind and gentle, though at the same time, horrible and fierce.
Kingsley sighed. He felt so sorry for Harry…and for all the people who were affected by his death. He felt as if –
Suddenly, there was a tapping at his window. Looking up, he saw a barn owl flapping his wings frantically. He opened the window and pulled the owl in. It seemed to have had a long night, for as soon as Kingsley took its letter, it flew quickly away, as if it didn't want to deliver any more.
Kingsley took the letter and opened it. He saw, that it was from Severus. He read the letter, and then re-read it. So he wasn't alone. Others were feeling pain as well. In a way, he was glad. If he really needed to, he could relate his grief with others. But in another way, he didn't want to. What if they were trying to forget? He would only open the broken wound.
Of course, Kingsley didn't feel like anyone could actually understand his problem. Because it was he, who was to blame for Sirius' death.
To many people, the prospect of this idea would sound absurd, unrealistic. But Kingsley knew better.
When Severus had sent word that Harry was in trouble, Sirius, as expected, jumped up to go save his godson. No one else argued with him. All except Remus. Remus had reminded Sirius about the dangers. But Sirius was still too eager to go and rescue Harry. Only Remus had made a move to stop him. No one else did. Kingsley certainly didn't.
He really didn't know why he didn't stop Sirius. He supposed that he was too preoccupied with how they would rescue Harry. He also assumed that everything would turn out okay. It always had. Kingsley always believed that everything would be "okay".
He wished he didn't.
Why was he so optimistic? Not EVERYTHING always comes out fine. Kingsley supposed that he had forgotten that. Perhaps, after suddenly having no friends to quite a lot, he started to believe that everything would always go his way.
Kingsley sighed. He supposed, that maybe, he ought to talk to Dumbledore, just as Severus suggested. But no, he couldn't. He and Dumbledore hardly were "friends", and he couldn't cope with talking about Sirius anyway.
Kingsley thought. Then, it came to him. Mad-Eye Moody was a long time friend of Dumbledore's. Perhaps he could talk to him. He certainly would understand Dumbledore better than Kingsley would! That's it. He would write him a letter.
Taking a sheet of parchment, he quickly scribbled:
Mad-Eye:
In recent events, Dumbledore has not been feeling his best. He needs to talk to someone, and I was advised. But, Dumbledore and I are not as close as you and he are. I am writing to say that possibly, you may be able to consult with Dumbledore. Thank you.
Kingsley
Kingsley took a look at the letter he held in his hands. Perfect, he decided. It described everything perfectly.
Calling his own owl down, he gave it the letter to clamp in its mouth. "For Mad-Eye," he said, and the owl flew out of the open window.
Kingsley looked after the owl for a minute, then turned away. He felt horribly shaken. Many people would be surprised at this, for they all thought Kingsley to be gentle and calm…for always. His voice sure sounded like it.
But tonight, like many nights before, Kingsley felt, and was, shaken by sorrow and remorse.
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Wow…I feel kinda guilty now. Lol. I mean, this is sort of like no one wants to talk to Dumbledore. Lol……
Hmm… I THINK that was pretty good. I mean, Kingsley really didn't do anything wrong. I couldn't think of anything. Lol. But then again, neither did Mad-Eye, so I'll have a difficult time on that. ~sigh~. You know what? I'm really glad that this is a "feelings" kind of story. I mean, that ways, I don't have to make the chapters extra long or something. Lol. Anyways, review please!!