Photograph
By
Child of Evilness and Darkness
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and company; I'm just borrowing them for a while to use in my evil deeds. They will be returned in almost working order.
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He looked into the photograph and saw the past. They were happy back then, happy and laughing. And it made him angry, because he didn't have that anymore. It was a dream he once had, now lost amongst the nightmares of the war.
The war. If the war hadn't happened, they would still be happy. Sirius would still be alive. His parents would still be alive.
It was all so mad, how it started. A boy took his teenaged drama and anger too far, and look what had happened. A whole world began to spin out of control, and many either were pushed off or just couldn't hold on tight enough. And they were all lost until the end of time, beyond the veil.
Sometimes he wished he was beyond the veil with them. It would be a good enough sacrifice, he thought, to be near them all again. A life for a different life, really.
All death is is a different way of life, really. It's not the end; nothing ever is. So why shouldn't he commit himself to that life? Questions plagued his mind, interrupting his dreams. They just wouldn't let him rest in peace.
Rest in peace.
That was all it was, really. Life was just something you had to go through before you had the chance to rest peacefully, and some people had to go through more than others during their time on earth. They were those people, because of the war. It always came back to the war.
They were citizens of the war, and therefore the war was part of them. They began it, they lived in it, and they would someday end it.
But not yet.
And he looked into the photograph, and he saw a life that he had lived before it all began.
And it made him cry.
A/N: Angst is fun to play with. Lots and lots of fun. Yay!
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