Snowflake
The state of empty numbness – yeah, that was exactly the way I felt, when I returned to Number 12 Grimmauldplace. I can barely remember how Alastor dragged me by the arm from the ministry. He must have spoken soothing words to me; however I can not recall absorbing just one word of it. Everything was like some film I was watching and the only picture I had in my mind, the last one I had of him, was the surprised and at the same time startled look on his face as the curse of his cousin hit him.
Slowly the shock turned to grief, the grief to anger.
Moody was still leading me. Another picture rose in front of my eyes and replaced his face, his wide eyes. Harry, who is crying like a maniac and wants to follow him through the veil, but he must not do this! Not him as well! I hold him back and spoke some soothing words, just like Moody was doing right now. I looked up. We had reached Grimmauldplace and I couldn't deny the dark despair anymore, which threatened to drown me.
Silent tears found their way down my cheekbones. A never ending flood, which wouldn't bring him back neither.
The next time I remember, I was sitting in the dingy basement kitchen; the time in between was lost somehow. I am alone now, for Alastor had to go, to visit the other injured members of the order. Yeah, I was injured deeply.
Shadowy memories appeared in front of my eyes. Sirius, when I first saw him on the Hogwarts-Express. He laughed wildly together with James, probably discussing their latest prank. Dead men don't laugh anymore.
Padfoot was running towards me, playfully wagging his tail and barking like mad.
Our reunion in the Shrieking Shack. The glimmer in his eyes as we embraced.
Sirius, bitter and imprisoned, in his last days alive.
Sirius' wide eyes, when he fell backwards trough the veil.
He was the snowflake, which was melted by the sun before it had a chance to reach the floor at all.
FIN
The state of empty numbness – yeah, that was exactly the way I felt, when I returned to Number 12 Grimmauldplace. I can barely remember how Alastor dragged me by the arm from the ministry. He must have spoken soothing words to me; however I can not recall absorbing just one word of it. Everything was like some film I was watching and the only picture I had in my mind, the last one I had of him, was the surprised and at the same time startled look on his face as the curse of his cousin hit him.
Slowly the shock turned to grief, the grief to anger.
Moody was still leading me. Another picture rose in front of my eyes and replaced his face, his wide eyes. Harry, who is crying like a maniac and wants to follow him through the veil, but he must not do this! Not him as well! I hold him back and spoke some soothing words, just like Moody was doing right now. I looked up. We had reached Grimmauldplace and I couldn't deny the dark despair anymore, which threatened to drown me.
Silent tears found their way down my cheekbones. A never ending flood, which wouldn't bring him back neither.
The next time I remember, I was sitting in the dingy basement kitchen; the time in between was lost somehow. I am alone now, for Alastor had to go, to visit the other injured members of the order. Yeah, I was injured deeply.
Shadowy memories appeared in front of my eyes. Sirius, when I first saw him on the Hogwarts-Express. He laughed wildly together with James, probably discussing their latest prank. Dead men don't laugh anymore.
Padfoot was running towards me, playfully wagging his tail and barking like mad.
Our reunion in the Shrieking Shack. The glimmer in his eyes as we embraced.
Sirius, bitter and imprisoned, in his last days alive.
Sirius' wide eyes, when he fell backwards trough the veil.
He was the snowflake, which was melted by the sun before it had a chance to reach the floor at all.
FIN