Sirius?
Warning: This contains spoilers for the book, so don't read on if you've either not finished reading, or are less than half way through. Not to mention that it's a bit sick. Disclaimer: Don't own a thing you recognise. I just borrowed Sirius and Hermione for a while. I'll put them back, promise. Oh and I nicked an extract from the book. Rating: You tell me, probably R. Suicide, Violence, Language, and mabye shagging.Wouldn't want this to really happen, but the plot (if you can call it that) just popped into my highly demented brain. Set: During the fifth book, haven't finished reading, (don't ask). Summary: After Hermione told Harry and Ron that she thought Sirius was trying to live through them, she has a nightmare in which Sirius trys to hurt himself, she goes to check on him and.
Chapter 1- Living through you
"I was just wondering," Hermione said, her voice stronger now, "whether we're doing the right thing, starting this Defence Against the Dark Arts group."
"What?" said Harry and Ron together.
"Hermione, it was your idea in the first place!" said Ron indignanly.
"I know," said Hermione, twisting her fingers together. "But after talking to Snuffles."
"But he's all for it," said Harry.
"Yes," siad Hermione, staring at the window again. "Yes, that's what made me think mabye it wasn't wasn't a good idea after all."
Peeves floated about over them on his stomach, peeshooter at the ready, automaticaly all three of them lifted their bags to cover their heads until he ahd passed.
"Let's get this straight," said Harry angrily, as they put their bags back on the floor, "Sirius agrees with us, so you don't think we should do it anymore?"
Hermione looked tense and rather miserable. Now staring at her own hands, she said, "Do you honestly trust his judgment?"
"Yes I do!" said Harry at once. "He's always given us great advise!"
It was a few momnets before Hermione spoke again, and it sounded as though she was choosing her words very carefully.
"You don't think has become. sort of.recklace.since he's been coped up in Grimmauld Place? You don't think he's been.kind of.living through us?"
"What d'you mean, 'living through us'?" Harry retorted.
"I mean. well, I think he'd love to be forming secret Defence societies right under the nose of someone from the ministry. I think he's really frustrated at how little he can do from where he is. so I think that he's keen to egg us on."
(end of extract)
Later that evening, Hermione had decided to have an early night, and crept up the stairs, as to not draw attention to herself. Harry and Ron were being off with her, and she didn't want to get into antother argument. After getting ready for bed, she crawled under the covers, glad to be warm again, and very soon, she drifted off to sleep.
Hermione was walking down a hall which was oddly familiar, on the right wall was what looked like a picture, but it was covered by long, heavy curtains so she couldn't tell. She carried on, and started to walk up the stairs, slowly, not wanting to make a noise. After a while, she was at the top of the house, facing a door. She reached for the handle, but found that it was locked. "Alohomora."
The lock on the door clicked, and Hermione tried again this time with more success.
Hermione opened the door and walked in, closing the door quietly behind her.
But then stopped dead at what she saw by the bed.
Sirius Black, was sitting with his head resting on the edge of the bed, holding a razor. And he seemed to be talking to himself.
"No use.can't help any.whats the point.useless." His voice was low, and it had an air of hopelessness to it, like he had given up on everything.
Hermione mananged to come out of her frozen position.
"Sirius?" She said croakily.
"Need to get out.need to.need to escape.let me out.can't go out."
"Sirius?" Hermione said louder.
"It's all my fault.Harry.everybody.none of this would have happened.stupid.shouldn't have changed..James.Lily.I killed them.I KILLED THEM!"
And then, to Hermione's shick, Sirius started crying. It also seemed that he had yet to notice Hermione was there.
Hermione walked slowly over to where Sirius was. Gosd he looked awful. His face was extremly stubbly, there was dark marks under his eyes from lack of sleep, he was very pale, and the tears were almost black with dirt.
Hermione crouched down beside him, and cautiously put her arm around him.
It seemed that for the first time, he realised she was there, as he leaned his head on her shoulder, breathing heavily. The arm Hermione had put around Sirius' shoulders was joined by her other arm, as she pulled him into a hug. He rapped his arms around her, and again to her surprise, pulled her into his lap. They stayed like that for quite a while, Sirius' talking had stopped, and soon he stopped crying.
Hermione decided now was the time to say something, "It wasn't your fault."
Sirius stiffened slightly at this, he brought his head up off Hermione's shoulder so that he was looking down on Hermione, "Yes it was," he croaked out.
"No it wasn't, nobody knew what Peter was up to, none of this is your fault, the only one who's to blame is Peter." Hermione said.
Sirius remained silent, Hermione, seeing that he was still not convinced, snuggled closer to him, and said, "Do you seriously think that if I thought any of this was your fault, I would be cuddled up in your lap? Do you think I would have stopped you." Hermione trailed off, her gaze falling on the razor blade.
Sirius saw what she was looking at and quickly said, "its not what it looks like."
"Not what it looks like? If you weren't going to hurt yourself, what were you going to do, shave you legs?" Hermione asked trying but failing to keep a strait face at the idea of Sirius sitting on the floor, shaving his legs.
Sirius laughed, laughed properly, which he hadn't done since Harry hasd left. Well, there was nothing to laugh at.
But then Hermione abruptly stopped laughing. The whole atmosphere changed. Hermione didn't know why, it just, it just didin't feel right. It felt as though the whole room had became cold, a dark cloud had decended, waiting to pour doom down on the people below.
Sirius had pulled her into another hug, and whispered, "thank you."
Hermione hugged back, and was to busy thinking about Sirius, to notice his hand slip inside her robes. She also didn't notice when he took her wand form her inside pocket.
"Bye." Sirius whispered to Hermione, raising her own wand at her.
"Sirius, what are you-"
"Rictusemtra a Pranisca"
Hermione was thrown back, her back, not hitting the back bedroom wall as she had expected, but hitting the hallway wall with a crash. Her insides felt like jelly. As she had passed through the wall, she had felt as though she was going to die. She had heard what sounded like wind blowing through the house, blowing through her, chilling her to the bone. Hermione slipped down the wall, landing in a heap at the floor.
But she bolted upright, her insides coming back as a ten tone weight. The razor. What if he.?
God no.
Hermione threw herself at the door, yanking the handle down, but to no avail. She tried every spell she could think of, but she couldn't get in. Hermione froze when she heard the sound of something hitting the carpet.
Blood.
"NO!" Hermione screamed, throughing herself at the door, even though she knew it was no use.
"Nononononono," Hermione whispered, falling on her knees on the floor.
The door suddenly crumbled, and Hermione looked up, but soon wished she hadn't.
Sirius was slouched against the bed, the razor had dropped from his hands, and was lying, covered in blood on the blood soaked carpet beside him.
He'd cut his wrists, blood was still pouring from the cuts.
Hermione got up. Mabye he was still alive.
She went to go through the door, but was thrown back.
The blood was starting to come slower now, not as much. He was-
Dead.
The barrior seemed to shatter, as if it were glass. Hermione ran over to Sirius, and crouched down beside him, she checked his pulse, mabye she was wrong mabye he wasn't-
No pulse.
Hermione burst into to tears.
Harry, what would he do now-
"Sirius."
Warning: This contains spoilers for the book, so don't read on if you've either not finished reading, or are less than half way through. Not to mention that it's a bit sick. Disclaimer: Don't own a thing you recognise. I just borrowed Sirius and Hermione for a while. I'll put them back, promise. Oh and I nicked an extract from the book. Rating: You tell me, probably R. Suicide, Violence, Language, and mabye shagging.Wouldn't want this to really happen, but the plot (if you can call it that) just popped into my highly demented brain. Set: During the fifth book, haven't finished reading, (don't ask). Summary: After Hermione told Harry and Ron that she thought Sirius was trying to live through them, she has a nightmare in which Sirius trys to hurt himself, she goes to check on him and.
Chapter 1- Living through you
"I was just wondering," Hermione said, her voice stronger now, "whether we're doing the right thing, starting this Defence Against the Dark Arts group."
"What?" said Harry and Ron together.
"Hermione, it was your idea in the first place!" said Ron indignanly.
"I know," said Hermione, twisting her fingers together. "But after talking to Snuffles."
"But he's all for it," said Harry.
"Yes," siad Hermione, staring at the window again. "Yes, that's what made me think mabye it wasn't wasn't a good idea after all."
Peeves floated about over them on his stomach, peeshooter at the ready, automaticaly all three of them lifted their bags to cover their heads until he ahd passed.
"Let's get this straight," said Harry angrily, as they put their bags back on the floor, "Sirius agrees with us, so you don't think we should do it anymore?"
Hermione looked tense and rather miserable. Now staring at her own hands, she said, "Do you honestly trust his judgment?"
"Yes I do!" said Harry at once. "He's always given us great advise!"
It was a few momnets before Hermione spoke again, and it sounded as though she was choosing her words very carefully.
"You don't think has become. sort of.recklace.since he's been coped up in Grimmauld Place? You don't think he's been.kind of.living through us?"
"What d'you mean, 'living through us'?" Harry retorted.
"I mean. well, I think he'd love to be forming secret Defence societies right under the nose of someone from the ministry. I think he's really frustrated at how little he can do from where he is. so I think that he's keen to egg us on."
(end of extract)
Later that evening, Hermione had decided to have an early night, and crept up the stairs, as to not draw attention to herself. Harry and Ron were being off with her, and she didn't want to get into antother argument. After getting ready for bed, she crawled under the covers, glad to be warm again, and very soon, she drifted off to sleep.
Hermione was walking down a hall which was oddly familiar, on the right wall was what looked like a picture, but it was covered by long, heavy curtains so she couldn't tell. She carried on, and started to walk up the stairs, slowly, not wanting to make a noise. After a while, she was at the top of the house, facing a door. She reached for the handle, but found that it was locked. "Alohomora."
The lock on the door clicked, and Hermione tried again this time with more success.
Hermione opened the door and walked in, closing the door quietly behind her.
But then stopped dead at what she saw by the bed.
Sirius Black, was sitting with his head resting on the edge of the bed, holding a razor. And he seemed to be talking to himself.
"No use.can't help any.whats the point.useless." His voice was low, and it had an air of hopelessness to it, like he had given up on everything.
Hermione mananged to come out of her frozen position.
"Sirius?" She said croakily.
"Need to get out.need to.need to escape.let me out.can't go out."
"Sirius?" Hermione said louder.
"It's all my fault.Harry.everybody.none of this would have happened.stupid.shouldn't have changed..James.Lily.I killed them.I KILLED THEM!"
And then, to Hermione's shick, Sirius started crying. It also seemed that he had yet to notice Hermione was there.
Hermione walked slowly over to where Sirius was. Gosd he looked awful. His face was extremly stubbly, there was dark marks under his eyes from lack of sleep, he was very pale, and the tears were almost black with dirt.
Hermione crouched down beside him, and cautiously put her arm around him.
It seemed that for the first time, he realised she was there, as he leaned his head on her shoulder, breathing heavily. The arm Hermione had put around Sirius' shoulders was joined by her other arm, as she pulled him into a hug. He rapped his arms around her, and again to her surprise, pulled her into his lap. They stayed like that for quite a while, Sirius' talking had stopped, and soon he stopped crying.
Hermione decided now was the time to say something, "It wasn't your fault."
Sirius stiffened slightly at this, he brought his head up off Hermione's shoulder so that he was looking down on Hermione, "Yes it was," he croaked out.
"No it wasn't, nobody knew what Peter was up to, none of this is your fault, the only one who's to blame is Peter." Hermione said.
Sirius remained silent, Hermione, seeing that he was still not convinced, snuggled closer to him, and said, "Do you seriously think that if I thought any of this was your fault, I would be cuddled up in your lap? Do you think I would have stopped you." Hermione trailed off, her gaze falling on the razor blade.
Sirius saw what she was looking at and quickly said, "its not what it looks like."
"Not what it looks like? If you weren't going to hurt yourself, what were you going to do, shave you legs?" Hermione asked trying but failing to keep a strait face at the idea of Sirius sitting on the floor, shaving his legs.
Sirius laughed, laughed properly, which he hadn't done since Harry hasd left. Well, there was nothing to laugh at.
But then Hermione abruptly stopped laughing. The whole atmosphere changed. Hermione didn't know why, it just, it just didin't feel right. It felt as though the whole room had became cold, a dark cloud had decended, waiting to pour doom down on the people below.
Sirius had pulled her into another hug, and whispered, "thank you."
Hermione hugged back, and was to busy thinking about Sirius, to notice his hand slip inside her robes. She also didn't notice when he took her wand form her inside pocket.
"Bye." Sirius whispered to Hermione, raising her own wand at her.
"Sirius, what are you-"
"Rictusemtra a Pranisca"
Hermione was thrown back, her back, not hitting the back bedroom wall as she had expected, but hitting the hallway wall with a crash. Her insides felt like jelly. As she had passed through the wall, she had felt as though she was going to die. She had heard what sounded like wind blowing through the house, blowing through her, chilling her to the bone. Hermione slipped down the wall, landing in a heap at the floor.
But she bolted upright, her insides coming back as a ten tone weight. The razor. What if he.?
God no.
Hermione threw herself at the door, yanking the handle down, but to no avail. She tried every spell she could think of, but she couldn't get in. Hermione froze when she heard the sound of something hitting the carpet.
Blood.
"NO!" Hermione screamed, throughing herself at the door, even though she knew it was no use.
"Nononononono," Hermione whispered, falling on her knees on the floor.
The door suddenly crumbled, and Hermione looked up, but soon wished she hadn't.
Sirius was slouched against the bed, the razor had dropped from his hands, and was lying, covered in blood on the blood soaked carpet beside him.
He'd cut his wrists, blood was still pouring from the cuts.
Hermione got up. Mabye he was still alive.
She went to go through the door, but was thrown back.
The blood was starting to come slower now, not as much. He was-
Dead.
The barrior seemed to shatter, as if it were glass. Hermione ran over to Sirius, and crouched down beside him, she checked his pulse, mabye she was wrong mabye he wasn't-
No pulse.
Hermione burst into to tears.
Harry, what would he do now-
"Sirius."