Hey all- This is a one-shot short little ficlet. Enjoy! Warning: CONTAINS BOOK 5 SPOILERS! Slash warning. Review please!
Alone the word itself seems simple, so one-leveled. In reality its a word with endless meaning, leaving a void that will never be filled. My dear Sirius, my padfood, gone. I look back on what I once had, a member of the infamous mauraders. Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail. Now there is one. Our dear Prongs lost at the hands of him betrayed by our own wormtail! Then there was just us, Moony and Padfoot left to mourn and carry on. Now there is one. I feel so desolate, so alone. I will never forget my love, my dear Sirius. He carried me through everything, and he still loved me when he learned I was a werewolf. he was my life, my everything.
I can't forget the feel of his embrace, the taste of his kiss. I often awake at night grasping for him, stretching my arm to his empty place in my bed. I wake up weeping, the sorrow tearing away at me. Nothing can ever take his place, I am empty.
"Sirius why." I wail, falling to my knees in the empty silence of the night. I longed for his voice, his touch, his kiss, everything that I had so selfishly taken for granted. I remember trying to comfort Harry in his grief when my own could not be ebbed. I don't know if I will recover, but I know that I must carry on for him. He who had endured so much never lost hope, he treasured every moment of his life. He was me beacon of happiness and hope, my love, my padfoot.
Looking up now I know I should not greive, he wouldn't want that. He would want me to carry on and endure, to find love once again. But I can't help it, or so I thought. Now, I walk across my room and find his journal, and on the cover in elegant letters it reads:
Maurauders never say die.