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Epilogue
I am done... I realize this. My time on earth is going to end shortly. That letter I hope, will explain everything, from life death, from a to z. Lionel came to visit me once here, and I told him to let her grow up with Dumbledore. Maybe, having him as an adoptive father along with my brother, she would not claim the same mistakes, mine, and make them hers. I have not prayed in a very long time, but I do believe that I should. At that moment, I send out a mental message to every God/Goddess/Immortal Being that I have ever heard of, sending them my silent plea. I feel wet, salty, tears run down my face as I lift it towards the heavens.
Please... whoever is up there, do not let my daughter make the same decisions that I have made. Let her be true, let her be good as I once was. And never let her become friends with a Potter... keep her safe. Please.
I decide to go over to Sirius, and lay beside him, snuggling up against him. There is no shame dying like this, in the arms of which the one to my heart belongs. In my death, I will always be there for him and my daughter. I will be a ghost, but they will not know I am there. Subconsciously, in his sleep, his arms snake around my waist, pulling my up against him. It almost makes me want to regret what I was about to do, but not quite. Happiness and Azkaban are never used in the same sentence of thought, speech, or anything. As I lay there, I take my shard and cut deep, gashing slashes across both my right and left wrists. I feel sleepy, and close my eyes. Sirius's face is the last thing I see... and then I am floating... floating away from everything...
THE END