(a/n- warning- this is very sad. please review!)

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Crying Because I am Free: Tale Two

"What do you mean you thought we would desert you?!?!"

I was trying to hold James back from Remus, who was looking on the verge of tears. He had just told us he was a werewolf and James, well, he wasn't upset about Remus being a werewolf, but that he had been keeping it from us, and that he thought that we were low enough to desert him.

As for me? It doesn't make a difference to me whether he was keeping it from us or not, but I just don't know what was wrong with.

James yells at Remus again, and I can't take it anymore.

"Stop it, James!" I yell, "It's not Remus's fault!"

He turns around and glares at me. "Shut up, Sirius! Just shut the hell up!"

"No, James! Because you need to stop yelling at our best friend for no reason!"

"Best friend my ass! He lied to us, Sirius!"

"You can't hate him just because he's different. You're just like my mother!"

James stares at me in shock. Remus's dark brown eyes are filling up with tears. Poor Remus. He hates fighting.

I storm out of the common room and up to my bed.

"Well," I say to myself, "I've lost everything now. Absolutely everything. Ah, what's the point anymore? They'll make up, I know it."

I grab a spare piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink. I scribble a note, fold it up, and grasp it tightly in my hand.

I run over to my truck and grab my broomstick and a bottle of poison I keep for, well, I don't really know, maybe in case I ever feel like poisoning my parents.

I run outside and onto the Quidditch Pitch. I've decided that I can drink the poison before I fall, so if the fall doesn't kill me then the poison will. Of course, I'll be keeping antidote in my pocket in case I change my mind, but I highly doubt I'll need to use it.

I mount my broom. This is it. James and Remus are taking a walk near the field. Not together, of course. Good. I want to be with my friends when I die. I guess I'm doing this partially for them. I want the death of Sirius Black to make them become better friends than they ever were. I'm about 150 feet in the air. That should be high enough. I let myself fall off, my long black hair fluttering in the wind.

The grass quickly approaches. I ready myself, closing my eyes. No more beatings, no more yelling, no more fighting. No more having to face my mother, waiting for her to strike. It will all be perfect. I smile.

I hear a crack and feel a sharp pain go up my spine. I can feel the poison burning inside me. I hear Remus and James scream in the distance, and they run over to me, both sobbing.

"Oh God, Siri, what did you do?" James says to me.

"I did it for you two," I whisper, my voice becoming weaker. "Note." I lift up my arm as best as I can and hand James the note.

"Promise me," I say almost inaudibly. I can feel my heartbeat begin to fade. "That you'll always stay friends. And think of me with a smile."

They both nod.

"Good," I mouth.

A bit of blood trickles out of the corner of my mouth, and I feel myself passing, having last images of my two best friends. No more fighting.

And I'm crying.

Crying because I am free.