As soon as I got back to Grimmauld place, I collapsed in a chair in the kitchen, not bothering to help the others. I couldn't believe it. Sirius, my Padfoot, was… gone. Like that. Poof. He was dead.
Having to tell Harry that he had gone was so hard – saying it aloud made it seem so much more real, so much more painful. But the worst of it was the agonizing sense of grief and sorrow that came over me, and the nauseating feeling that I had of him sitting right beside me, whispering comforting reassurances into my ear, and the slight awareness of someone stroking my hand with rough yet gentle fingers.
It's alright, my Moony, I could hear him say. I'd only ducked behind the veil, I was hiding. Now there, love, don't cry, I'm right here… shhh…And he would kiss the top of my head as I shifted onto his convenient lap and cried into his shoulder.
After a few minutes, I realized that I was actually sobbing into a real person, and I gasped and looked up at my comforter, tears still coursing down my face.
It was Tonks, and I fiercely shoved her away - I wanted to be alone.
At one point, someone came into the kitchen, no doubt attracted by the amount of noise I must have been making. I think it was Molly Weasley, but I can't be sure. She left shortly after she had entered, probably wanting to give me some privacy.
That night I retired to the room I used to share with Sirius. The queen-sized four-poster looked ominous, and the blankets were rumpled from that morning when Sirius had gotten out of bed and not bothered to make it again. Stripping down to my underclothes, I opened the dusty wardrobe and pulled on one of Sirius's favorite nightshirts. It fell down to just past my knees, and as I crawled under the freezing covers, not into Sirius's arms as I had done for so long, but into bleak, empty nothingness, I suddenly felt so alone.
The feeling of isolation and loss was so great that it overtook me, and with a small cry I curled into the fetal position, trying vainly to protect myself from the cold darkness that was now settling over my heart.
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LSL: Well, that was quite the pick-me-up, no? Anyway, I hope you liked. And I apologize if it seemed... overdone. I was trying to 'expand my vocabulary and my descriptive ability'.. but hey, it turned out okay, didn't it?!