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Carry on Dancing

He knew her; after all, he was one of the two who fought to have her heart. Sirius pondered for the longest time why she chose Snape over him. He was the good looking one, and he never tried to curse her. Maybe that was it, maybe it was simply the fact he had hurt her. No, that couldn't be it, of course it couldn't. What did she see in him that Sirius missed? Sure, Snape said he became a spy to protect her, but now, she was gone, so why spy any longer, it wasn't like she or Lily were around anymore. He had really loved her, and she knew him better than James, he though. He respected her so highly, and was so afraid of her anger, when she was around and Snape was nearby, they wouldn't dare try to harm the other. He had received one kiss from her, just one. It was during his 5th year and her 3rd, and he remembered that for eternity.

He had seen them at a dance once, and he saw Snape wasn't dancing with her, and so Sirius had asked. She had said yes. As they danced, they talked about things. She knew his feelings for her, and yet she said she couldn't. Severus Snape had won her heart. It broke his in a few ways, but in others, it strengthened it. He could move on, do other things. He promised to protect her, even if she didn't love him.

He was there when it happened. He was there as that spell ran through her body. He remembered the blood. He had seen Snape's tears, and realized why. She was the only one who could reach him and save him from herself, and he did the same for her. Sure, his past was bad, but nothing like Snape's past, and she helped Snape realize that there was good in the world. Sirius remembered the funeral. The ministry was there, but only to see what she had left, so that they could confiscate it. All her stuff was; however, left to Snape and her friends, some books donated to the library, including some diaries. He was there, before Lily and James had died. He saw Snape, and couldn't think of anything to say. The pain was great for them. Remus had said it, he said that she wasn't really gone, she might return someday, so long as they still believed in her friendship and strength. Sirius was left her sketchbook, which moved onto Remus, and Sirius, where he had shaken her hand over an enchanted page, it had turned red, symbolizing his betrayal, blood red. How could he have betrayed her?

He never betrayed her, for Remus had made certain, through prayer at the temple, that she realized it was Peter's betrayal. Sirius still had some red on his page, but Peter's page was a darkened Crimson. She had set up that system, only to see who had betrayed her and who hadn't. Sirius felt like he had, and he had sworn to protect her, and she had died protecting Severus Snape. He felt like dirt, he was nothing better than a Death Eater; he couldn't save her, Lily or James. He still loved her, and hoped one day she would come back and just forgive him. He knew she would, but it hurt to know that she would without a punishment of any kind. She always blamed herself, for anyone who went through pain when she was around. She'd say that if only she was stronger, she could have protected them better and this wouldn't have happened.

He was sent to prison, but he didn't care. It was no more than he deserved. He swore vengeance on Pettigrew, on Voldemort. They had taken the glue that held so many friendships together, the strongest of all friendships. She was tied deeply to her friends, especially Lily and Remus and now the glue was gone from so many students. He couldn't bear not being able to see her and laugh with her again.

The ministry called her a traitor, she married a Death Eater, and she had too much power. He knew the truth, she had married her love, and her power came from the light and the dark, heaven and hell, love and hate. She had trained for countless hours to become stronger, but not to abuse her power and strength and rule, but to protect the ones she loved. The ministry saw her as a threat, but they didn't know. They didn't know and understand like Sirius Black did. He loved her, and she loved him back, that was what he knew, even if she never said it, even if she couldn't find true love more than once, with Severus, as was her curse.

And now, now he'd maybe get to see her again. For now, he too, had passed, and now, his heart would fill with joy again, along with sadness. He couldn't protect Harry anymore, but at least, at least he'd be able to see her again.

At least he could see her, once more.

"Hey Sirius! Come on you don't want to be late!"

A/N: Um…Illegitime Carborundum need not apply, aside from insulting me in a most creative manner, you didn't exactly tell me what was wrong with the story nor did you explain anything. You just insulted me. For one thing illegitimate, you spelled Illegitime, wrong spelling. Your insults are petty because that's all you did. Flamers like you can just sod off and die. Unless you know me personally, going all out in the insult category, a little petty to do so against someone you don't know, right? But I guess that's just me. In your opinion I guess, Maturity Need Not Apply Here. That's how I saw you flame. I've had more mature flamers and you're one of those cowards who won't even leave an e-mail to discuss this... You have issues; I suggest you go see someone. Good day.

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