Snape glared at his worst enemies as they talked excitedly in front of the school. It was Christmas break, and Sirius had just received a guitar from his cousin Andromeda. The boy was skilled at the instrument, no doubt. But the dark boy hated the fact that someone like Black could be better at something then him. Regulas stood beside him, along with Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Malfoy, he looked at his brother, and then back to Snape.
"I wish someone would just shut him up…" Snape muttered coldly, his fists clenching as Sirius played another song on the beautiful instrument, gaining a small crowd around him from the other students in Hogwarts who had stayed the break.
The Black parents had to attend to a meeting over the break that the boys were forbidden to be around for, so they had stayed in the building that was their home for most of the year. Severus' parents were also involved in the meeting, and refused him the access of home. To be good friends, the other Marauders had stayed behind with Sirius as well.
Bellatrix nodded glaring at her cousin.
"Despicable. Playing that muggle instrument, here." She huffed, angrily – a tone of jealousy in her voice.
One of the girl's around Sirius asked him to play a song by a muggle band called Aerosmith. Soon the soft sound's of Dream On were being played, and the calm unwavering voice of the normally cocky boy; gently flowed out around the students.
"Someone seriously has to shut him up." Narcissa said repeating Snape.
Regulous looked at the older three, and back at his brother. With a smirk he moved towards the snow below them, and scooped up a rather large snowball. While the Slytherins started to snicker, he took aim, and pelted his brother as hard as he could with the icy substance.
The music stopped dead. Snow dripping from Sirius' hair and face where the snowball had collided, and snow sloshing the guitar in a mess of ice and packed solidified water. Everyone turned to the boy in shock, and it looked like James would attack him, but all were silent as Sirius stood up.
He shook his head, letting the snow fall to the ground, shook off his robes, and rubbed the snow off the guitar. He adjusted his outfit, and calmly, so calmly looked at his brother.
"I remember we were friend's once." And he sat down, and continued to play.
I never was shut up so quickly before in my life. I would have loved it if he had hit me, attacked me with a curse, sent a hex at me. I would have been able to sleep at night…knowing I got what I deserved. But I can't…I was left, staring in shock at my brother as he continued to play that guitar.
His haunting words that were so simple, and yet so deadly to me.
"I remember we were friends once."
I don't remember what I had done to grown so apart from my brother…we had loved each other when we were younger. 'Siri' I would call him. We'd play games that brother's do, and we just talked.
But somehow, now things are different. And that one moment in which he haunted me the rest of my life. I was speechless.
To this day I wonder why he never hit me. Was it because of the music that day? That day that he had been so enveloped in those beautiful songs that Mother had taught us when we were young, he couldn't find it in his heart to attack me?
I never talked to him again. A few days later, him and his friends disappeared from school. No one knows where or why. Only that the rumor was –
they had gone to defeat Voldemort, or at least fight against him.
I joined the Dark Lord's service a year or so later. But I was always haunted by my brother's words.
"I remember we were friends once."