It was a cold summer night for this time of year. In the middle of August it wasn't what everyone wanted. Children had to stay inside because of the rain that had been terrorizing the land for days. Floods and mudslides were happening in the North. It was already dark outside and no one seemed to want to leave his or her house, especially one.
His house was standing in the middle of nowhere on a low hill. The long grasses around the house were all laying flat on the ground from the howling winds and a warm light came from one of the windows. You couldn't actually call it a house; it was more of a small cabin with a living room, kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. The warm light came from the fire in the fireplace and a man was sitting in a big comfortable armchair.
The man didn't seem to be aware of his surroundings at all but more in deep thought. The thoughts didn't seem to be happy ones as he was frowning the whole time and his eyes spoke sadness. In his hand was a glass probably filled with some sort of liqueur. He was sitting so still that he looked like a statue but suddenly he moved to take a sip of his drink. When his arm came down you could see a tear slowly rolling down his cheek and a soft whisper could be heard "I'm sorry".
He had messed everything up that was important in his life. He could never live with what he had done but he couldn't kill himself because it wasn't his time yet. He knew he would die eventually and probably sooner than later but he still had to set some things right. There were so many things he wanted to set right, a cure for lycanthropy, getting Black back and most of all getting the person back who always had faith in him. Who actually seemed to love him as his father should have. But most of those things he probably could never do.
He was getting close to the cure for lycanthropy but he would know tomorrow is this new one was any closer to his goal. The other two were much harder, if not impossible. It wasn't that he liked Black but he shouldn't have died, at least not like that and maybe there was a way to get behind the veil in the Ministry of Magic. That only left the person he had killed himself, the most important person in his life, Dumbledore. He didn't want to kill him and he had done so much to prevent that. It had been an confusing evening when it happened. He hadn't been informed before hand so he couldn't warn anyone. When he finally did find out there had been no way out