I disclaim it. Come on, if I owned it, would I be posting little shorts on a fanfiction site?
They say that, even after a star's died, it still shines for a long time after that. I have decided to believe that, no matter what, because maybe, just maybe, if I do, you'll come back to me.
I can't help but believe that you'll soon walk through our (yes, I still say our) bedroom door and call me a sissy for crying about you and telling me that I should've known that it was a joke, that nothing could kill the great Sirius Black.
Kill. That's something I've been debating over. I don't know if you were killed or if you died. I want to hate Bellatrix for a reason more then… well, hate. She didn't cast a killing curse; she didn't cause you any physical damage… except for the fact of not living anymore. It was that veil. THAT DAMNED VEIL!
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lose my temper and have finally decided that I've gone nutters; here I am, writing letters to a dead man. I'm finished, and I'll throw this into the veil, then that's it.
-I love you with all my broken heart
R. J. L.
That is what the note says and that is what the note will always say, Remus decides as he tosses the piece of parchment behind the veil inside the department of mysteries. He strains to hear, to see if one of the mummers is the same as his Sirius. No, he will never get to hear his love again. As he walks away, the words "I love you, my Mate," said in Sirius voice goes unnoticed, blocked out by his walls of denial and grief.
This was a spur of the moment fiction I decided to write when I was reading a summery for another fiction talking about the Dog Star. And I didn't even cry (that I will admit) so I think I deserve a review!