Author's Notes: Be nice. Please? Okay. Thank you. This is my first attempt at anything other than a one-shot (behold! a two-shot!) and it's my first story uploaded onto I couldn't be more terrified. n.n''
But anyway, this is a two-shot, and please please please review, and I'll get chapter two up as soon as I can (whether you like it or not! Nya!).
Don't flame me. Please. It's not nice and causes Padfoot to weep in his corner of woe. TT
Warnings: Mild language. Not too bad, but then again, I could be wrong. .''
Disclamer: Everything you recognize is not mine. They belong to the wonderful imagination of a certain Miss J. K. Rowling, of whom I hate with a passion for taking up all of the creativity before I even had a go. TT
Sirius Black was mad. No, not just mad. He was furious.
Scratch that, he was downright pissed.
He, the wonderful, clever, amazingly sexy Sirius Black, was…dead. And not a heroic death, either. Well, he supposed it was heroic, in its own right. But, really, to be killed by his female cousin? To be pushed into a curtain? To be killed, ultimately, by drapery? That's a wimp's death. Sirius Black, he reasoned with himself, was not a wimp, dammit.
Sirius Black was amazing, he was the wonderful Padfoot, co-founder of the Marauders, the Sex God of Hogwarts (while he was there), so why the hell was he dead?
Why the hell had he died alone?
Why did he, the amazingly awesome Sirius Black, feel such regret, looking back at his life?
Why did it hurt so much to see his life flash before him in the split second he was falling through that damned veil?
And why, in the name of all that is awesome, did it have to be curtains?
Because he remembered the people he couldn't, or wouldn't in one case, save…it had hit him in the gut.
Seeing his brother in his brief flashbacks had almost made him sob with guilt.
Seeing his best mate, Prongs, in another got him that much closer to sobbing with the guilt he had suppressed for years.
And trust me, it took a lot to get the ever-awesome Sirius Black to sob.
Sometimes.
Okay, so he had a weakness for sappy muggle romance movies, but so what! Everyone cries at those.
And when he saw that show with the drowning puppy.
And when- never mind.
The point is that Sirius Black did not sob often.
But that night, after he fell through that veil, after he saw the horrible flashbacks that made his heart ache…he, the amazing, ever-confident, devilishly handsome heartbreaker (known during his Hogwarts days for never crying in public (among other things)) sobbed his heart out.
"Damn, Padfoot. Never thought I'd see the day!" Prongs' voice came, as the young man thumped his friend on the back.
Through his sobs, Sirius could only choke out a strangled, "W-what?"
Prongs grinned cheekily in that way of his, and Sirius could see Lily smiling behind him.
"Why, the day the amazingly awesome Sirius Black sobbed over something other than The Lakehouse."
Sirius Black had to admit, though his best mate was an annoying git, it was good to see him again.
But, he fumed, not enough to erase the fact that he was killed by drapery.
He knew that fear of curtains he established long ago wasn't unjustified.
Take that, Moony.