Angel: Here's the next one-shot, Chris now has to deal with Sirius's death.
Chris: Angel owns nothing but the plot, and she would like you all to now she hates the fact that Sirius and Dumbledore die, and she doesn't want to write about them, but … she doesn't really have a choice … well she does but …. Whatever.
Angel: The song 'Sober' belongs to Kelly Clarkson, Harry Potter characters and scenes belong to J.K Rowling.
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Chris stared at the headstone in disbelief, he couldn't be gone … he just couldn't. Chris and Harry still needed him, how could he leave them like this. On the headstone in bold black cursive letters was a name: Sirius Orion Black. Rain poured down around everyone standing around the empty grave, their heads bowed as the preacher spoke. Chris stood between Harry and Remus, she held both of their hands in a finger breaking grip but neither said a word. She refused to cry, not yet, not when she needed to be strong.
And I don't know
This could break my heart or save me
Nothing's real
Until you let go completely
So here I go with all my thoughts
I've been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me
Of course the coffin was empty, there was no body for them to bury, he had fell beyond the veil. She felt Remus' hand leave hers as he turned to hug and comfort Tonks, Sirius cousin. Then Harry left her to go to Hermione, who had tears streaming down her face for the man who was like an uncle to her. Chris bit her lip, she wouldn't cry yet, it wasn't her time to grieve yet. She heard soft sobbing in her ear; she turned and saw Mrs. Weasley sobbing in her husbands arms. Again she turned, looking for someone she could comfort. She walked over to where Ginny was crying.
"Come here, Gin." She whispered pulling the younger girl into a hug.
"It's not fair, Why him? He was …. He wasn't … he didn't deserve this!" The younger red head burst out angrily.
"Nobody really deserves to die, Gin, it just happens." She said softly.
"He does, he deserves to die for everything he's done, for all the pain he's caused people, he deserves to die a horrible, painful death." Ginny replied sobbing into Chris's shoulder. Chris squeezed her lightly then turned her to Neville so he could comfort her. Still she wouldn't cry, she wandered around comforting different people not knowing she was being watching by sadden brown eyes.
Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
But I know it's never really over
Fred Weasley watched as Chris stopped next to Professor McGonagall and hugged the crying woman, as Professor Dumbledore watched. He knew she would wait till she was alone, and no one noticed she was gone, to cry. And at that moment he would be there to comfort her. He had promised her, last summer that he would never leave her alone when she needed someone.
And I don't know
I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road
I might catch a glimpse of me
So I won't worry about my timing,
I want to get it right
No comparing, second guessing, no not this time
Three months and I'm still breathing
Been a long road since those hands
I left my tears in but I know
It's never really over, no
Chris looked around their living room at all the people who were there, talking about Sirius's death and how god of a man he was.
'But no one mentions the trouble he got in, or the reckless things he did, or how he died, no one will mention any of the things he loved.' She thought bitterly as she stood beside the long table that had food and drinks on it.
"I think my favorite thing Sirius and James did when they were in school was when they bewitched the entire Great Halls' cups to spit their contents out onto the students drinking from them." Chris turned and saw Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and a few other teachers standing together, they were talking about Sirius' days in school. Chris smiled; they knew what Sirius would have wanted to hear at his funeral.
"FRED WEASLEY! GEORGE WEASLEY!!!" Everyone fell silent at Mrs. Weasley's scream. Standing in the middle of the room was Mrs. Weasley, Fred, and George. At first glance one wouldn't know what the twins were getting in trouble for, but if you looked closer who would see that they had created a banner with Sirius' picture on it, and they had bewitched it to say different phrases… and let's just say some of those phrases shouldn't be said in the company of young children.
Wake up
Three months and I'm still standing here
Three months and I'm getting better yeah
Three months and I still am
"Awww, Mum Sirius wouldn't want a party in his honor to be so dull, we were just trying to liven things up a bit." George said in what he thought was a calming way.
"Liven things up a bit, you say …." She trailed off as Remus started to whisper in her ear, Chris knew he was probably telling her not to worry about it, and that Sirius would love the gesture. While everyone else's attention was diverted she slipped out of the room, walked down the hall and out the back door. She stood out in the rain looking up hoping the rain would mask her tears.
Three months and it's still harder now
Three months I've been living here without you now
Three months yeah
Three months I hurt
Little did she know someone had seen her leave, and that someone had followed her outside. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her, and she just knew, she didn't know how she knew, but she just knew, that it was Fred.
"You'll catch a cold if you stay out here too long." He murmured, as she rested her head on his chest.
"Don't care." She muttered, sniffling, he sighed and rocked her back and forth gently.
"S'not fair." She murmured a minute later once they were thoroughly soaked.
"No it's not, but ya know, it'll take time, a lot of time, and it may not seem like it now, but it'll get better." He whispered as she pulled away and wiped her cheeks.
"Yeah, after a lot of time …. It will." She said looking up at the sky as the rain stopped and the clouds parted, letting the sunshine through. Together they turned, and walked back into the house.
Three months and I'm still breathing
Three months and I still remember it
Three months and I wake up
Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
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Angel: Next how she deals with Dumbledore's death …… this one made me cry a little bit.
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