Yay! Everyone do the happy dance, I've decided what happened to Alexa! Hopefully (and I mean seriously cross your fingers hopefully) my writer's block is gone.
Okay, here's another chapter:
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Sirius stared at the picture in his hands.
He had spent so many years away from her. It nearly killed him. But it was even worse that he would never see her again. She was gone. She had been killed. And it was all his damn fault.
He supposed he should be thankful. They could very well have sucked out her soul. That would have been unbearable for both of them. He couldn't stand to see her like that. She had such a beautiful soul.
Even after he came back to number 12 Grimmauld Place, he didn't look at the picture. It was too painful. And besides, it had been imprinted on his brain for many years. But looking at it made it so much…more real.
He watched himself say the words he could still hear in his mind to this day. "I don't love her."
Her face became furious. "You pig! So you think it's alright to lead innocent girls on?"
"No! I can't help it! I love you!"
"You-you," she struggled for words. Then she flung a pillow at him. He was shocked. Not the reaction he'd been hoping for.
"Well, I love you too!" she screamed furiously, before throwing her arms around his neck and pulling his lips to her.
They tasted like strawberries, Sirius thinks to himself. He laughs lightly despite himself.
He wishes, more than anything, that he could go back in time. Back to that moment. They hadn't known the picture was being taken, but every day he thanked James's memory for hiding behind that couch.
He decides that he wouldn't mind living in that photograph. Not knowing what's going to happen. Blissfully ignorant, lost in the magic of that first kiss.
But now she's gone. And she's never coming back.