Title: Phineas Nigellus Black
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 258
Summary: Phineas after his brother's death.
Notes: Written for the Scavenger Hunt at Hogwarts forum. Character: Phineas Nigellus Black
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Six year old Phineas didn't move. He sat on his bed, staring at the plain grey wall. He knew he should be helping with Elladora and Isla, but he just couldn't.
His mind continued running over everything that had happened. His big brother was gone, dead. Phineas swallowed, feeling the lump in his throat.
It had been so painful to watch Sirius disintegrate. Dragon Pox was a brutal disease and left the victim at its mercy. Sirius's death had been drawn out and painful, and Phineas had a front row seat for it.
Phineas had known when Sirius's body had been starting to give up, and although it hurt, Phineas knew it was for the best so Sirius could rest in peace.
The day before, Phineas had snuck into Sirius's room. He had taken his big brother's hand and gave it a tight squeeze. "It's okay, Sirius. You can go. Don't be afraid. I'll take care of Elladora and Isla. I promise." He kissed the hand and left as quietly as he came.
This morning, it was announced by their father that Sirius had passed on in the middle of the night. Phineas sniffled, but he resolutely didn't allow the tears to fall. He had to be strong, even if it was only for his sisters.
His mind remembered his vow to Sirius. He needed to take care of them, make sure they were alright. Make sure they understood about Sirius's death.
He got up from his bed and left his room. He had a job to do.