Some depressing Sirius Black stuff
Every Time I say ‘hey Siri’ I will remember. I will remember the half dead marauder flooing into his best friends living room and his other best friend and the boy who was desperately in love with him having to watch as Euphemia and Fleamont Potter rushed him upstairs to cure him. I will remember that first, awkward, desperate kiss of many by the stairs. I will remember that outright confession by the fire. I will remember those terrified nights when he stayed home waiting for his Moony to return home from war. I will remember that pure terror when he relished that He Who Must Not Be Named had come and James and Lily were gone. I will remember that reckless anger when he pulled out his wand ready to destroy the traitor. I will remember those long, long, long nights in Azkaban when all he wanted was to melt into his moony’s arms and cry. I will remember that choked reunion behind closed doors where they both sob and kiss and be together.
But most of all, I will remember Sirius Orion Black who died protecting his best friends son, who died with his lover watching and holding the boy back.
Hail Sirius Black who died at the wand of his own cousin.
I DIDN'T NEED THIS OMG SO MUCH PAIN I'M SOBBING
I’M SO SORRY
