Brain just came up with the saddest junk for no reason while listening to a specific song, but the gist of it is:
Ben sacrifices himself to save the universe by using a black hole device to destroy Vilgax but also himself. He survived into his mid 70s, still going strong but can feel himself dying. He doesn't want to die in a bed being useless to the universe, so he steals the device from Azmuth, goes up into orbit, and never comes back down. He'd married Rook, his lifelong bonded, but in the end Rook couldn't stop him from doing it, even if, goddammit, he tried. The news hits Earth first, of his and Vilgax's death. Rook's kind live 100 years older than humans on average, and while Ben aged Rook had barely changed after he hit 25. Returning to earth it's being announced that Ben is gone, and it hits the universe in the most bittersweet moment that could be.
Vilgax is dead, finally there can be some semblance of peace. But along with him, the greatest hero the universe had known was gone.
The rest of the night was spent with Harry’s small snores along matching with the bustling wind hitting the side of the misshapen home. Every moment I attempted simply shot down by the small boy residing in my arms, grabbing on harder after even the slightest movement as if I was going to leave.
I did not leave until that morning for fact, I’d fallen asleep sometime that night, rocking back and forth on a rickety old chair that had been spelled into silence. Harry’s hand gripped so tightly onto my shirt that it took ages for me to even find slumber. It wasn’t until he’d woken up crying that Molly came to check on us, holding the other boy around his age with a bottle floating right alongside him. She simply nodded to me and started her walk downstairs, so carrying him I followed. She’d offered to let me stay longer and I was going to say yes before that boy from yesterday's rat bit me again, which brought me back into the reality of what I was doing. Declining her offer, we made arrangements for me to come and visit in a few days time before I floo’d out.
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I didn’t know exactly what to do now, I wasn’t some muggle detective or a special auror and even they weren’t doing anything involving this. The photo was practically burning a hole in my pocket, but that's just it, I have nothing else to go off of on McGonagall’s wild chase that is just going off my own hope. My own desire to see Sirius out of Azkaban and back with me and not guilty of what everyone may believe. The idea itself seems far too good to be true, with everything that has happened, anything good coming out of this seems insane.
Finding an edge of the sidewalk to sit on I rest my head in my hands for a moment, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in. Every muscle in my body slowly started to relax as I focused on my breathing. I could feel my hands shake at every breath, I start practically digging my fingers into my eyes trying to distract myself, my fingertips barely dragging over the small thin lines I put onto my own skin.
The rain started slowly at first. I couldn’t tell how long I was sitting here before it started. A few droplets here and there hit my back, barely soaking through the thick material of my coat. It stayed like that for a few minutes, the sun still shining while it just sparingly rained.
As time passed the sky grew darker, the wind grew stronger, and the rain hitting my back became harder and faster. I could feel the rain soaking through my coat and reaching my shirt. I could hear people opening their umbrellas quickly and their feet rushing through the rising puddles.
Soon it was just me on the once people filled street, I was the only one left, still sitting here, on the empty street. That’s how everything felt, even with Molly letting me see the boy, everything just felt so baron. It shouldn’t be Molly letting me see Harry, it shouldn’t be McGonagal I speak to the most.
But hey, atleast the rain felt nice.
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I spent ages sitting there, letting the rain soak everything on me. I didn’t even bother to try and dry myself off before walking into the cottage. What was the point when Sirius wasn’t here to scold me with fake facts about the rug.
“It's silk Darling you can not get it wet it will simply ruin the structural integrity” Sirius said, throwing the old Gryffindor scarf over his shoulder in a dramatic turn. Scoffing loudly as I proceed to walk into the house.
“I guarantee you have no idea what any of those words mean” He scoffed once again, only somehow louder this time.
“I know the word wet, and I can definitely show you what the word ruin needs if you need help” A smirk spread across his face by the obvious shock of mine at his words. Grabbing my shoe from where I placed it a moment ago and threw it square at Sirius. Laughter sounded all throughout the house as he barely dodged the shoe. Leaning down to grab the other one, noticing my action he started to run and I-
A knock on the window took me out of the memory.
“The rug was 5$ at a muggle thrift store” I muttered to myself as I went to see what disrupted my peaceful state. An owl sat on the outside of the window, one I did not recognize. But before I could investigate it anymore it simply dropped the letter it was holding and flew away.
The world was slowly being destroyed by us. Every week a new construction project was being announced and every response would praise it. As if cutting down trees to put a new light post made any sense. The only way to enjoy the untouched world is to drive hours away to the middle of nowhere, yet humans have destroyed that too. You don't dare risk going anywhere without cell service and a way to defend yourself, otherwise, you could be victim to the horrors that go on in some people's brains.
