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His father was in his death bed, literally minutes away from death. He was completely alone. Walburga has passed away a few years ago, Voldemort was not pleased by her son's mistakes. Regulus was missing, prompt dead...he was the only one left. The only one by his side after everything.
He didn't really hate his father. Disgusted? Sure...but never hate. A few things can earn his hate, but not his father.
"Does it hurt" the childish question had escaped before he had time to stop it.
His father gave a weak, small smirk "Dying? Not at all," whisper Orion. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep."
Sirius wanted to laugh at that memory. His father was right. He remembers clearly the day he asks that question. After Bellatrix's curse hit him, he could feel how his body quickly shut down. He felt no more pain after the slight sting that the damnable curse caused. At least he died with no regret...
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Ok, that was pure shit. He died regretting a lot of things. The death of his beloved, the death of his best friend, the death of his brother, leaving Harry alone again. At this point, he even felt a little tiny regret for how he treated Snivellous in their school years. He wonders...if he could go back in time if things were done differently, would that really change the course of history?
"That's it! That's all he needs! One more chance. Please Muggle God, if you are listening, grand me a second chance. That's all I need! A second chance to make things right! To save his brothers, both blood and loyalty!"
Did he felt...warm? No, that's not entirely true...his legs felt warm, but his upper half felt cold. His body felt heavy. Way too heavy. He did not like it! Sirius tried frantically to move his body, but he could not feel it move as he wish!
W-What?! What was happening? Is this how death supposed to feel?! NO! HE DID NOT LIKE IT! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP! SOMEONE! ANYONE! PLEASE!
"SIRIUS! WAKE UP!" a scream and a harsh shake of his body suddenly woke him up. He was breathing rapidly, his eyes glassy and his cheeks completely wet. His throat felt dry and his body felt tense.
"W-Wha...?" Sirius tried to ask, he truly did. His vision was somewhat blurry still from his tears. He could see three silhouettes around him, but could not identify them. "Where...?"
"Sirius, mate...are you ok?" ask one silhouette. That voice sounds scarily familiar. Sirius did not answer, his mind was too shocked to actually offer even a sound. Where was he? Was he truly dead? "Sirius" he called once again. With a more clear vision, Sirius could clearly see the hazel eyes behind those glasses looking at him worriedly, his wild black hair is messy as always...and no scar on his forehead.
James.
Yeap, he was dead. This was the proof of it. All Sirius has to say is...FUCK IT! Without a second thought, Sirius Black throw himself at James Potter, hugging him like there was no tomorrow. His tears once again fall down one after another. This was truly heaven. His brother in everything but blood was in front of him. 15 years without his friend. 15 years of pure regret, thinking of all the things he could have done differently to save his best mate. Only having half of James by his side, but never the crazy prankmaker that looked at him and decided he was worth something more than his surname.
"W-Wow...hey mate..." said awkwardly James. This was completely new to him. A few minutes ago, Sirius was screaming his head off, trashing all around the train compartment, waking up Remus and Peter with his screams. He never has seen Sirius react that way. He knew, of course, he knew of his best friend's nightmares, but he never reacted this way. Once he woke him up, he expected Sirius to laugh awkwardly or make a bad joke out of it...but instead, he now gets a completely crying Black on his arms while patting his shoulder, not truly understanding what happened.
The nightmare must have been a really bad one.
Ok. Time to do what he does the best. Make jokes at the worst possible moments!
"Hey mate, I knew you fancy me, but at least try to pretend in front of Remus! He might get jealous!" exclaimed James with a goofy grin on his face. Remus just puffed in offense, making James and Peter laugh again.
Sirius slowly nods his head, but it doesn't seem he had any intention to let him go. Slowly, Sirius let James go, taking a sit once again in the compartment. He was now scarily quiet. What the fuck?! Sirius Black was many things, but quiet is NEVER one of them!
This was really scary.