Bomb // Sirius Black

Fall Apart

The day that everything fell apart had started like any other. 

Hogwarts students woke up, went to breakfast. 

They went to class. 

People laughed, played, argued. 

People cried. 

But everything was normal. 

Then it wasn't. 

Then it was shouting. 

Screaming. 

Fighting. 

Throwing. 

Abnormal. 

It was a happy couple putting everything in the open. 

It was a relationship going up in flames. 

It was the beginning of the end. 

Sirius Black and Jessie Montgomery were the infamous duo. 

They pranked. They laughed. They helped their friends. 

Everyone loved them. 

Everyone hated them a little bit too, unless they were James Potter, Remus Lupin or Peter Pettigrew.

But they were a happy couple. 

People envied their relationship that had started in fourth year and continued into sixth. 

But on this day, October 15th, their sixth year, everything fell apart. 

The argument started small. 

The two disagreed on an assignment. 

Then the accusations started. 

Then came the raised voices. 

Then came the "let's continue this upstairs". 

Then came the silence. The silence that left the eavesdropping students in the common room on the edge of their seats. 

And then came the shouting. 

The screaming. 

The distinct thud of a wall being punched.

The crash of something breaking. 

More shouting. 

Broken phrases could almost be made out. 

It was more than a simple argument. 

It went on for twenty six minutes. 

Lily Evans was nervously timing it.

Then a door slammed. 

The pounding of feet down the staircase of the boy's dormitory. 

Jessie. 

She stopped, wiping her eyes, attempting to stop the tears. 

It didn't work, so she stopped trying and let herself cry. 

Then she ran out of the common room and into the castle. 

Everyone waited for Sirius to come down, chasing her to apologize, like he'd done in their previous occasional argument. 

He didn't. 

Silence. 

Another wall punch was heard. 

A door opened. 

A broken sob. 

The door shut again. 

James Potter and Remus Lupin stood. 

"We'll go check on him."

They left. 

They didn't come back down. 

Jessie didn't come back. 

She didn't come back until well after curfew, when she snuck silently into her dorms. 

Neither she nor Sirius left their beds the next day. 

Or the day after that, 

or the day after that. 

Their friends tried to get them up. 

My God, they really tried. 

It was no use. 

A week later, Sirius got up. 

Two days after him, so did Jessie. 

Neither one was the same. 

The light in his eyes was gone, 

The spring in her step forgotten. 

He no longer joked or messed around in class;

he was a statue. 

He was easily angered. 

She no longer laughed or smiled or volunteered to demonstrate;

she was a shadow. 

She was sad. 

Everything had fallen apart. 

No one knew how to put it back together again. 

It's interesting, isn't it?

How a day can be fine, but then one sentence can make the day not so fine. 

Another sentence can make it a bad day. 

One more sentence can ruin the week. 

And so on, 

and so forth. 

a/n Hey! So I'm experimenting with a new writing style for this one, what do you think? It takes some getting used to, but I like it. Welcome to the Sirius Black edition of my Marauders collection. Comment, Vote, recommend. 

Enjoy!