Sirius was dancing with death.
Death came
in the form of a wicked girl
previously known as Anger.
In the beginning
Sirius was consumed by her,
obsessed with her.
She took over his mind
and lurked
waiting for his moments of weakness
when she would attack.
Then Jessie came
and the dance was over
and Anger went away again.
But Anger
was a restless dancer.
she could never avoid the floor
of Sirius' mind
for very long.
So she returned
when he was at his lowest point
hoping to dance.
And dance they did.
The three months of Sirius' storm
were the best three months of Anger's life.
She consumed him again.
controlled him.
demanded him.
And he was powerless to stop it.
She turned his mind into a whirlwind
of twists and twirls and flips
trying to make him forget
about Jessie.
Then Jessie was back
and Sirius kicked Anger
to the back of his mind
again.
Anger was furious.
So she became Death.
But this time,
Death wanted a new partner.
Jessie and Sirius were happy.
Everything was okay again.
But the two of them
were tornadoes.
They made messes
caused trouble
and had fun doing it.
Death wanted to create a mess of her own
and create a mess she did.
She waited a while;
four months.
near the end
of their sixth year.
then she struck.
and boy, did she strike with a force.
Sirius thought that he knew the meaning
of devastation
and panic
and true sadness.
But it turns out he didn't.
not until he saw Jessie
the girl he loved
laying lifeless
on the ground
underneath the Astronomy tower.
Her brown hair
covered her face
as she sprawled on her side.
James was the one to find her.
His cries of distress
drew a crowd around the girl.
Hushed phrases of panic were spread.
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Bomb // Sirius Black
Fanfictiontrigger warning It wasn't meant to end this way. It wasn't meant to end in yelling and throwing. It wasn't meant to end with Jessie storming out of the common room in tears. It wasn't meant to end with Sirius punching the wall until he bled. The...
