Time Turner * Sirius Black✔️

0 1 * perspectives of death and second chances

BONNIE SCREAMED, BUT nothing came out. She heard screams, but they were not her own. She felt tears falling down her face as she recognized Lily's screams. Then, it was Marlene's screams. Finally, it was Mary's screams. Each scream was its own sound, getting higher and higher until there was nothing but a high pitched beep.

White transformed to black until suddenly, she found herself in Lily and James's home staring Voldemort in the face on the stairs to the second floor. The voice was not her own as she yelled for Lily to get upstairs. Her voice was deep, and she recognized it as James's voice. He had no wand on him as he fought the Dark Lord with his fists until he was hit with his sudden death.

Next, there was black until she faced Voldemort again with Lily's voice pleading for him to take her instead of Harry. Little did Lily know that he would take her and try to take Harry either way. Bonnie felt light-headed as she was hit with curse after curse until finally she was killed.

Her mind felt like jello, her soul moving into another body. She looked around Marlene's parents' house, as her parents sat in the kitchen eating. There were cracks of Apparition before the house exploded in flashes of lights. Marlene screamed for her parents, but they were already dead. She ran up the stairs to get her wand, but she was killed on the spot by Lucius Malfoy. Her body hit the stairs with sickening cracks.

When her soul jumped to Mary Macdonald's body, she almost went sick. Mary's adoptive parents were dead on the floor when she looked down, but it wasn't over. Bellatrix Lestrange came out of the shadows, enjoying the tears rolling down her face. Mary shot out a spell, but it was no use. Being half-cousins did nothing as Bellatrix tortured Mary until she begged for death. It came immediately.

Bonnie braced herself for another soul jump, longing for it to be over. Was this what she deserved for running away? She had to watch each of her friends die a most painful death? What kind of magic was this?

The soul of Bonnie was searching before it felt like she was on fire. Her soul split in half as it landed in either one of the Prewett twins. It was like one of those video games in America where the screen is split to see two versions of a story. She saw Gideon fighting with a smirk graced on his face. Fabian had his tongue poking out slightly as the twins danced around the eight Death Eaters who couldn't seem to land a spell. Soon, Gideon fell when the Cruciatus hit him. This faltered Fabian's thorough work. They both were tortured endlessly before being killed mercilessly.

Next, Alice and Frank Longbottom were being tortured. Similar to the Prewetts, she was watching it happen before her very eyes in a split perspective. Bellatrix didn't kill them, no, no, no. They were tortured, and Bonnie felt it all. She felt every curse shot at them, doubled in her mind was the pain. She cursed in her head for whoever's sick game this was.

Her soul reattached before it landed in the body of Sirius Black next. He was in the Ministry, just broken out of Azkaban two years prior. She watched again as he fought so beautifully before taunting Bellatrix too soon. Dumbledore was there, but Sirius and Bellatrix were in their own world dueling. It ended too soon with a curse from the evil witch. She felt herself fall through the archway behind her.

The next person she was inside of their body was Peter. He was working for Voldemort, being pushed around by Bellatrix at the Malfoy Manor as normal. He was getting someone from the cells. Suddenly, she saw his own hand beginning to choke him. Harry Potter stared at the man wordlessly as this happened. Bonnie wanted out. She felt constricted. Air was not reaching her lungs.

Before she could blink, she was in the werewolf's body. Remus had just sent a curse to a Death Eater, glancing wearily at Nymphadora on the side as she fought another. Bellatrix was there as well, firing spells at Nymphadora. Remus went to aid his wife when he missed a spell getting shot his way. His death was quick and painless, but she felt awful nonetheless.