*Sirius stood in the snow, his pajama pants drenched and his feet numb. his bare back reflected off the moonlight as he stood, just staring up at the sky shaking, but he didn't care.*
*he had just had a very disturbing dream, flashbacks from his childhood and school memories alike. one that stuck out though was himself, yelling the worst of curses and killing Silas Lestrange. he hated the memory most of all and he had though that he was finally forgetting it. he apparently was wrong though, he hadn't replayed that memory in his head for a long while now, but in his dream it was as fresh as his morning breath. he thought of Sarah in the house alone in the middle of the night and hoped she wouldn't wake. then he thought of there firstborn child, Alexandra, asleep in her crib and shuddered.*
what if she has to do that? kill someone...she couldn't...could she?
