"Mary, oh Merlin, I'm sorry," he said, trying to pull her into his arms so he could
get them out of there. As he moved to stand, she let out another cry of pain, and Sirius
looked down to see the bleeding from her stomach was worse than he first thought. She
and Peter must have been attacked right as they arrived for her to have bled out so much.
"Siri... Sirius... T-Trap.. ."
"I know." He blinked through his tears as he carried her to safety, wherever that
might be. "I know, Wilkes betrayed us. I'm so sorry, Mary I... I don't know what to do,"
he admitted as he pushed his way through rubble and broken glass toward the entrance
where he had come in.
"P-Peter.. ." Mary whispered. "Peter.. ."
"It's okay," Sirius leant down and kissed her forehead, noting how cold she was.
"Peter got out safely. He just hurt his arm. Peter will be fine."
Mary's eyes watered, and she let out another cry before moaning, "N-No. Peter...
T-Trap."
May 9th, 1979193,457 Grains of Sand LeftMia did not know why Mary's death had surprised her. As close as Mary was to the
rest of them, Mia should have known that she would have died in the war. A witch like
Mary would not have stood by and allowed Harry to have been raised by Petunia and
Vernon Dursley. No, Mary would have died in the war. Mia should have known; she was
certain a part of her had known but decided to live in denial and shoved that bit of
information to the back of her mind where she kept a running list of people who would
not make it out of this alive.
She instead focused on those who would.
Sirius and Remus.
Harry.