the_debt_of_time

to stay. He should have stayed. She had been missing when he returned. Why hadn't he
stayed?
Stupid. Stubborn.
"Hermione, think of something happy!" Harry cried.
Something happy, Sirius thought to himself as his eyes closed, and the cold seeped into
his bones. There was a heavy pressure in his chest; it felt like the Soul Bond was hardening
into a protective shield as though it were being attacked.
Think of something happy.
Quidditch Cup trophies, fifth-floor corridors, matching crescent-shaped scars, a
flying motorbike, early morning coffee, red sheets, and a clawfoot tub. A stag, a wolf, and
a fox running through the trees. A fiery redhead with green eyes, and a little boy with black
hair. Strawberry ice cream, a golden bracelet, a silver chain, and an opal ring.
The feel of firewhisky in a kiss.
Amber eyes.
"Expecto Patronum! Hermione, help me! Expecto Patronum!"