"Heal what has been hurt, change the fate's design, save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine" -Rapunzel (tangled)

It wasn't supposed to end like this. They were twenty-one. Twenty-one. They weren't supposed to be dead. He was supposed to ask her to marry him. They were supposed to have a whole gaggle of kids. They were supposed to be happy and free and enjoying life. But that would never happen now. She was dead.
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Sirius Black laughed as he was pulled away from the lifeless body of someone he once considered a friend. He knew what had really happened, but he couldn't tell them. No matter what, his loyalty to Remus was more than Peter's ever was to any of them.
He had lost everything, so what did it matter if he went to jail? The harsh sun warmed his skin for the last time as he was dragged into a darkened cell that--to the man who had nothing left--was his final reprieve. His thoughts became clouded with memories of the raven-haired girl who had stolen his heart just a few years ago, though it seemed like they had known each other forever. The girl who tamed the Player. His soulmate. Jasmine Marie Potter was gone, so what did anything else matter? His sanity died with her.