Purple Roses ° Sirius Black ✓

86 | wrong doings

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𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼,

The days have pass too slow and wary, too much for my liking.

Each day I wake up wondering
if I'm going to make it home. I wonder
if I will be out of danger that day,
only to find out the next day I won't
be so lucky.

It's a horrible thought to imagine
such dreadful things happening,
not only to yourself but to the
people you love.

Today I saw a father of a family
break down in the middle of
the ministry.

I was sent by the order to get
a job there, trying to infiltrate and
find out a things.

I was there to have an interview,
and I swear I wanted to continue walking despite all the commotion, but curiosity got the best of me.

In the middle of the ministerial was
a man in his knees, crying and yelling at one of the aurors. He was blaming him
of killing his family and helping death eaters to escape.

The auror denied the accusations,
of course. And it broke my heart
how everyone began to side with
the auror.

I wanted to be like everyone else and
be in the side of the ministry, but something in the man's eyes told me he was telling the truth.

He had already lost everything,
why would he lied?

I watched as they dragged the man
out of the scene, and I stood there until his screams became fainted and
got mixed within the walls.

I wanted to speak up,
but what could I have said?

I didn't know either man
and I didn't know who was telling
the truth.

I was only going to draw unnecessary attention to me, and that could result
in a search. That search could led to
a further investigation, then ending
with me being followed, and probably killed.

I stood in the middle of the ministry,
still with my eyes looking to where the man disappeared to, until Alice put a hand on my shoulder and guided me
to a different way.

She stood with me until I came to
the place of the interview. She wished me luck and made her way to work.

After the interview I went home.
I just took a shower and put
my pajamas on.

Even after everyone asked me how I was or how the interview went, I just lied
and said everything was fine.
Everything was fine, in fact.

It was just me that couldn't take out the image and the screams out of my head. Deep down it felt wrong, deep down
I knew I should have done something.

Is that what we've gone down to?

Being so afraid of injustice that we have to keep our head down, because
we might be next?

I'm shaking right now.
I don't know if it's out of fear,
sadness, or anger.
Either way, it's hurting in a way
it shouldn't.

Goodbye Sirius, I'll see you soon.

𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂,

𝓢𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓪