“I’m sorry, James! Oh Lily, I’m so sorry! I never should have suggested it. I should have thought…” Sirius fell in front of the graves. His eyes filled with tears. He stared at the grave stones, reading and rereading the names.
James Potter Lily Potter
Born 27 March 1960 Born 30 January 1960
Died 31 October 1981 Died 31 October 1981
The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
Sirius wept, not only for his best friends, but for their son; his godson. Harry would never know his parents: never have the pleasure of having an intelligent conversation with Lily, never pull a prank with James. He would never have any brothers and sisters.
Sirius made a mistake, a very large mistake. He trusted this… that rat. Trusted that rat with his best friends’ lives. How could I even do that? “How could I make such a mistake? I even suspected Moony. What were we thinking? How could I do something like this?” Sirius sobbed, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
After a few moments, he straightened up, brushed his hair out of his eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. But I promise, I will die before I let anything happen to Harry. I made that promise when I said I’d be his godfather. I won’t make a mistake with him. I promise.”
Sirius rose, kissed his fingers and laid them on Lily’s tombstone. “Love you, Evans,” he said sadly, his eyes still filled with unshed tears. “Miss you Prongs. It’s not the same without you.”