Contemplation

As I sit here and contemplate my godfather's death, the sun shines. Doesn't the sun know Sirius Black is dead?

As I sit on my bed, the door shut and locked, I think about the what ifs.

What if I had mastered Occulmancy?

What if Dumbledore had told me everything before?

What if Sirius had been allowed out?

What if my parents had kept Sirius as their Secret-Keeper?

These questions haunt me. I wonder, will I go mad this summer? The letters that helped me the most shall never be sent again. And yet, I catch myself sending letters to Sirius. What next? Will I try talking to my father?

As I sit here and contemplate my godfather's death. The sun shines.

Doesn't the sun know Sirius Black is dead?