Sirius’s face materialized before her eyes, full of hurt, hate, rage. Dimly, she was aware that he wasn’t really there, but that knowledge was too far away to help her. Sirius was here, and nothing else really mattered. Not the battle blazing just outside of their hiding place behind a tapestry, not the innocent lives being lost right that moment, not even her own emotions. Sirius was spitting vitriol at her, calling her a whore, accusing her of being a Death Eater, and nothing mattered except that she clasp him close to her. She did not. She could not.