"I’m sorry I didn’t fight for you." He whispered. "I’m sorry I thought you did it all, that I let you rot there. I’m sorry you stayed there long enough for it all to be ripped from you." Fresh tears fell. "I’m sorry that you forgot James’ face, Lily’s name. I’m sorry you don’t remember the way Mary would dance at birthday parties, or the way Marlene was the only one to get your eyeliner just the way you liked it. I’m so fucking sorry, Sirius, becasue we had this amazing group of people that were picked off one by one, and you don’t even get the joy of being able to remember them. You lived through the most, you got the short straw, and you don’t even have the good memories to get you through-