You've always been happy being a Gryffindor, you were popular, and everyone liked you. You were dating James, Remus and Sirius, in secret, of course. Everything was perfect until they found you dead, by a death eater, and you were only 17. Every day they cry, hoping you will come back. Almost one month later, Sirius finds himself crying in Remus arms

Sirius: It's not fucking far! 17! She was only 17!

James: Padfoot...

Remus holds him close while caressing his hair