Sirius was lying in his room and staring at the ceiling. He misses you so much, who would hug him and he could breathe in his native smell. He missed your brown eyes, which so attracted him.

He was terribly bored during the summer holidays. Especially when his mother took away his ink and paper. He could not write and could not read the letters sent to him. Sirius was counting the days when he would be back at Hogwarts. He was holding the locket that you had given him and looking at the coldography inside. He and you were there, you were kissing and then you looked at each other happily, and so on at first.