Will you save my life? Or just say goodbye?

The ghost of a woman might not have recognized the look of him. He was completely changed, his fur bore different markings and he was now walking along on three of his four legs. Something had happened to the man she had once let into her heart. It wasn’t entirely surprising, he had gone all out and nearly killed himself when they fought that bear. Deathbelle wouldn’t have been surprised if the same could be said again.

She knew him by the cologne of his fur and the scent of the Armada on him, and she would never forget those piercing purple eyes. She wouldn’t have seen him had her own companion, the little mouse lemur, alerted her to his presence. Deathbelle had once hated him, but she no longer felt any emotion besides pain these days. She didn’t want to stop nor avert her trail to intercept him. Pale brows furrowed as Deathbelle found herself struck immobile with indecision.

Belle didn’t want to ever see or talk to him again. Not after everything he put her through, though nothing compared to Sirius she still felt the sting of his abandonment.