And Every Breath That We Drew Was Hallelujah

Running in slow motion, being so close yet every second parted him even more from the curled figure at the bottom of the stairs. Sirius was gone forever, and she was laying motionless on the floor of the Department of Mysteries. All he could do was run, begging that he would eventually reach her. Because love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.