A quick death was better than what Sirius would thought he would have, in hiding, waiting for the Death Eaters to come. He should be grateful for that. He didn't have the time to be. He only had the time to think of his friends as the sharp pain burst through his chest and his heart stopped.

He wished everything had turned out different and that he knew they were safe. Then dying wouldn't be so bad. Unfortunately, it was.

There was a brief flare of fear at what, if anything, awaited him, but that look faded in his eyes as he went still.