She clung tight around his waist and buried her face in his chest, holding onto the realness of him. "Poor Sirius," she murmered. "Is he okay? Harry said he was here too... I just can't believe... it feels like we failed both of them. and Remus too. And I can't even fathom Harry fighting You-Know-Who, on his own? Whose brilliant idea was that? He was a child, and they didn't even treat him like a human, just like... a peice in the whole stupid game. Our baby." She knew she was disjointed and all over the place, but it was too much to be able to actually process each terrible thing one at a time.