"Sirius, I'm sorry. Even though I know this is the result, I really can't face you." A girl was crying in the corner of the room, her face, which was clearly in the bloom of youth, was covered with out-of-place tears.
There were newspapers scattered on the floor beside her feet. The top one read with a big headline: Sirius Black, brutally murdered thirteen people! Now thrown into Azkaban!
The admission notice to Hogwarts connected their fates, but a prophecy broke it all...
Is the youth like summer flowers destined to perish in this fleeting era of sadness?