While Padfoot was spending his time in the bathtub, I took a look at the latest bit of canon. He seems to have recovered, thankfully, and his paranoia at his family has been a welcome distraction, thought I believe there are some things I need to write here regardless.
I'd like to state, forthwith, that I am rather glad that things haven't not happened in that manner for me, at least. Not the least because so far, I've managed to stay alive. It's rather awkward to read of one's own death.
Almost as awkward as reading of one's marriage to the wrong person. No harm meant to Tonks, but she certainly is not my companion of choice.
Regardless, I'm saddened that in this version of events, I do not have a son, as I would have rather liked to have known him.
That was thankfully brief, and having that said, I'll be returning to coping with the Black Family Problems and trying to find a way to convince Sirius that having me kill them for him won't accomplish anything.
[[OOC: Look. PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THIS NOTE. I don't make them often. THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THIS POST. And very likely in the comments as well. And that is pretty much ALL THIS POST IS. So steer clear.]]