"Goooooooooooooooooooooooood morning VietNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!" shrieked a man's voice throughout all the radio speakers positioned around Hogwarts. A long pause followed, as though the speaker were somehow waiting for a response from the listeners. The end of that pause was punctuated by a hissed sort of snickering, laughter lodged in the back of the
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Well, Michael’s extreme idiocy was definitely not something that was going to lighten his mood, but at least he could transfer his hurt into annoyance with the git. He lay on his bed throughout the entire broadcast. When Michael announced the show was almost over, he was on the verge of hauling himself up and getting another bottle of Firewhisky when he heard the dedication to ‘Black’. Lily’s name for him. Lily.
His heart leapt in his chest and started to pound a steadily increasing rhythm as he listened to the lyrics of the song. He wasn’t quite sure what they meant, but…well, they weren’t something you’d say to someone whom you were angry at. Or someone you liked as just a friend.
No. No. Sirius couldn’t consider that. He couldn’t get his hopes up, not after what had happened.
It might not even have been Lily who had dedicated the song. And maybe there was another ‘Black’ in the school.
Sirius had to find out.
In one quick motion, he leapt off his bed and made a beeline straight for the nearest Floo. After throwing a monstrous handful of Floo powder on himself, he leapt into it and was in the WART studio just as Michael finished his broadcast.
Blackish-grey powder and ashes still clung to his hair as he practically threw himself at Michael, his voice and eyes frantic and intense. “Who dedicated that song to me?” he demanded. “I know these things are supposed to be anonymous, but PLEASE. I NEED to know. Who made that dedication?”
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Prison Mike was from da hood. And he feared Dementors. Just like Sirius.
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Almost immediately, he realised this statement definitely required a caveat, especially with this idiot. "Almost anything."
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Well, whatever. Anything that would get him the identity of the person who had dedicated the song. "Erm...right...yes."
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"So who dedicated the song to me, then?" His heart raced as he waited for the answer.
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