Sirius Black, Note, August 1980

[grim_smile]

 
Name: Sirius Black
Date: August 1980 (?)
Format: Note
Relevance: Possible reference to the death of Regulus Black. The back of the note is stained with blood, later determined to be Sirius Black's. This event (aforementioned death) was the precursor to a series of suspicious actions on the part of S. Black.
Archivist's note: After examination,

Comments

[harriedpotter]

Oh Sirius, I am so sorry. *reaches out awkwardly*

[grim_smile]

*gentle, but a bit stiffly*
Thank you, Harry. I- *forced smile* You know what they say. War is hell.

[harriedpotter]

*looks sympathetic, if not worried for Sirius and his own future with war being hell*

Yeah. We just lost McGonagall and I remember all too well what it was like to lose you. *holds his arms out for a hug* I know I'm not my father or Remus, but...

[grim_smile]

*small but genuine smile*
*loops one arm about Harry's back, tugging him in for a bit of a rough hug, patting him on the back*
*sets his chin on the top of Harry's head for a moment, inhaling his scent before straightening*

*ruffles his hair companionably*
*little smile, sly about the edges*
I imagine you miss me most of all, right? You can lie to me; I don't mind.

[blackdasphodele]

*cries*

Cissa doesn't want to be torn to pieces so she's staying far away. Also? She really can't know how Reg dies until much MUCH later.

*cries a bit more*

[grim_smile]

So very much appreciate Cissa staying out of this, even though I would frankly like to interact with her more, even if it's just Sirius and her swiping at each other!

*loves*

[tatty_cardigan]

*worried look*

Sirius, please don't pull away from me. Let me be there for you.

[grim_smile]

*stares at him blankly, body trembling slightly*
*voice dead*

And how shall I do that?

I'm sorry I missed you! I should be around tonight if you have some questions or plotting stuff. :)

[tatty_cardigan]

*takes him by the shoulders and forces him to look into his eyes*

By not running away from me. By letting me take the force of the blow.

[grim_smile]

*blinks, coming back to himself a bit*
*lips thin, not struggling, but pressing back against his hands*

*wets his lips*
He's dead.
*expression wavers, though he manages to control himself after a moment*
*voice slightly softer*
You can't make that not be so.

[hexedherne]

New baby, Padfoot. Kind of slows down... everything, actually. Now, what's so important that I get sweary letters?

Poor poor padfoot. *cuddles*

[grim_smile]

*presses his hands flat, one to each cheek*
*quiet, pained bubble of laughter*

They killed him.

*loves* And poor, poor James. *squishes* I just came up with some plots for Sirius this morning in the shower!! I'm so excited! As I work through everything I'll probably be emailing you to let you in on a few secrets. :D

[hexedherne]

*catches hold of his shoulders in order to meet his gaze squarely*
*steadily*
Who? Who's dead? Remus?

James'll live - well, only for a year or so! And yay for plots! Let us in on secrets, my precious! :)

[grim_smile]

*eyes dart for a moment before meething James'*
*laughs again, high in his throat, quickly crushing a hand to his mouth to stifle it*

*his hand drops as he composes himself and he takes a wheezy breath*
*shakes his head*
No.

*slumps suddenly in James' grip, all the strength gone from him*
He was just a boy.

Hee hee, yes! I will indeed! :D

[exsequeverus]

(comes out of Gringott's and sets off for King's Cross without even a perfunctory check for a tail)

[hexedherne]

*barges his way through the crowds to reach him*

[exsequeverus]

(hears outrage and scuffling approaching from the side and quickens his pace, muttering under his breath about the very small number of things less appropriate than a random street brawl today)

'The wall didn't do it either.' Yeah. n,n

[hexedherne]

*catches up with him and pushes him against the wall*
*smiles cheerfully at him, flashing his teeth*
Why the big hurry?

:)