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“She’s … Not here anymore,” Sirius’ father mumbled. It felt like a lie. Walburga was always here, in the Black house, had always been and always would be. Even after Orion Black was dead, and Sirius would inherit the house, the weight of her presence would never truly lift.
“Your mother is dead. Has been dead for a while, actually,” Orion then explained. For some reason, putting it bluntly was much easier. Besides, he knew it was unlikely that Sirius would grieve his mother’s passing much.
“Nobody told you?” Orion then asked, shocked.
But who would’ve told him? There was no-one else but Orion left to care if Sirius got the news of his mother’s death or not. A dull ache filled Orion’s chest at the realization, but he was so used to ignoring it that he hardly noticed.
Unable to stop his son, Orion took a step back as Sirius entered the house.
The moment the sole of Sirius’ shoe touched the hallway floor, a series of horrible shrieks echoed through the house.
“Filthy traitor, stain of shame on our great family tree, you are not welcome here—”
Orion covered his ears.
“That blasted painting,” he muttered, now remembering the portrait of his wife that hung on the wall. He’d managed to forget all about it.
Usually, the portrait didn’t speak to him, and he didn’t speak to it. But it’s painted eyes did glare at him everytime he walked past.
Orion loved that portrait as much as he hated it. It was the only portrait of his wife ever painted, but it remembered her at her worst : Dressed in all black, mourning her “only” son, and with such tired hatred on her face.
“Kreacher! Kreacher!” Orion called for the house elf, but either Kreacher couldn’t hear him over the portrait’s shrieks, or he pretended not to. Kreacher had always respected Walburga more than he respected Orion.
Those screams grew louder, rattling inside Orion’s head. Suddenly, he felt so small, and weak, and old.
But he forced himself to move. It felt as if he was dragging his feet through quicksand.
He ripped the long curtain from one of the windows and approached the painting. Walburga’s portrait took no notice of him — her rage-filled eyes only searched for Sirius, the traitor tainting the premises with his presence.
Orion was now close enough to cover the portrait. Finally, those dark, painted eyes fixed onto him.
Walburga’s portrait said nothing at all. The fabric slipped from Orion’s hands.
Your mother is dead. She’s not here anymore.
Couple of moments Sirius can’t even understand the words his father said to him. She really was gone? The woman who had been the shadow of his teenage years just vanished like that?
He really knew that she hadn’t just vanished. He was sure the woman had screamed until her lungs rotted, cursed until the tongue had turned into ashes in her mouth and made everybody else to want to die. His mother had been really good in that...
When he hears his mother’s scream he grins. Yep, definitely hadn’t vanished. It felt almost nostalgic and in a really twisted way he felt like he was home. She had used almost exactly those words when he had left this house. Traitor he had been since he turned eleven and was sorted into Gryffindor.
He placed the bottle on the table before he walks next to his father and grabs the curtain. “I’m glad to see you as well, mother dear. It seems that years have treated you well. But for goodness sake cover yourself up!” he laughs. Laughter is raspier than it used to be and barks between inhales make him seem like a madman. But it was still that annoying rascal laughter that had echoed from wall to wall when his mother had tried to take down the posters of half-naked muggle men.
“...I’m sorry. Old habit, you know.” he says to Orion when a little voice inside his head whispers that they were talking about a dead wife of this man. Walburga might had been a wicked woman and an awful mother to him but she still had been a wife to someone and even a loving mother to his little brother.
Speaking of...
“Is Regulus home? I think he should also hear my news.”
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Whiskey regretted making Sirius tell his story, as important as it was for him to see if he was telling the truth. It was evident that he was. He considered himself a good judge of character, and from what he was seeing, Sirius couldn’t have possibly had this story on hand ahead of time.
“… Alright. I believe you.” Whiskey took both his hands. “And I apologize for your losses. I know what that’s like.” He looked out the window onto the void as well, a hidden wistfulness in his gaze.
“Well.” He pulled his hands away. “I suppose it would be a good idea for get you settled. Follow me.” With that, he led him over to the back of the restaurant, through a door and a kitchen, and finally to his bedroom.
“I’m more than willing to give you my bed. The floor is adequate for me, and I know you must miss having a bed if your experiences were anything like how you’ve described them to be.”
I believe you.
Whiskey was the first one who said that. He had yelled and cried and plead but even his closest friend had turned his back. He knew that James would have believed him. He feels the cloak of relief wrapping him inside and couple of tears drops on his cheeks.
“Thank you”
Sirius whispers, rubs his eyes with the back of his hand and takes couple of deep breaths before he follows Whiskey to his bedroom. The memories had haunted him every since when that dementor had pulled them from the back of his mind. He had fought with all of his powers so he could keep them. He would rather die than loose all of them.
“Giving me your bed? Don’t make me laugh. Don’t get me wrong, I really appreciate it but I’m happy if I get to sleep in a warm room” he laughs and scratches his stubble. “Unless... Are you just cat person or do you like also dogs?”
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She wrote the answer to the third of ten questions down for him, easily copying down his reply. “Mhm, now how can you disarm a boggart?” Lilliandil asked, moving to the next subject as she watched him play with his papers once more. He was smart, she didn’t know why he acted otherwise, if he could leave his childhood foolishness behind, she thought he may yet be a gifted wizard.
“Full blooded witch, half Veela” the blonde replied, she wasn’t ashamed of her heritage. Her family were high born in their society both in France and Britain, she knew how things worked and she was expected to keep her head down, work hard and possibly leave here with a potential suitor in tow. But for now she focused on her work and passing her last two years.
“I only just got to meet my mother’s side of the family this past year, all of them are full blooded Veelas, my mother went outside of what was expected of her when she married my father.”
“Veela you say? That’s cool. I haven’t met a veela before, but I have heard of them. My brother had a poster of a cheerleader veela on his wall... ” Sirius stops playing with the paper ball and turns with his chair so he can look directly at her. “Have they now accepted the relationship between your parents or did you have to meet them secretly?” his eyes are widened with curiosity. “Is it common that Veela only marries another Veela similar with the pure-bloods?”
He coughs when he realizes that the questions could be little... Intrusive so he turns his eyes to his shoes and mumbles the word ‘boggart’
“Well one should use riddikulus charm, right? The best weapon against them is laughter.”
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Tagging: @the-dimensional-bartender @mudbloodmasquerade @sonofthebrighteststar & Takagi from @gcfted
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The pain radiating from his mouth was too intense for Severus to focus. Before he had even realized it, his wand had slipped from his fingers, and was flying through the air, towards Sirius’ waiting hands.
The eyes of the Death Eater grew large with terror when they saw Sirius easily snapping that wand in half. A few sparks of dark green and purple magic drip out of the separated halves like drops of water from a leaky faucet. And then, all there was left was some kindling wood for the nearest fireplace.
It was becoming more obvious by the minute that he was in serious trouble.
When Sirius had raised his wand, Severus had expected all sorts of spells, but Episkey wasn’t one of them. He felt a strange sensation in his mouth, as if everything inside of it had been both stretching and shrinking at the same time. Soon, he could no longer taste blood, and the pain subsided.
He could speak again, too, and took advantage of this restored ability immediately:
“You’ll pay for this, you miserable worm,” Severus hissed at Sirius.
He felt, for the first time since he had left Hogwarts, helpless and scared, and also incredibly angry at himself for being this helpless and scared. His humiliation was supposed to be over. So why was Sirius Black here, with his cigarette-smelling breath and his tacky leather jacket, kicking Severus’ ass?
“I heard enough,” he mumbled, turning his head away. There was really no way out of this anymore, except to do as he was told.
“So, you must think that the prophecy is about the Potters, too, correct? Why else would you have bothered to come all the way over here, if not for your precious James?”
Sirius feels both anger and amusement when Severus hisses at him and shakes his head, draws some circles on air with his wand as a warning.
“Maybe I wanted to make sure that you would never go to that bar again?” Sirius shrugs, spins his wand on his fingers. “Or I really really wanted to see you” he grins and lifts his feet on the couch, stares at the ceiling. If even Snivellus thought it was about Potter’s...
Fuck.
“Well, I think you realize that I have to keep an eye on you until the situation is over? I don’t trust that you won’t run to your precious Lord right after I’m out of here.” he glances him and sighs, lights up a cigarette. He watches the smoke to make it’s twists and turns while flowing to the roof.
“One thing I don’t understand... Why you haven’t tell him yet? Any other of his loyal servants would have told him before she had even told the whole thing. But no, here you are walking in circles and cursing the Potters. Why?”
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Takagi snorted, the alcohol dancing within his glass nearly tipped over with brows furrowing together. “Were you?” He questioned, curiously. “I thought it was James that figured things out?” It was a genuine question, knowing that Sirius had been friends with Potter’s father, Lupin and Pettigrew. “… You shouldn’t have to babysit him,” Takagi commented. The alchemist saw the way Lupin treated Sirius; the degradation and attempt of usurping his authority over Harry. It was disgusting to watch.
“Kind of,” He begins and pauses. “An old friend of mine had a similar condition, he’s moved somewhere else, not that he can get a job here in Britain.”
“Well James wanted everyone to believe that I was the beauty and he were the brains in our little group but he is was as smart as he looked like” Sirius laughs with barks and shakes his head. “I was wandering around one night when James was in hospital wing and I heard howling coming from the Shrieking Shack and I went to take a look.” he shrugs again and rises from his chair. He walks to the door and glances at Takagi over his shoulder.
“Come on then! We don’t want to be late, right? You can be my Nakoma tonight. You know, like in the movie? Pocahonta’s friend?”
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The attention, the stares, the whispers. Corvin noticed it all. He had learned Sirius Black was his father, and most of him wished he could be invisible. He never liked being paid to much attention to, and now the whole school knew who he was. The papers plastered him as the son of a criminal, and he just hoped his father was more like what the professors had said.
The train ride was agonizing, hiding in a corner of a compartment with his beat up trunk and two sizes two big hoodie pulled up over his face. None of his normal clothes fit properly, since they’d all been donated to the place he’d grown up in. He takes a shaky breath as the train stops, and the other students rush off, all smiles and laughter.
He holds back, his hands trembling from nerves as he gets his belongings. Trunk, check. Book bag, check. And no pet or anything else to collect. Here goes.
He steps off the train, pushing down his hood to show the smooth black hair that still hid most of his face. His grey eyes shift over the faces around him, panic setting in from there simply being so many people. Would his father even be here? Did he care about him at all? Sure the paper said certain things, but were they true?
Sirius looks around when the station fills up with students, laughter and hugs. He stands on his toes to get better view and then he sees Corvin. He had saw some pictures and the young man seemed like he was looking for someone.
First thing he notices are the clothes and that he doesn’t have a pet with him. Now when he was a free man (and when both of his parents and his brother had passed away) he has a chance to fix that. He hears more whispers when he fights his way through the crowd and someone almost hits him. It takes a while to get to Corvin but a smile on his face widens with every step.
Sirius walks behind him and taps on his shoulder. “Are you Corvin?”
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Whiskey was surprised to find himself tugged even closer to the other, and was about to speak when whatever he had planned to say left him, seeing the blue flames coat Sirius’ form. He stared, his expression growing increasingly flustered.
Oh.
He glanced down at their hands and then turned his head back to the employees, who exchanged looks. One of them approached them.
“Er, sorry mates for the intrusion. Just wanted to know if it was possible for you two to… erm… control the flames?”
Whiskey shook his head. “I’m afraid that is not possible for me. My apologies.”
“Right. Alright.” He tipped his hat. “Have fun today, gents. might see the circus.” And with that, he walked away. While passersby continued to look at them and keep their distance, there was no longer any danger of being kicked out, thankfully.
Whiskey looked back at Sirius and smiled sheepishly. “Sirius, this has happened to me before. I’ve been imprisoned and interrogated in many different dimensions.” He looked back at the wolves. “But I… appreciate that you were willing to protect me.” His flames were a brighter red than before.
“The flames suit you.”
When Whiskey tells that he had been imprisoned many times before, Sirius feels both sorrow and anger. The flames on his clothes and hair flares and his eyes narrow down. “I promise you that I will not let that happen. I will protect you, no matter what” he says and nods to himself.
Soon the anger turns into a grin “I think so too. I used this spell couple of times when someone who didn’t suppose to know almost figured out what was odd in my bike” he says, brushes the flames with his fingers. “The spell is actually really nifty: the flames give you warmth and light but they don’t burn.”
He glances at Whiskey and when he sees that the flames are little brighter than before, he feels the redness sneaking on his cheeks as well and he rubs his neck. “Anyway... Tell me if you want to go somewhere else. I know some nice bars, couple of movie theaters and of course parks.” he says and casually wraps his fingers around Whiskey’s. The flames on their hands turn into purples ones when the colors combines. He lets Whiskey to think about his proposal when they walk next to the liger cage.
A huge animal lies on top of a cave and yawns. It’s over 11 feet long, his paws and tail are hanging from the sides of the cave. When he sees the flaming duo, he turns his eyes toward them and stares with curiosity on it’s eyes.
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