Wandering

Sirius. 17. Where do I go from here?

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ten days - flashback

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rablackstar:

Regulus felt his heart drop through the floor. The weight of a million words fell straight through the pit of his stomach and down into the abyss. He didn’t understand why Sirius had to respond the way he did, and the justification just… it wasn’t good enough. It wasn’t a reason. It wasn’t anything. 

“…You’re always trouble though…” Regulus muttered, his line of sight hitting Sirius’ briefly before he quickly looked away, staring down at his boots, one arm across his chest holding the other, his cheeks sucked in a little. Reg knew better than anyone about the issues Sirius had with their parents, it had never been easy, there was always an argument to be had, a point to be made. Sirius could never drop it, let it go, let it be, he had to fight. There was always a fight and Reg just did not understand why he did it to himself, or why he wanted to push away the one group of people that would always be part of his life whether he liked it or not. 

Regulus genuinely did not know what to say. What could he say? He didn’t even know why Sirius had left to begin with, well… he knew it was cause Sirius thought he was above them all but that wasn’t exactly news. 

“I know you think you’re too good for us, but this is taking it a bit far don’t you think..” The words came out before Reg could stop them, he was just thinking aloud now, but it was the truth and if he wanted answers he was going to have to ask questions eventually. 

“I just mean like… we get it, you’re a Gryffindor and you don’t play by any rules and you do what you like… but that shouldn’t mean leaving your family behind. I thought Gryffindors were meant to be loyal…” Reg scoffed, finally looking up at his brother, a strange confidence rising in his chest. “Loyal to who?” 

He inhaled deeply, eyes locked on Sirius, his heart pounding a million miles an hour as the nerves struck in, his own burst of confidence actually causing a pang of anxiety. It took everything he had not to look away and curl back into his shell. 

Sometimes, he wished he was better with words -- able to command them like he was able to wave a wand and perform magic. It came easy, the power through his veins, buzzing and humming along, settling comfortably in his chest. This, staring his brother in the face, and confessing the sins of their bloodline, his sins, zippered his mouth firmly shut. He was back to tumbleweeds tossed about and stuttering because god forbid he actually proved his parents wrong and grew a backbone. 

He was trouble. There was nothing he could offer to counter that point. Sorted into Gryffindor, summoning mischief like a wave heading towards the shore. If Sirius Black wasn’t up to no good, then did he really exist? The age old question which did not have an answer. He had tried to reason with his parents, tried to weave the strings of their relationship together because he did not want to leave home. Not really. He wanted to escape them, but he didn’t want to lose his brother. He wanted to fix their bond, if it could be mended, and now his parents had stolen that, crumpled up the definition of home, leaving him to remake it. 

Potter. The family that actually wanted him, that did not hesitate as James brought him through the door and said he would be staying here. If Sirius did that, he would greeted with perfectly crafted masks that would be removed when he was alone, bombarded with inquires and tribulations. It was hard for him to believe that normalcy existed among blood.

“Too good for you?” Both brows lifted in genuine shock. Had Regulus honestly reached that conclusion? “This has nothing to do with me having an ego, Reg. I wish it were that simple. At least then it would have a bloody easy solution.”

This was the hand he had been dealt, a brother who fractured from him the instant he went to Hogwarts, the instant he was sorted into a house that collided with the Black legacy. A sensation tugged at his gut, uncomfortable, cold, longing. “I was always loyal to the name I came from, but once I was sorted, that didn’t matter anymore. I was cast aside and I don’t even think you realize it and I’m not saying that to make it about me. I’m saying it because it’s how mom and dad feel --like I betrayed them when I had no damn choice in the matter.”

Though he had to wonder, knowing all he experienced, if he would change the outcome. 

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fabeing:

Fabian wasn’t initially sure if Sirius was happy to see him or otherwise –  the boy was nearly impossible to read at times, and every second that passed by, Fabian wondered if this had all been a terrible mistake and if they should have just stayed in his dorm instead of trying to fit in with the rest of the crowd. But those strange fears and doubts went away as soon as Sirius turned to face them – Fabian had always been decent at reading body languages and that definitely wasn’t a bad sign, so they nodded, trying too hard to not focus on Sirius’ eyes. 

“You’d think I’d know more about Quidditch but it’s never really been my thing. All those people zooming past you, it’s hard to keep up with what’s going on.” They replied quietly, finding that their throat was feeling much drier than minutes ago. So they gulped down their beer, hoping the liquid (liquid courage, really) would help them even a little bit. 

It made Fabian oddly happy to hear that Sirius was concerned about his schoolwork; partly because it meant that they might still be useful to Sirius, but mostly because they’d always wanted to see Sirius succeed. And though they perhaps weren’t the best student or the smartest out there, just knowing that they might have been some help was enough to make their heart swell a tad bit more. 

“You know, if you ever need help with anything…” Fabian began, their face feeling warm though they figured it was the alcohol, “I don’t have a whole lot going on this year. I mean, outside of gardening and trying to find a job, but none of that’s urgent, so.” Making these strange excuses to see Sirius felt stranger than usual, probably because they’d spent the summer apart after seeing each other – if that even was the right way to put it – for so long. “You know where to find me.” 

Fabian crept up on him, becoming someone he thought about randomly, wondered how they were doing when they weren’t around. It was a feeling in his gut that kept tugging him back, despite never admitting what they were, what was going on inside. Sirius couldn’t keep pretending they were friends when something more was spelled out in the way they talked, in the entanglement of limbs and sheets. The push even further to confess was he would be graduating soon and then what? Did he want it to end, be confined to the halls of Hogwarts or did he want it to actually matter? The thoughts tumbled about his mind constantly.

“Good thing we have an announcer for that, huh?” He mused, a smile rising on his lips. “I like the sport of it. It’s a way to forget about classes and such for a bit. Plus, one of my best mates is on the Gryffindor team so would be rude if I didn’t show.” It was always a big deal within in the Marauders when James was playing, banter and luck passed around like a flask of alcohol.

Sirius studied the other as Fabian’s cheeks seemed to be tainted with red all of the sudden, the slight flutter of nerves in their speech. These were the times that Sirius had to question if the feelings he had were mirrored in Fabian too. If only he opened his mouth and actually figured things out instead of letting everything build under the surface, bubbling, scratching, wanting to claw its way out. 

“I know,” he said with a nod, finding security in the fact that Fabian would be there for him without fault, without needing anything in return. Why was it that they believed in him despite the reputation that clipped closely at his heels? “When we get back, I’ll be sure to find you again. I always do, right?” The smile he wore turned into a smirk -- mischievous, playful. If they were alone, he would have kissed them. “I don’t think I’ve asked though, do you know what you want to do after school or is it a hope for the best kind of thing?”

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alctxcarrow:

It was the second time that day that Alecto found themself at the Three Broomsticks. Once again, they were looking for Amycus who was the only person on this hopeless planet that could ever make them a bit interested in Quidditch and, hence, make this day a bit more sufferable. Alecto was looking through the crowd when they heard the screams. For a moment, they thought nothing about it until the laughing and the characteristic sound of spells being cast followed. Almost on instinct they turned towards the nearest window. Though by all means this could be just a group of people taking their celebration one step too far, Alecto’s mind was quick to present them with a few terrible explanations of what was happening in the forest.

“No one could possibly be that passionate about Quidditch,” Alecto said, standing a bit closer to the window. They tried to sound as calmly as possible, but as they kept speaking, their tone betrayed their growing unease. “It must be something else.”

Sirius wasn’t naive enough to believe that this rumble was caused by anything other than dark intentions. He merely wasn’t going to display his worries for all to see. There were very few he allowed access to the inner workings of Sirius Black, not that there was much to be found other than guilt and sadness and rage that bubbled and simmered depending on the hour. But it wasn’t about him now. There was a distraction outside, both beckoning his attention forward and telling him he should actually worry about the screams. 

“Well obviously. It was a joke. Unless someone got a little too carried away and is having it off with someone.” Sirius shrugged, catching a hint of worry in Alecto’s tone. “Where’s your other half?”

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missxameliabones:

Amelia blinked a few times before turning back towards the window.  Alright, maybe Sirius had a fair point, Amelia could give him that.  “I wasn’t going to panic.”  She countered, continuing to squint out the window, even though it was difficult to see out through the darkness.  Though she tended to be a fearful person, she could keep a relatively level head in a crisis, once she knew what the mishap was.  But the unknown was different, without knowing what was going on, she couldn’t formulate a logical plan to deal with it.  “You’ve got a point, though.  I really hope it’s just someone goofing off.”  If he could be optimistic, the least she could do was try as well.

She jumped when he spoke again, “Merlin…”  Nervously, she tugged on her ear, nodding in acknowledgment.  “That’s probably not good.  What do you reckon we should do?  I feel like a sitting duck waiting around in here.”  Not that she particularly wanted to go outside, either, but it was hard to fight the urge to want to do something productive.

He couldn’t deny the darkness he felt, slipping in through the cracks of the window, under the slight gap beneath the door. But he wasn’t the type to lose his head in public, pushing the emotions down, down, down, until they weren’t able to be seen. It was becoming an all too familiar practice. If he was sad, he forced a laugh to erupt from his lips. If he was angry, some poor freshman was probably getting pranked. It was how his reputation grew, not only a traitor, but someone who cared more about dramatics as opposed to real life. Sirius let the thought wander, focusing on Amelia instead. “It probably is. Someone had too many drinks and they decided to settle a dispute with magic or stumble around like a bloody idiot.” 

A whizzing noise came past the window, a little too close for comfort. Sirius’ eyes widened and then narrowed as he tried to make out any hint of what was going on in the forest. “I mean we could go out there and investigate ourselves. Be the heroes that save the day or we could get a drink and not really remember any of it in a few hours. Your call.”

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prongspatrol:

“Yeah but they’re on her body, Pads. Not nearly as fun when she’s in the and who’d got the time to charm her out of them?” He eyed her up from across the room. “Certainly not me, though you could give it a go….” He let the thought trail off as his eyes moved from Vanity to Severus, who was not far from her- he felt his mouth go dry. “On second thought, going out there looks like exactly what we should be doing.”

Sirius rolled his eyes at James’ comment, glancing briefly at Vanity, before returning his attention to his friend. “You’re a mess. I hope you know that. Your ego is making your head bigger than this bar.” Another flash outside the window disturbed the banter, both curiosity and fear prickling once more -- goosebumps on the back of Sirius’ neck. “I couldn’t agree more. I think we could manage to sneak out of here without the professors knowing as long as you don’t keep boasting about your sexual conquests.”

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James tossed back the last of the Firewhiskey that he had snuck in with him under his robes. “Can’t say that I blame them.” He said, casting his eyes out the window for only a moment. “I’m in the mood for some mischief myself- though I’m  trying to think of something better than stealing Vanity’s granny panties and levitating them to the middle of the Great Hall.” 

Just like that, the tension dissolved from the air around Sirius, James coming up alongside him. There was something about being in James’ presence that made it hard to be anything other than playful. “I don’t exactly see what the problem is with that idea. Levitate them now. Or we could find out what the hell is going on out there.”

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ten days - flashback

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Regulus swallowed hard and stepped over the threshold as James’ mother beckoned him inside, hesitantly following her down a neatly decorated hallway to a closed door, upon which she knocked gently and opened. ‘Sirius you have a visitor.’ She chimed gently before stepping back ’I’ll give you two a moment…’ She excused herself, and Regulus watched as she walked back down the hallway, ushering someone, who he could only assume was James, into another room.

Reg was rarely around other people’s parents, most of the parents he knew were those of fellow pureblood Slytherins, the adults that had raised the next generation of silver tongued snakes. Mrs Potter wasn’t anything like his own mother, she radiated a golden warmth, it was strange and he was momentarily transfixed by it, only to then be brought back to earth by his brother’s voice.

Sirius. Fuck. That’s right. Regulus inhaled sharply as he realised his brother was now standing in front of him. The brother he barely knew. The brother that had cut him off without even flinching. Regulus swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked Sirius up and down. Had he always been that gaunt? Had he always been that scruffy? Had he always had those dark circles around his eyes? Had Regulus even had the chance to look at him properly in the last five years? It had only been ten days but it felt like a lifetime since they’d last stood like this, face to face.

“Pretty obvious hiding place if you ask me.”

Reg replied, using all of his might to keep his god damn cool. He’d forgotten what he’d come for and what he wanted to say. There were a million words coming to mind but none of them seemed right. He looked down at his boots to stop himself from staring, but part of him just wanted to keep looking at Sirius out of fear it might be his last chance to catch a glimpse of the brother he’d once had.

“…So..when are you coming home?” He asked as if it was a given, but he knew what Sirius’ response would be. Somehow, asking the question at least gave a small chance that the answer would surprise him, that maybe Sirius would say ‘right now’ and pick up his already packed bags and they’d go home and everything would be alright, back to how things should have been. Regulus knew the answer but he still asked. A part of him was clinging to the one chance that this wasn’t permanent, that all wasn’t lost.

This conversation, this here, was the final thread holding the Black brothers together. One final thread from what had once been an incredibly strong rope, frayed over time. And it came to this. A conversation in a doorway. With Regulus not even able to look his brother in the eye.

Words died on his lips, became ashes and dried flower petals on his tongue. There were a hundred things he could say and a hundred things that didn’t quite work. How could he explain to his brother what had really happened? How could he explain to his brother that the mark of a traitor cut into his skin each and everyday and their parents were finally tired of having him under their roof? He had done his best to shield his brother from the whipped lashes of their mother and father, but some things could not be held back forever. Some things were so much more complicated. 

How had they become this distant? It was when Sirius went to Hogwarts. He remembered the change like winter’s first arrival, setting frost to his flesh, staining his cheeks red. As the Sorting Hat roared its proclamation and sentenced him to a familial death. Sirius wished he was being dramatic, but the Black name was a notable one and so were the people who bore the title. The only way for him to survive was to adapt and then the marauders came. 

James in particular who granted Sirius a home without question. Was that loyalty or stupidity for wouldn’t Sirius disappoint him too? It was entangled into his being.

And then there was Regulus who was staring everywhere but at him, trying to piece together the puzzle that had long since shattered and been kicked around to an irreconcilable picture. He needed to tell him the truth, but a hint of doubt crept into his mind. Would Regulus believe him over their parents? Would they be able to tear apart the lies whispered in their ear for the brother who once was everything? He didn’t know and that just made him drag his worn hands down his face again.

“I... I can’t.” Sirius swallowed hard, the lump in his throat both annoying and uncomfortable. He wished he knew how to handle things better. He wished  he had some kind of answer that could fix the bond with his brother, the one thread he had been so used to having, never having to worry about. 

He exhaled a breath, tightly bound in his chest. He forced his gaze to level with Regulus’ own.  “I’m trouble when I’m there. I... it’s not a good thing for me to be home.” 

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Fabian didn’t often find themselves at The Three Broomsticks, but they supposed that it wasn’t such a bad thing mingling in with the excited crowd every once in awhile. Though they weren’t sure if it was the winter chill or something else entirely that was making them feel so unsettled tonight. It was easier to ignore their fears with everyone celebrating around them, and as they sipped on their pint and looked around, their eyes landed on a familiar, handsome face that made them pause for a moment.

It was a little sad, they thought, as they downed the rest of their drink and walked towards the bar and near where Sirius was, pretending that they were just in need of another drink. Fabian just managed to catch whatever Sirius was saying, right as they were about to order, and they turned towards the voice with a small smile.

“Not everyone is,” Fabian managed, voice quiet and barely managing a smile because even after all this time, they were never quite sure how they were supposed to act around one Sirius Black. “I think everyone’s just happy to have an excuse to party. I’m not complaining, either.” Especially not when it gave them a chance to talk to Sirius like a real friend.

“…How’ve you been, Sirius? Everything alright?”

Eager eyes were turned to the window, watching as flashes of light dipped in and out of the trees. Sirius yearned to know what was going on, partly to settle his thoughts, and partly to clear the veil that had fallen over every student in The Three Broomsticks. The panicked chatter had swelled, making the bar louder and uncomfortable. There was a stark difference between anxiety and light hearted fun which Sirius had intended to have by attending the trip to Hogsmeade in the first place. This atmosphere jostled his nerves, put him on edge that he wanted to squash before it became apparent. 

However, a voice made him freeze, gaze slowly shifting to who had approached him. A tingling sensation ran through his stomach, his spine, canceling out the cold chills of fear that had made themselves known only moments ago. He didn’t know where to place Fabian in his mind, if there was a box they fit into or were completely unknowable. Sirius settled on the latter. 

“Parties are usually the best part of winning a game,” he admitted with a small shrug of his shoulders. The game didn’t matter entirely much to him. He merely liked to get riled up with his mates in Gryffindor, feel the energy pump through his veins. 

At the question of how he was, Sirius shifted, facing Fabian, half of his weight against the wall closest to him. A smile lingered on his lips, minuscule, feather like, and unable to disappear for some odd reason. “Yeah, I’d say so. Minus exams coming up and the usual stress from classes. How about you?”

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Amelia had gotten relatively bored with the proceedings as the day had gone on - she liked Quidditch just as much as the next person, but having an entire day devoted to it was probably a little bit extreme.  Hogsmeade was beautiful, but even that lost it’s allure after time, as there were only so many shops you could visit.  So, she had found herself planted firmly at The Three Broomsticks, and had planned on starting her potions essay, only to instead pull out the latest project she was working on, on her own - a study of the giant squid.

She had clearly been working a long time, because we she looked up again, it was dark outside.  Blinking, she yawned, getting ready to head back up to the castle, but before she could move, a scream echoed through the quiet, and she was up on her feet, wand in hand before she could even think about what she was doing.

Another scream echoed, this time, followed with bouts of laughter, and Amelia found herself at the window, jumping when someone spoke.  Turning to Sirius, Amelia scowled - she didn’t think this was a time for making jokes.  No, at least, until they knew what was going on.  “That’s not funny.  Do you really think this is because people are over excited about Quidditch?”  She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something sinister going on.

He should have cared more, but Sirius had a habit of pushing thoughts to the back burner, hoping they would ignite into flames and never be seen again. He could feel the anxiety brewing -- with onlookers turning towards the flashing shots of magic, with whispers growing into frantic conversation. But how he handled everything was with a joke because it eased the tug in his gut, the spinning of his head from the guilt that was eating away at him. Besides, this incident was a distraction, a shifting of attention away from him. 

“Of course I don’t think it is about Quidditch,” he countered as Amelia scowled at him. A well deserved response given the fact a scream had rung out through the night, drawing chills to his spine once more. “I just think we shouldn’t panic until we know what exactly is going on. You know how people get, especially after a match.” 

But he would be a fool to not consider the darkness creeping forward. His fingers inched towards his wand. He wasn’t the sort to go down without a fight, even if half of his battles were done with a swift tongue and anger. “Looks like the teachers are going into the forest,” he acknowledged then, a few recognizable shadows and faces weaving in between the trees.

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gryffindce:

She turned towards the commotion from her spot at the bar, waiting for her drink, ordered to go so she could rejoin her friends in a few moments. She looked at the girls outside, who were clearly squealing over a letter they were holding. They were Hogwarts students, third years she thought. It was probably an owl from a boy one of them fancied, or maybe news about some celebrity. Or word from home. Whatever the case, they looked giddy, smiles lighting up fresh faces. It brought one to her’s too. 

Of course until she heard that familiar voice calling out a joke that was typically arrogant. She’d seen him when she walked in, and walked directly past him, without a look in his direction. She’d been busy this year, and she’d made a point of seeming even busier any time she saw him, simply because she was afraid.  There had been no indication over what would happen between them this year. Would what they had begun before summer continue? Was he done with her? Would she loose her only way to release the tension which plagued her? Too many questions swirled in her mind, and she needed an answer. She needed to know.  It was on impulse that she walked towards him, drink in hand. Lily propped her hip on the side of his table, shaking her head at him. “You know, not everything is about Quidditch, or how wonderful you are at Quidditch.”

He eyed the scene with a speculative gaze, the flashes of light weaving through the forest, the ominous atmosphere that was crawling towards the pub. He should have been more afraid. The commotion behind him had already begun, chairs scraping against the floor as wizards and witches rose suddenly, questions being thrown to and fro -- all without answers. The night had played out almost ideal, with laughs and sweets and distractions that Sirius needed, had yet to permanently find. 

It was an all too familiar voice that drew Sirius’ attention away from the window, a voice that was a poison seeping into his veins. He should be better, but tossed about sheets and strewn limbs dictated otherwise. He wondered when he had lost all of his backbone or if it had never been there to begin with.

Sirius needed to open his mouth, to right the wrong that he had created, to ease the guilt clawing into his shoulders. But he was much better at r-u-n-n-i-n-g. 

“Me, wonderful at Quidditch? I think you’re talking to the wrong Gryffindor.” He chuckled softly, before gesturing towards the forest. “What do you think is going on out there? Seems like everyone is getting into a fuss.”

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ten days - flashback

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It had been ten days. 

Ten days and no explanation. Not a word from Sirius, no owl, no sign of any secret note like the ones they used to hide for each other when they were kids. Ten days of silence. Ten days of his parents going through five stages of anger. Sirius left, they’d told him. Your wicked brother insulted us and our name. Your selfish brother is not coming back. Your heartless brother doesn’t want you anymore.

After the initial shock, Regulus had been angry too. This was Sirius’ final stance, that he was too good for them all, that he no longer needed the Black name. What hurt the most was that he obviously hadn’t thought about Regulus at all, hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye. Regulus had been trying to reason with logic for the past ten days and there was just no good explanation for why Sirius had left so abruptly. When he’d gotten through that anger and tried to rationalise it, he came to a decision. He had to get Sirius to come back home, they could talk things over, fix whatever it was that had pushed them apart for so long. 

There was only one place Sirius would have gone. James Potter’s. Their friendship made Reg’s stomach turn. James had stolen his brother the day Sirius had boarded his first train to Hogwarts. Everything that Sirius had with his little brother went out the window because he now had James for all those things – the games and the jokes and the stupid notes and … that was it. James was the permanent replacement.

As Regulus stood on the doorstep of the Potter’s house, it took all his might not to just set the place alight. He raised his clenched fist and knocked twice. A kind-faced woman with rosy cheeks greeted him. ‘Hello… I didn’t know James was expecting someone...’ “Is Sirius there? I’m his brother.” Regulus replied, attempting to drain all emotion from his words. He would not break, not before he’d even seen his twat of a brother. 

Doused in flames -- the relationship with his family. A part of him was still burning from the words they threw at him, branding his skin with the word ‘traitor’ over and over again. It was stupid of him to go back to that house, expect something to have changed, expect some of the poison to be neutralized with time and space. Being sorted in Gryffindor meant one thing, there was something wrong with Sirius Black. 

He had worn the burden for years, his shoulders aching from the weight. Whenever he laughed or smiled, the voice came back.

‘What good are you anyway?’

And it cackled when he found no appropriate reply, a menacing howl. 

Sealing himself up in James’ house had been the plan, the only logical thing he could do. He knew James was worried about him, the boisterous member of the clan becoming mute and transparent. Even James’ parents eyed him skeptically, waiting for the reason as to what was wrong, or some kind of detail that could bond them together. Sirius had nothing to offer. It was a pattern as of late. So when the door of the spare bedroom he was staying in opened, it took every ounce of willpower to compose the shock that rippled across his expression.

Regulus. He could only fucking imagine what mom and dad beat into their brain. He hoped for the best, swallowed the assumption as best as he could, though there was already a lump in his throat. 

He dragged both hands down his face and rose from the bed, giving his brother a once over. The brother who was more of a stranger than a friend -- a hollowed outline of the sibling he used to be, what they used to be.  

“I...I wasn’t expecting you to find me.”

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Moments ago, butterbeer slid down his throat, the sugary concoction leaving a pleasant taste on his tongue.

Moments ago, he was mimicking a first year who got lost on a flight of changing stairs, believing he was trapped forever on the third floor.

Moments ago, a scream rippled through the night and Sirius’ ears craned only slightly towards the direction of the noise. The second one commanded his attention, loud enough to prickle at his spine, raise a small pattern of goosebumps along his arms -- hidden by the quick shimmy of the sleeves of his robe.

Anxiousness coupled with impulse led Sirius to the window of The Three Broomsticks, catching bits and pieces of light flash through the forest, the all too familiar tug of electricity that came with casting magic. 

“Didn’t know everyone was so passionate about Qudditch,” he called over his shoulder, his voice neutral other than the twinge of humor he allowed to seep in. “Guess Hogwarts should play their best more often.” 

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