“The night shouldn't be dark and full of darkness.” || Prongs & Padfoot
For all his childhood Sirius had been raised to think that being a Black made you noble, made you superior, made you u n t o u c h a b l e. But he knew no man was really untouchable as long as he was a man, above all as long as he cared about someone. He had been raised to be someone from whom he had escaped, and yet, in those moments, he found himself wanting to be that God he had used to wondered about. Not for himself, not for his parents, but for the family he had chosen: for Peter, for Remus, for James. If only he hadn't been so useless, things would have been different. If they all had done something - anything! - against the people he had to call friends once, a kid wouldn't have been attacked, and so wouldn't have his best friends' safety. The time was running out, and so was Sirius, in that bloodly full moon night. “You shouldn't go,” he said James as soon as he reached him, half way between the Shack and the castle. He would have done something. “I can handle Moony on my own.” He would have saved them all.
