The Last Song of the Brightest Star: The Rise of the Dark Lord
Chapter 4: First Impression
Sparkling silver light filtered through the windows, and Sirius stood there, dressed in an emerald green suit, his dark eyes gleaming. Numerous pearls adorned his fingers as he twisted his wand, testing its abilities.
"You were saying," he continued.
"I apologise, M-master…" came a shivering voice from in front of him.
"Do you think your apologies serve any purpose?" Sirius' voice was dark, cold, and sharp. His gaze was icy as he looked over his opponent. He rather enjoyed the power and couldn't help but smile a little.
"I… I… am unsure… What else…"
"Unsure. Didn't look so unsure when you faltered. Fraternising with Mudbloods, blood traitors, and half-breeds," he said, his voice silky.
Silence followed, except for his enemy's shivers. Sirius was satisfied to see the floor beneath his enemy was drenched in tears or sweat.
"Very well," he said with finality. "Look me in the eyes."
His enemy slowly raised his head, hands trembling.
"Look. At. Me,” He ordered.
A pale white face, much younger, came into view. Long black hair, once perfect but now shabby and wet. Grey eyes, clouded by an emotion he did not yet know. The features were strikingly similar. With a jolt, he realised it was himself, his younger self!
Before he could stop, the darker version of Sirius cast a spell, and jet red sparks shot out of his wand. Pain, unlike anything he had ever known, consumed him. He lay there writhing, screaming. No one heard him, no one knew where he was. No one cared.
“Sirius! Sirius… W… Wake up!”
He woke with a start and was surprised to see a pair of specs zooming in front of him, bright sunlight reflected in it.
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