“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who was in JAIL?”
Corvin felt himself lean into his fathers touch. He had needed it for so long, he didn’t dare pull away.
“From what other professors were able to tell me, she died trying to keep Death Eaters from hurting me.” He braced himself, and pulled his sleeve up showing thin almost spiderweb like scars along his hand and forearm. “It goes up to my shoulder. I had to do my own research, and it’s from using the torture curse on infants and toddlers. Dumbledore says it’s also from my mum protecting me, like how Harry got his scar.” He was proud of himself for not stammering, and getting his voice to steady itself.
Sirius was completely silent while he spoke. Tears welled up in his eyes at the sight. It wasn't hard for him to imagine how painful this must have been, for the both of them. She's really gone, he thought to himself. The last bit of hope he had crumbled to dust. Acting on instinct, he embraced Corvin, while tears trailed down his cheeks. He didn't speak. He couldn't.
