#theonlysiriusblack

[loooneymoony]

"Going to kill me, Harry?" he whispered. Harry stopped right above him, his wand still pointing at Black's chest, looking down at him. A livid bruise was rising around Black's left eye and his nose was bleeding.

"You killed my parents," said Harry, his voice shaking slightly but his wand quite steady. Black stared up at him out of those sunken eyes. "I don’t deny it," he said very quietly. "But if you knew the whole story."

[loooneymoony]

Sirius Black is your lover

"Definitely. We do freaky things together."

[loooneymoony]

Every day for weeks, someone has been sneaking into my muse’s home or office and leaving a note which reads “Why did you do it?” I will write a drabble about what my muse assumes the note is about.

(Damn, this was hard. And I’m changing it so that it only happened once?)

It was the day before everything went to shit. Sirius had come to his house—the very house that James helped pay with his own money because Remus couldn’t hold a proper job with his affliction—and accused Remus of betraying all of them, mainly James and Lily. If he had been any other person, he may have laughed a little. But he wasn’t. He was just a young man who relied on his friends entirely too much, who loved them maybe a little more than he should, and now he was being told that he wasn’t trusted. That he was clearly the one that was betraying them because he was a werewolf, and the Dark Lord was a friend to his 'kind.' In Sirius’ desperate mind, it must’ve made Remus into the bad guy. 

Then everything happened. One minute he was the betrayer and had his best friend mad at him, the next he was alone like he had been at the start. Peter was gone, in the most gruesome way possible. James and Lily were gone. Sirius, ironically as it turned out, was in Azakaban. He didn’t know if he should be angry and vow Sirius punishment and pain for the rest of his life, or just sit down and cry.

There was a letter he found on his desk. He wasn’t sure who had written. It looked a little like Sirius’ writing, but it was too jagged and angry, like someone had written it before they broke. It only took him a moment to realize that he had done it. Why did you do it? he asked himself. He could’ve stopped all of this, somehow, possibly. What other purpose was there for him existing besides his friends? But really he was asking Sirius. A part of him didn’t believe what he was hearing, but he was so alone that the logical part of his mind didn’t matter anymore. He wanted to confront Sirius, to grab him by his shirt and just hurt him. He never felt more like a monster than he did then, at how desperately he wanted to tear Sirius apart.

It was why, for the next twelve years, Remus began to hate him. At least believe he hated him. Because he was alone again, and he was responsible.