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August 9, 1993 (Chapter 2)

“…I can dream all I want to go back to us before The stars aligned, I got left behind I can wait all I want, but your heart is spoken for It was never mine, so never mind Never mind…”

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Summary

Sirius, now escaped from Azkaban, seeks out his godson, Harry Potter, and his old love, Remus Lupin. Come to find out, Remus has moved on and is now dating Sirius’ own niece, Nymphadora Tonks. With nowhere else to go, Sirius goes as Padfoot to Remus’ flat. He can’t believe that Remus really thinks he betrayed James and Lily, his best friends.

Word Count: 685

TW: use of a swear word in the last sentence of this chapter

Padfoot came up to a familiar old house out in the woods. It was large but not overly so, unlike the Black family manor, with walls covered in tangled ivy and other plants creeping up the sides of the brown brick house. He was panting as he flopped down on the front step. His paws were bruised and scarred from the hundred of kilometers he had walked and his fur was terribly matted from being exposed to the elements day in and day out. He howled pitifully and scratched at the door in hopes the man inside would hear and come to the door. He looked up as the door creaked open, tail beginning to wag hopefully. He barked excitedly as he saw who he had traveled all this way to see— Remus Lupin. Remus looked older than Sirius remembered him, more scars, less hair, a duller look in his eyes, but never the less Sirius still thought he was as beautiful as the last day he saw him. Remus looked down at the dirty black dog with wide, unbelieving eyes. He quickly picked up the tired dog and brought him inside as to not let anyone else see him. He brought Padfoot inside, placing him down on the old, threadbare sofa, “Sirius what are you doing here!” Padfoot shifted back, turning into a man with graying black hair , tattooed pale skin, dirty limbs and very much naked. Remus threw a blanket over Sirius’ bare self and rolling his eyes. Sirius sighed, his body relaxing after a long time of being on edge. He looked over at Remus, his gray eyes scanning over the man who had kept him sane in Azkaban, “Remus…” he breathed out. Sirius’ voice was quiet and breathless. He looked at the man in wonder. He reached out and touched Remus’ hand as if to make sure he was real and that he hadn’t gone mad.

“Sirius, you can’t be here. How did you even escape from Azkaban?” Remus whispered like someone would hear them through the walls of his house. A river of emotions was rushing through him: confusion, excitement, relief, anger, surprise and even betrayal. He still thought Sirius was to blame for James and Lily’s deaths. Remus just stared at Sirius.

“No no no no. You don’t understand! I didn’t tell Voldemort where James and Lily were hiding. Peter did and now I’m going to hunt him down and then and only then will I be rightfully charged for murder, Remus,” Sirius was practically seething just thinking about the rat. He wanted to catch Pettigrew and give him the same treatment that Voldemort gave the Potters. Remus looked at him skeptically, still unsure whether to believe Sirius. He sighed, running a hand down his face as he looked at Black.

“Why should I believe you? You were the secret keeper, Sirius. No one else knew where they were,” Remus said, his voice strained.

“Because James changed secret keepers and told Peter! I told Prongs to change secret keepers because my family were all death eaters and because I would be the obvious choice. I told him it would be a good idea… so in a way… it is my fault. But Peter told Voldemort and I didn’t! I went there to warn them because I saw death eaters around the area and I suspected, somehow, Voldemort knew where they were. When I got there… wh-when I got there they were dead…”

“But you got arrested for the murder of Peter too… when does that come into play?” Remus asked, the wheels turning in his mind about Sirius’ story.

“After I left Godric’s Hollow, I went to London and was arrested after Peter disappeared. I didn’t kill those twelve muggles either — that was Peter. I he’s not actually dead. I saw him on the cover of the Daily Prophet with the Weasley family. The young boy was holding him. He’s turned into that rat and scuttled away,” Sirius growled, anger pooling in his veins, “The time I go back to Azkaban, I’ll have killed that son of a bitch.”

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Do you guys prefer short, medium or long chapters/one shots?

edit: I know these are very very short in some people’s eyes. They are in mine too. I’m used to reading 2k+ chapters/one shots, but this is more about the time I have to spend on writing

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Nevermind Masterlist

“…I can dream all I want to go back to us before The stars aligned, I got left behind I can wait all I want, but your heart is spoken for It was never mine, so never mind Never mind…”

Summary

Sirius, now escaped from Azkaban, seeks out his godson, Harry Potter, and his old love, Remus Lupin. Come to find out, Remus has moved on and is now dating Sirius’ own niece, Nymphadora Tonks. With nowhere else to go, Sirius goes as Padfoot to Remus’ flat. He can’t believe that Remus really thinks he betrayed James and Lily, his best friends.

Chapter 1: July 27, 1993

Chapter 2: August 9, 1993

Chapter 3: October 31, 1993 (In progress)

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July 27, 1993 (Chapter 1)

“…I can dream all I want to go back to us before The stars aligned, I got left behind I can wait all I want, but your heart is spoken for It was never mine, so never mind Never mind…”

Nevermind Masterlist

Summary

Sirius, now escaped from Azkaban, seeks out his godson, Harry Potter, and his old love, Remus Lupin. Come to find out, Remus has moved on and is now dating Sirius’ own niece, Nymphadora Tonks. With nowhere else to go, Sirius goes as Padfoot to Remus’ flat. He can’t believe that Remus really thinks he betrayed James and Lily, his best friends.

Word Count: 276 (sorry it’s short. The other chapters will be longer.)

A/N: Updates will be random and I have no schedule but I. will try to have regular updates

A black dog trotted across the field, fur matted and dirty. His paws were sore from how far he’d traveled. He padded through the streets of Hogsmeade, growling and huffing at all the wanted posters of Sirius Black that were posted on almost every window of every store. The deer hound made his way through the crowded village, claws clicking against the cobble streets.

A little kid ran up to him, giggling with hands extended. Padfoot scrambled back, dodging the grabby child. He nudged the child to the side, running off down an alley. He walked down the alley, avoiding people and various objects around him. He made his way out of the town and past a familiar old wooden shack. The dog stared for a moment before moving on. He ran across the field, the grass moist under his paws as he made his trek to the large castle in the distance.

Padfoot shivered as he approached the castle, the fur on his neck raising as he felt a sudden chill spread over his body. The grass and flowers around him froze and wilted as something came closer — the something being a dementor. The prison guards floated through the sky around the castle, their tattered cloaks draped over their skeletal bodies. The dog let out a short growl before proceeding on. He circled the foundation of the stone castle before finding what he was searching for. He found a place in the foundation of the bricks that was big enough for his thin, malnourished body to fit through. He squeezed through the crack, panting as he came out on the other side into the dungeons.

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Losing Game

TW: Me needing friends 😭

A/N: This little blurb type thingy is based off an experience I’ve been having. The names in this are not their real names.

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   I just need to stop making friends and introducing them to each other. It’s always a losing game. See, I had this one friend, Grace, and another one, Radley, and now they're basically best friends. Instead of me making them laugh, they make each other laugh. The thing is Grace made fun of him. All my “friends” made fun of him just because he looked different than the other boys who played basketball and football. He did theater. Grace didn’t like him, and when I invited him to sit at our lunch table, she told me he was creeped out by him. Grace, and my other friends, called him weird, gay, said he looked like a drug dealer, a rapist, and many more things that they wouldn’t be brave enough to say to someone’s face. But now, they laugh and talk all the time. I try to hang on to our friendships, but it’s like trying to swim upstream of a raging ocean. So far I’m losing, but I’ll find more friends that I keep…right? That’s how that works, a ‘Happily Ever After’ once everything is over? No. No, I've figured out the hard way that’s not how it happens. And while they say they want to be friends with me still, I know that if they did, they would try.

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I’m putting it out there… I think Alastor is the Axeman of New Orleans…

The Axeman, notorious serial killer in New Orleans around the 20s (just before but very close to), who was never caught. Absolutely loved music and jazz - was threatening active murder if people didn’t “jazz it” when he was in town.

We already know Alastor was a serial killer and he got taken out when trying to hide a body. We see New Orleans elements in his room (the bayou/swamp) and the bar styling in the lobby, and we know he was based around there at one point or another. He loves music and particularly jazz (at least from what we see of his music styling), and is obviously from the 20s era of things from his styling, perhaps just a little bit before because of his silhouettes and what not.

I personally think things are overlapping a little bit too much to be coincidence……….

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