#★ ∗ ∘ ∙ 026. sirius black ( asks )
* @mctherdearest — STRANGE PLACE TO FALL ASLEEP ( WALBURGA & SIRIUS )
SIRIUS WAKES WITH A START, AND IT ONLY MAKES HIS HEAD POUND WORSE. the light from his mother’s wand, hovering over his face in the darkness, makes him shut his eyes immediately once again. he looks around, head lolling and still a little dizzy. he’s forgotten to clean up the liquor bottles . . . there’s no way she doesn’t know what this is about — why he is sleeping in the parlor, passed out on the chaise lounge. he anticipates nothing but the worst — but what else is new?
he groans as he sits up, running a hand through his mussed hair. “ well, this was closer than the stairs, ” he drawls, raspy with sleep.
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* @mctherdearest — YOU PITY ME, BUT I PITY YOU MORE FOR PITYING ME ( WALBURGA & SIRIUS )
SIRIUS CLENCHES HIS JAW TIGHTLY. his teeth grind together. he can feel regulus’s nervous eyes on him from across the dinner table. if they were permitted to sit at each other’s sides, sirius is sure his little brother would be nudging him beneath the table, begging him to hold his tongue.
but he hasn’t through the beginning of this dinner — why start now?
his silvery gaze snaps to his mother’s, down to the end of the table where she sits to the left of him. “ the views you have of people you have never even met are antiquated and obscene, ” he hisses. “ you do nothing but show your stupidity when your spew them, mother. ”
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* @mctherdearest — I GUESS WE BOTH LOST SOMETHING WE WERE FOND OF ( WALBURGA & SIRIUS )
HE HAS NO SAY OVER WHO PAYS HIM VISITS HERE. so long as they have enough influence or fortune to persuade the azkaban wardens, they are allowed. and he can do nothing but sit in his cell and listen. not that he’s had many visitors. of course, the first ( the only ) is his mother.
and of course, when she opens her mouth, she only spits venom. it incenses him as it always has, but with renewed, raw, feral vigor. he charges the door. the manacles around his wrists dig in deep, pulling him up short once he’s six inches from the bars. they always do, don’t they? but sirius doesn’t care; he doesn’t mind the pain. he can only feel the fury.
“ don’t you dare, ” he snarls, “ compare our losses. you gave me up! if you’d ever been fond of me, as you so claim — if you had ever dreamed of caring for me the way a mother ought to care for her child? you never would have let me go! ”
their losses are not the same. sirius would give anything to have his family ( his true, chosen family ) back; walburga did everything to push hers away.
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* @mctherdearest — I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S THE TRUTH OR WHAT’S A LIE ANYMORE ( WALBURGA & SIRIUS )
HE STANDS BEFORE HER IN HER PARLOR, NOW THAT HE’S RETURNED FROM KING’S CROSS. it has only been since september that he’s been here, been home, but it feels like it’s been longer. regulus is so eager to have him back, that is clear even though their parents shush and hurry their reunion in the foyer. sirius is shuffled to his mother’s domain, while his father’s study door shuts firmly behind him. he is left to stand alone before her, and he is not sure if that is better or worse.
“ i — i’m not lying. ” he furrows his brow. he is anxious, of course, returning home this christmas of first year, but . . . now he is also confused. how could she think he would lie to her about all of this? “ it’s as i told you in my letters. i — the sorting happened so fast. i had no time to make a selection or speak to the hat at all. ”
the brim barely brushes his hair before it shouts ‘GRYFFINDOR’ to all in the great hall. sirius sits frozen upon the stool, terrified in the silence the sorting brings to gryffindors and slytherins alike, until mcgonagall gently shoos him towards the gryffindor tables. he sits alone until james potter gets sorted as well and chooses the seat at sirius’s side instead of all the others that are available. remus lupin and peter pettigrew come later, over the next few weeks. and he fears his parents’ anger and disappointment — fears the discipline they will no doubt levy his way — but . . . he cannot regret what has happened either. he cannot regret any of it.
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* @lupiinee — I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL YOU GET SOME SLEEP ( REMUS & SIRIUS )
THE ICE CLINKS IN HIS GLASS AS HE MOVES THE SCOTCH BACK AND FORTH. still the same place — still the same order, the same gaudy decanters. “ well, you ought to have a drink with me then, ” he replies with a sharp grin. “ courtesy of my dearly departed father. ” if he has to stay here — if he has to live in this house again — he’ll find ways to enjoy himself. stealing from his father beyond the grave helps, even if only a little. “ a miserable bastard, of course, but he always had fine taste in drink . . . ”
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* @melnchly — PHYSICALLY, YES. I COULD FIGHT A BIRD. BUT EMOTIONALLY? IMAGINE THE TOLL ( marlene & sirius )
THEY’RE BOTH WAY TOO HIGH FOR ANY SENSIBLE CONVERSATION. marlene proves that, doesn’t she? sirius’s eyes are wide as saucers as he nods. the smoke around them, emanating from the joints between their fingers, is hazy and colorful. “ you can’t fight a bird, marls, ” he replies, serious and genuine, even as his words contradict the movements of his head. “ you can’t fly! you won’t be able to catch them, and . . . they have coconspirators everywhere. ”
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* @melnchly — [ PATCH ] MY MUSE STARTS TO HEAL / BANDAGE YOURS ( MARLENE & SIRIUS )
GETTING MARLENE TO SIT STILL IS ALWAYS A CHALLENGE. luckily, sirius has plenty of practice when it comes to james. he keeps one hand on hers, folding in her lap, while the other dabs at the bruising and blood on the side of her face with a cool, damp cloth. moony is better at this sort of thing — good with healing spells, good at that sort of magic. but — well, sirius knows how to handle a blow to the face, at least. “ i must admit, you took that bat to the face quite well, mckinnon, ” he comments with a smirk, concentrating on his work while they sit face to face in the gryffindor changing rooms off the pitch. “ i thought you might forgo the whole of the match to run down parkinson on your broom. ”
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* @mctherdearest — CAN YOU LOOK AT ME? PLEASE? ( WALBURGA & SIRIUS )
ONE HAND ON THE BANNISTER, SIRIUS PAUSES. he keeps his mother’s portrait covered up for a reason. they can’t remove it — sirius isn’t the only black in this house with a gift for sticking charms — and she is heinous to most who pass through these halls, not just her son. but he is alone tonight, trudging downstairs in the middle of the night for a drink when he wakes from a nightmare, and her voice . . . is soft. it is how he has not heard it in years — since he is sorted into gryffindor. and perhaps it is the lateness of the hour — perhaps it is the film of drunkenness over his mind and vision — but he wants to do as she says.
he is ten years old again for a moment, craving his mother’s love and attention and affection before it is forever snatched away — before he begins to push it and her away so he has some control over the inevitable he cannot change. his hands tremble, but he tugs back the sheet hanging over walburga black’s portrait, standing before her in the halls of grimmauld place.
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* @iinmortales — I KNOW YOU FEEL LIKE YOU’RE ALONE, AND I’M NOT GOING TO INVALIDATE THAT. BUT I CAN TELL YOU THAT I’M HERE. AND I KNOW THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO CARE AND HELP IF YOU’LL LET THEM ( LILY & SIRIUS )
MUGGLE CIGARETTES AREN’T AS HARD TO GET YOUR HANDS ON AT HOGWARTS AS THE FACULTY WOULD HAVE YOU BELIEVE. sirius takes a drag, sitting out by the black lake, facing over the waters alone as sunset approaches. well, alone until evans parks herself beside him. for awhile, she doesn’t speak. but when she does speak, of course she knows exactly what to say. and of course, sirius can’t be angry with her. he takes another drag, letting out the smoke, before leaning his head onto her shoulder.
“ was i really that bad? ” he knows he’s a monster ‘round the holidays — when time ticks down until he has to leave hogwarts and return to grimmauld place. sirius just wishes he knew how to keep the monster within. as it stands, he just lashes out, crackling and sharp, at any who love him, it seems. “ i must have been. they had to send you. ” he extends the pack of cigarettes to her — a peace offering.
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* @marblecarved — 💬 ( EUPHEMIA & SIRIUS )
SIRIUS SITS ON THE POTTERS’ COUCH, AS HE HAS DONE BEFORE. not many times, but enough to know its warmth, its smell, its softness. this time is different — this time means and matters more. head in his hands, with euphemia gripping his shoulder, he feels for the first time a mother’s touch that doesn’t hurt. and he thinks about all of it — about everything that brings him here, everything he’s leaving behind, everything that has cast him aside, too, made final by the shipped and packaged belongings arriving on the potters’ doorstep. school things only — books and uniforms, nothing personal from the house, nothing that mattered, nothing from his old life. and even though he runs, this is the final blow: the final demonstration that they do not want or love him, and that they likely never have.
“ i just want a nice, easy life, ” he mumbles into his hands, hot tears choking and clogging his throat. “ what’s wrong with that? ” everything, so it seems, when you are a member of the noble house of black — when you are a son, an heir, who fights the reality of it all at every turn. he is here, and they are there, and one day he will be thankful for that. but for now, it breaks him open, raw and bloody and sad.
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* @melnchly — I DOUBT I HAVE ANY CHOICE IN THE MATTER ( andromeda & sirius )
ALL OF THE CHILDREN IN THIS FAMILY ARE STUCK ON A CAROUSEL FROM BIRTH. round and round they go, decorative and gilded, nailed to the spot they’re placed forever and forever . . . unless they leap off themselves. the two of them manage it, but their siblings are left behind. most of the time, sirius can convince himself that he doesn’t miss regulus — that he doesn’t worry about him, or wish he could see him and speak to him like old times, or regret not doing more to grab his little brother and take him with him when he runs away. but when he visits andromeda, it’s hard not to think of his blood. it might make it harder for her as well.
“ i suppose you’re right about that, ” he replies after a beat of silence, taking another sip of his beer. ted offers him one before he takes nymphadora off to bed, leaving the cousins on their own — a warrant for bellatrix black’s arrest in the paper between them. “ i don’t know why you’d want to talk to any of them again. but if you tried, they wouldn’t reciprocate the efforts, i’m sure. ”
he thinks about frank and alice . . . about their newborn son, and all the other friends and family he and his own have lost in this bloody war. he thinks of regulus, too, dead and gone by now, as much as he tries not to. and he drinks again, the alcohol burning back the unshed tears.
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* @mctherdearest — SENDER LIFTS RECEIVER’S CHIN, INVOKING EYE CONTACT ( WALBURGA & SIRIUS )
REFLEXIVE TEARS STING HIS EYES, AND HIS CHEEK SMARTS. it won’t bruise this time — doesn’t hurt so badly, isn’t such a sound blow — but he can feel his skin heating, turning red at the sight of impact. when his mother grips his chin, raising his face to hers, it forces sirius up on his toes. he grits his teeth, clenching his jaw tightly, along with his fists at his sides. he is twelve years old, and he is entirely different from the boy who leaves grimmauld place for hogwarts not even a year before. when he departs that day, he never imagines he will dread summer holiday. but now, all he wishes is to be back at school.
“ i’m not sorry for what i said, ” he replies in a hiss, gaze burning into hers. he won’t take it back — not after what she says first. he’ll get into even more trouble for refusing to beg for forgiveness, for not attempting to make amends, but . . . though he is anxious over punishments he may receive, further than what has already been levied, he almost wishes for it — wishes for something to break the monotony and loneliness of being back here.
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* @melnchly — I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU’RE OKAY ( MARLENE & SIRIUS )
SIRIUS TIES OFF THE LAST OF THE BANDAGES AROUND HIS ARMS. he looks up at marlene without rising from his seat on the headquarter steps — the ones that lead upstairs to the makeshift infirmary that’s already too full, but that just keeps getting fuller. “ why? ” the question is sharp — accusatory. he sees the way they look at him after the battle — after seeing the way he and his cousin go head-to-head.
“ don’t i look like i’m alright? ” the follow-up is not so piercing, more silken and drawled, though his smile is certainly sharp — sharp enough to cut. he chuckles to himself, fishing out a cigarette and lighting up without bothering to go outdoors. moody can kiss his ass right now. sirius is not in the mood.
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* @melnchly — HOLY SHIT, YOUR HANDS ARE FREEZING! ( MARLENE & SIRIUS )
QUITE A LOT OF SIRIUS CHANGES WHEN HIS ANIMAGUS TAKES ITS FORM. his cold hands do not. he rolls his eyes and tugs his hands from marlene’s, shoving them into his coat pockets. “ shhh, ” he shushes her sharply. “ we’re working. do you mind attempting a semblance of professionalism? ” he winks there. he is one to judge, isn’t he? mad-eye almost wouldn’t let the two of them go on assignment together after the firewhiskey incident last time. they’ve got to ‘behave themselves’ tonight. they’re off to a great start.
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tag drop : sirius black, anti jkr harry potter
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