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Through the Veil
The pain was excruciating. The darkness pressed down, weighing a ton, and crushing his bones to powder. He was falling, falling, and the light above him was fading, but yet the veil still fluttered in front of his nose…
The Loneliness of Eight Years
Sirius’s insides heaved as if he was going to be sick, but nothing came out. Only a foreign, empty feeling remained in the pit of his stomach, closely reminiscent of an urge to vomit, but not quite right.
It Was a Strange Sensation
It was a strange sensation, to be so conscious of everything, to know what was going to happen, and at the same time feel incredibly detached from his body, which knew nothing.
A Bigger Mistake than Landing in Azkaban
"The first big party of the year, come on, it'll be fun!" Sirius said, eyes dancing with excitement.
Part I: The Morning After
“There were thirty drunk teenagers at that party last night, me included. But, Padfoot mate, none of them managed to make more of an idiot out of themselves than you!” Remus wasn’t mad as much as he just needed answers.
Part II: Confrontation and Guesswork
Sirius’s head whipped around, and he just caught a glimpse of a head of messy black hair before the Invisibility Cloak adjusted itself again, and the hole swung shut. James was following Lily.
Part III: Full Moon
Nodding to Peter again, Sirius picked James up carefully into his arms, and with the great difficulty and stooped silhouette of a very old man, made his way slowly into the shadows.
His Midlife Crisis Came Early
Tears were coursing down his cheeks in furious frustration, as Sirius stood, only a human channel through which strange, old magic could come and go as it pleased. It was just too bad that Merlin could defy anything and everything, in his mad realm beyond the veil, and that Sirius was helpless to protect his own thoughts.
Something To Live For
Sirius sighed, almost resigned to another trip back into the past. He was a seasoned traveler now. He was a martyr.
A Marauder's Last Stand
Without waiting for a reply, Sirius rose from his chair and walked over to the fireplace. “You have half-an-hour, Mr. Potter,” he informed a startled James. “Go get ready, ‘cause the Marauders are hitting the town!”
There was one thing Merlin was wrong about, though, Sirius thought to himself with a heavy heart. He had said that cathartic experiences were preferable to eons of solitude, but he didn’t know that a day of silence, invisibility was the same.
Dulce Et Decorum Est
“There was a saying after your time that goes, ‘Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.’ Sweet and proper it is, to die for one’s country. Why shouldn’t it be the same for family?”
Weeping softly, Remus clutched him firmly against doing more damage and continued to talk to him, as much for his own benefit as Sirius’s. Now that he held him, Remus knew that Sirius physically did exist, that he could be touched, that he was not merely an apparition borne of his own sick hope or insanity.
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