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effingsirius) wrote2016-11-21 12:07 am
effingsirius) wrote2016-11-21 12:07 am
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peace is war by other means
It's soon enough after the war that an increase in incidents involving Muggles anywhere in the UK gets the Aurors and the Order poking their head in. A confirmed death, disappearances, and a number of addled Muggles was definitely something that called their attention. Preliminary investigations turned up at least one Death Eater's son in the vicinity; he was put on the shortlist instantly. Most of the people assumed he was the man they'd be nabbing, at the end.
But interrogations of the Muggles who seem to have been put at risk yield an interesting new factor. Yield a description of one Sirius Black, previously missing and apparently turned dark in his absence. Yield, from a few of the Muggles, blurry memories of a snake.
The Aurors are ready to arrest him on the spot. The Order members know better. Relay the information back to the Potters, who are understandably upset, and to Dumbledore, who poses the possibility of Horcruxes to them.
In the end, they ask Lily to go out. She's familiar and loved enough she probably won't seem a threat to Sirius if he has taken a dark turn. Is skilled enough that there is a Horcrux, she'll likely be able to handle it.
They still have some people accompany her, but when the time comes it's her they're allowing to knock on the door of the apartment they've determined belongs to one Sirius Black.
When he opens the door, for a heartbeat of a moment he's nothing but a shell. When his glazed eyes take in who's standing there, though, the foreign soul in him hisses. Twists a little at the controls it has on him to bring back a bit of the light in his eyes but none of the actual feeling behind it.
"--Lily." He's still so pale. His voice and eyes are still so dull. The smile doesn't reach his eyes, "What are you doing here?"
(The snake, elsewhere in the apartment, slithers to try to find a hiding place.)
But interrogations of the Muggles who seem to have been put at risk yield an interesting new factor. Yield a description of one Sirius Black, previously missing and apparently turned dark in his absence. Yield, from a few of the Muggles, blurry memories of a snake.
The Aurors are ready to arrest him on the spot. The Order members know better. Relay the information back to the Potters, who are understandably upset, and to Dumbledore, who poses the possibility of Horcruxes to them.
In the end, they ask Lily to go out. She's familiar and loved enough she probably won't seem a threat to Sirius if he has taken a dark turn. Is skilled enough that there is a Horcrux, she'll likely be able to handle it.
They still have some people accompany her, but when the time comes it's her they're allowing to knock on the door of the apartment they've determined belongs to one Sirius Black.
When he opens the door, for a heartbeat of a moment he's nothing but a shell. When his glazed eyes take in who's standing there, though, the foreign soul in him hisses. Twists a little at the controls it has on him to bring back a bit of the light in his eyes but none of the actual feeling behind it.
"--Lily." He's still so pale. His voice and eyes are still so dull. The smile doesn't reach his eyes, "What are you doing here?"
(The snake, elsewhere in the apartment, slithers to try to find a hiding place.)
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"It's not-- your fault," is all he can manage to assert. It will take time, before he can even begin to consider the rest, "Let's-- figure out my blame for when we've pieced it all together, nn?"
The kiss to his lips has him blinking in surprise again, more obviously now. He doesn't draw back, but he does still a little.
"You shouldn't," he answers her, voice soft, "You-- he wasn't lying, about what I did. I-- I really--" A breath, "All that alcohol, and the drugs-- not just pot, and-- Merlin, acting like a whore for-- one of his people. I-- 'm trash, Lily. You shouldn't want me coming home and-- infecting everything."
His breath trembles again. He vaguely wishes he could cry. At least he's able to respond when other people do.
"It's safe now," he agrees softly, "It's over. He's really gone."
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"Sirius." It's firm again. "You were hurting. In a vacuum, sleeping with people isn't wrong or make you a whore. Doing harder drugs is worrisome but not something to condemn you for. On top of that, you were being manipulated. You were near a horcrux. Do you realize what that does to you? Regulus was—he was by one for less than a week and you saw what it did to him. You were by one much longer. It's not your fault. You can't convince me that you're trash and you can't convince me that you shouldn't come home. You're not going to infect or ruin anything."
It's a lot to say at once. She lets it sink in.
"We've all been manipulated, Sirius. It doesn't make us bad people."
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"Not everyone gets themselves manipulated to where they-- hurt or kill people. Not everyone gets themselves into positions where they get manipulated in the first place, and-- it wasn't like I wasn't doing those things just after the horcux. I-- set my own damn self up for this."
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"I need you to remember that we're not blaming you. We're not, so you shouldn't either. We love you, and the things that happened are not your fault." She'll keep repeating it as many times as necessary. "Because you were hurting, it let him weasel his way in. It's not something to be ashamed of. We should have helped you more."
A breath. "We should let the others know we're all right."
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And it will take him a long time to believe otherwise, even if eventually he'll stop arguing with her aloud about it.
"What more could you have done? I left you and stayed out of touch. How did you even find me?"
Though he does start to get an idea, when he talks about the others. The nod of his head is jerky; a touch resigned.
"All right. Who's-- here?"