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Mar. 20th, 2016 12:56 am
effingsirius: (we faced it all)
 He's made a lot of stupid mistakes in his life. The one earlier this year will probably remain at the very top of the list (Moony's anger is sobering; is a pain deep in Sirius' heart he doesn'tknow how to mend. He should have known better than to think he-- whose blood was black in so many senses of the word-- could ever be a proper fit for someone as fundamentally Good as Remus has proved himself to be.)

Throwing himself in front of Remus, though-- That's not a mistake. Even if he knows from Regulus that it's probably going to cost him his life, it feels worth it for the best man he's ever known. It's more instinct than thought that has him protecting the other young man.

Even as the pain rips through him-- more than he ever thought possible-- it feels worth it. The only thing he regrets is not being able to gasp out a final apology before the world goes dark.

It's still a little fuzzy when he wakes again. The bright light that shines above his head is blinding; earns a barely intelligible mutter, "--'m I dead?"

That would be a shame, because most everything still hurts.

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Apr. 17th, 2015 10:49 pm
effingsirius: (going mad)
 He's surprised he lasted as long as he did, really. Things had been tense ever since Christmas Break his first year, and they'd only gotten worse since. He's surprised he wasn't kicked out-- or that he hadn't left; he still couldn't decide what this was-- before.

But it'd finally happened, now. He and his parents had argued for the last time and he'd kissed his brother goodbye roughly before taking what he could and leaving; only just dodging the last curse his mother sent his way, his sleeve singed and his arm stinging just a hint beneath the cloth.

He barely even realizes he's apparated to the Potters' when he finds himself at their gate. A part of him knows he's probably set off wards when he pushes the gate opens, but he doesn't care. He makes it to the doorstep-- knocks once before realizing what he's doing and starts to bolt away again.

Except he's left half his stuff at the gate and the other half at the door. He's frozen between the two, mind a whirling mess of confusion and hurt; trying to decide if he wants to leave or if he wants to stay.

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