Zeppazariel

presque vu (almost seen): the intense feeling of being on the very brink of a powerful epiphany, insight, or revelation, without actually achieving the revelation

 

(Sirius Black is born. Sirius Black dies. Everything in between is the unknown.)

Presque vu 

Pia 

"No, sorry, I don't know. I didn't get the usual ups and downs. I got prison," Sirius replies, eyes narrowed past his smile.

"Do you have...an issue with him?" "More and more by the moment."

You are doing this in purpose so fuck you

Sirius' little brother. Always Sirius' little brother.

Regulus was born in the heart of winter, in the most brittle of colds, but he always loved to be warm. Loved the sun on his face. He used to stand here, behind this window, and just feel it. Bask in it. Let the sun love him back.

"Nowhere. He's nowhere. There's no portrait for him."

That's not Sirius. That's the aged corpse of Regulus Black.

It's not supposed to feel like this. Sirius doesn't care. They don't. It's just hair. It's just hair. It's just-

Looking at Padfoot, Remus softly says, "Hi, Sirius." Looking at Remus, Sirius thinks, Hi, Moony.

"No one is innocent," is the brutal truth Sirius gets smacked with, and it's the last thing the neighbor ever says.

"No point," Crouch cuts in briskly. "Won't work on him anyway. I was informed by Auror Moody, who was told weeks prior to this from a reliable source previously close to Black, that not only can Black tamper with veritaserum, but he can resist it."

Voldemort didn't find them at all. Peter told him where to go. Peter was the spy.

The Potters are still safe at home, in Godric’s Hollow.

The safehouse is empty. Peter isn't here.

They let go, together, and that's it. For a very long time, that's it.

Very close now, with Dorcas out. Take a wild guess at who's next. But first, intermission. Let's title it... Doubt.

It's funny. When the doubt creeps in, Remus will think about the question Sirius asked, and Sirius will think about the answer Remus gave, but neither will think about how Peter said nothing at all.

Sirius squawks. "Lily's pregnant? Again ?!"

(You would have known him instantly. You would pretend you didn't. He would have avoided you, and you would have missed him. In the heat of battle, you would have missed him.)

Some of them won't make it through the year the same. Most of them won't make it through the year at all.

1981 is the first year Sirius brings in without having James in some form or fashion since meeting him, even back when they just sent each other letters. It won't be the last, and in fact, it's the first among many. It's a tradition Sirius will have no choice but to keep, and if he'd known, if picking up that mirror could have, in any way, broken that tradition before it even formed, he would have sliced his hand open and bled on his reflection in his haste to make a grab for it.

And times waits for no one. Time doesn’t wait for any of them.

It was definitely a good story but I just had to drag myself through it because I really did not enjoy it

Presque vu

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