Death Parts Us

Prologue~When it went Wrong

"Let me get this straight, my godson is an insane, living corpse who believes he is a serial killer?!" Sirius was stressed. None of this was making any sense.

He managed to break out of Azkaban, break into Hogwarts and find a guy who has been dead for the last thirteen years but this was the bit his brain couldn't wrap itself around. How was any of this possible and more importantly, how did any of this happen?! Where were the adults?!

"Well…" Dumbledore trailed off as Sirius glared at him.

"What?!"

"He has killed three people. By definition, he is a serial killer."

Sirius leaned over the table, a tired expression on his face. "This is going to be a long week." Sirius glanced up, looking through his hair. He hesitated as he approached the pensive. Dumbledore nodded, coaxing Sirius into doing it. "I'm not so sure this is a good idea. Isn't this an invasion of his privacy? Won't he be mad?"

"Oh for goodness sake," Snape snapped as he grabbed Sirius by his hair and shoved his face into the liquid. "And now we wait."

Sirius blinked in confusion. He looked around, trying to spot his godson. The train station was back with happy families reuniting after a long year. The train glimmered just like it did when Sirius went here, long before Harry was even born. 

Turning once again, something caught his eye. Or more specifically, someone.

"Hello there Sly, my name is Molly. Welcome to the clan." 

~~~

Laughing, Sly ran down the platform, bouncing on the balls of his feet and cheering his family along. Molly huffed slightly out of breath, she never imagined this tiny boy- who still hadn’t grown despite all her efforts- was so fast. 

“Come on mum! I want to find Rog and the others,” Sly hissed in parselmouth even though Molly couldn’t understand what he said. “Come on! Come on!” Sly hopped up and down as the twins chuckled, sweeping to their little brother’s side. 

“You should calm yourself Sly,” one of the twins said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Or else we’ll have to chase you,” the other finished, tickling the sides of Sly’s torso. Sly let out his strange garbled mess of a giggle, jumping away and weaving through the obstacles in his way. He could vaguely hear Molly telling the twins off as they chased him to the brick entrance. Sly smiled wildly as he drove through the brick.

Darkness. 

Sly stumbled to a halt, a confused expression on his face. The entire station was dark and cold. All joy and life were sucked out, leaving ice prints along the ground. Sly turned around, finding the entrance gone. He didn’t know where his family was. He didn’t understand. 

“Sly… Sly... Help me.” 

Sly spun, looking for the source of the echoing voice. He knew that voice, that was Ginny’s voice! Ginny was in distress! 

“Sly!” Snapping around, Sly finally spotted Ginny. She was as white as snow, her lips a pale shade of blue and her eyes dull. “Help me… Why didn’t you help me…? Why didn’t you help me Sly?!” Ginny charged forward as Sly jumped out the way. Ginny screamed, screeching like a banshee. 

Sly didn’t understand as water dripped out his eyes. He tried to turn away but when he did he found his path blocked by a different body. The body of that fifteen-year-old boy. Slowly, the body stood, his twisted and joyful expression twitching his features.

The boy dashed forward.

Sly held up his hands in instinct. 

The fang plunged into the boy’s chest. 

The boy started laughing, maniacal and crazed, echoing in Sly’s ears. He doubled over, pulling the fang from his chest and twisting it in his long pale fingers. “That’s the fourth time you’ve killed someone. You know what that makes you. You’re a murder Sly; a serial killer.” Sly shook his head, trying to block out the voice. “First your enemy, then your teacher and then you took the lives of two students- one was your sister for goodness sake. You’re a killer, Sly, cold, heartless and deadly.”

Images flew around Sly who rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. “No… no… I’m not a killer… I’m not dangerous… I’m not a killer…”

“But you are. You’re a killer, Sly. You like it. You like killing people, feeling their blood drip onto your hands as the life leaves their eyes. It won’t be long till you kill again. I wonder who it’ll be. Maybe your family? Or your friends? Or that boy you seem so attached to.” 

Sly sobbed horribly, collapsing to the ground. “Leave me alone! Why can’t you leave me alone?!”

“Because Sly, you took my life, so I’m taking yours in return!” The boy launched forward as Sly jerked out of his dream.

He screamed, the foundations of the house shaking with the power that whipped out to protect him. Items floated, smashing from one side to another when the door was thrown open. 

Molly charged across the room, ignoring Sly’s magic as she brought him into a bear hug, rocking him back and forth. She petted his hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ear until his screams had turned to sobs and his sobs had turned to sniffles. 

Sly clung to Molly as if she was a lifeline, glancing through his hair to look in her eyes, a desperate plea shimmered in the green orbs. “Mum? Please… Am I bad? Is it my fault? I’m bad! I should have died with them!” 

Molly hated the fact she knew exactly what Sly was saying despite the language barrier. She petted his hair, soothing his tense muscles. “You’re not bad, my sweet boy. You never will.” Ama hissed softly, licking Sly’s tears away.

“Don’t leave me… Please… Don’t leave.” The small beg almost broke Molly as she tightened her grip on the child she had come to know as her son.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Molly sighed as she hummed under her breath. She hated seeing her son like this. She wanted to believe it would get better, that it was just grief. But it’s been a year since Ginny died in those horrid chambers and he was only getting worse. 

He barely slept anymore, barely ate or drank. He was always looking over his shoulder and talking to himself. He was restless, unable to sit still but unable to do something. Not to mention they had all noticed the long sleeves Sly refused to take off.

As she looked down and brushed away the frail strands of hair, she sighed. Sly wasn't going to get better. Not without a small miracle.

~~~

Sirius snuck down the road, strolling through Remus's door. His limbs grew as his bones snapped back in place. "Has she agreed yet?" 

Remus glanced over his shoulder, nodding in reply. "Starting next month, we shall start the long, long, long, long, long, long but legal process of getting you free." 

A large grin covered Sirius's face, a hopeful expression daring to come. "I'm coming Cub, just hold on a little longer."