[Book 3]
❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. ❞
Voldemort is back, only the Ministry just wouldn't see it. Instead, they send the Pink Plague to Hogwarts and accuse Serena's father, the acquitte...
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• Sirius Black •
"There may come a day that I won't be able to help you. But the day will never come that I won't try."
Sirius hadn't heard anything from the Order in weeks. Ever since Ministry wizards had been placed around Grimmauld Place, he had been completely and permanently cut off from the outside world. Fortunately, no one else had been in the house with him at the time and thus trapped, even if he couldn't deny that a little company next to Kreacher would have been nice. Even if it had only been the dodgy Mundungus Fletcher.
But after Dumbledore had gone into hiding, the Order had been scattered anyway and those who had not yet received an order from him were waiting and ready at all times.
The fire was already crackling in the fireplace, even though it hadn't even got completely dark outside yet. But Sirius had had nothing better to do anyway. All the letters lay on the table in front of him, some weeks, some months and some even years old. He had read them over and over again in the last few days to remind himself that there were people outside these walls who were counting on him. In any case, this strategy helped him to keep his hands off another bottle of alcohol or prevented the isolation from driving him mad.
It had been different in his time in Azkaban. Although he had also been cut off from all social contact there, the world seemed to have given up on him and if he hadn't been clinging to a tiny spark of hope, he would probably have lost his mind like many other men before him.
The letter he held in his hand was crumpled and the paper was almost disintegrating. Sirius couldn't recall the umpteen times he had read that letter, but he was sure it must have been at least once a day at one point. He hadn't had anything else to do in his cell. It was the letter from Katherine that he still regretted not having read before his arrest. After all, who knew if the books wouldn't have to be written differently if he had done it.
After his acquittal, he hadn't expected to find himself in a similar situation again. He didn't know what was going on out there and this uncertainty was completely fraying his nerves. In fact, all he could do was sit around twiddling his thumbs until something bad enough happened that they felt it was important to notify him.
It was almost ironic that there was a knock on his front door at that moment. At first, Sirius' heart skipped a beat. His first thought was that the Ministry had finally managed to get through to him. Even if it was almost an act of impossibility.
Alertly, he straightened up and walked slowly to the front door, which was still knocking in an agitated and steady rhythm. "Sirius, it's me. Open the door."
Remus' voice unsettled him. He briefly harboured the hope that the warrant for his arrest would be dropped, but his friend's face showed concern when he finally opened the door, bursting his hope like a soap bubble. The fact that he was standing in front of his front door with this expression could only mean that something had happened and it was probably something of the unpleasant variety. Sirius immediately began to visualise the worst case scenarios in his head before Remus could even say a word.
