Listen to the wind blow, down comes the night
Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies
Break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light
And if you don’t love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying
You would never break the chain
Monday 1st June 1981
“Thank you for meeting me,” Dumbledore said, from across the little table. They were in a muggle café, and he had replaced his normal wizard’s robes with a ridiculous assortment of clothing—a garish, brightly patterned Hawaiian button-down, a studded leather belt, and a pair of bell-bottom jeans embroidered with daisies. Sirius blinked in shock.
“Er…of course,” He said, sitting down hastily, casting a nervous glance over his shoulder. They were getting a few strange looks from some of the muggles at the next table over, but Dumbledore simply smiled placidly and waved his wand, and suddenly everyone in the café seemed intent on ignoring them.
“Sorry, sir, but…why are we meeting here, exactly?” Sirius asked, still unable to shake the tension that crept across his shoulders. It had only been two days since the attack, and while James had been well enough to move back to the Potters’ when he woke up the previous morning, Sirius didn’t like leaving his side—he was eager to get back. Still, when Dumbledore asked you to meet him somewhere, you went.
“Ah, that would be because Marjorie makes the best lemonade this side of the Thames,” Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling. He nodded to two glasses on the table in front of him, which did indeed appear to be filled with lemonade. Sirius stared at them for a moment, then looked back up.
“Sir, you told Lily to be ready to leave if you contacted her—is that was this is about?”
“She told you that, did she?”
“What? Yes, I mean—was she not supposed to?”
Dumbledore sipped his lemonade, thoughtfully, studying Sirius’s face. “She trusts you, then.”
“I—yes, of course.” Sirius shifted, uncomfortably. He had the distinct feeling that he was being given some sort of test, without any time to prepare.
“And you trust her?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
“Who else do you trust, Mr. Black?”
“…what?”
Dumbledore leaned forward, placid smile replaced with an intense, burning gaze. “It is a simple question, Sirius. Who else do you trust?”
Sirius stared at him, trying to figure out what he was meant to say. “I…I’m not sure I…understand…”
“Hmm.” Dumbledore sat back, peering over his spectacles. “You are incredibly close with young Mr. Lupin, are you not?”
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All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )
ФанфикAll the Young Dudes by mskingbean89 written from Sirius' POV, All credits for this story goes to rollercoasterwords on ao3. *THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK. *THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THIS STORY IS ROLLERCOASTERWORDS ON AO3.
