Bound By Blood.

ch.65~Just a line.

"This is messy. 

Its messy, and its fucked up how it all went down.

I don't want to miss you anymore, but I do."

Undelivered Translated correspondents between Order Member Alexandra Brooks, to Death Eater Mattheo Riddle, 2003.

The black family house, 2003. 

Alexandra. 

"I was wondering when I'd see you here."

The voice was eerily familiar, sounded like one I'd haven't heard in ages. 

One I haven't heard in so long, I'd assumed it was the ghost of this fucked up place trying to talk to me, a hallucination. 

One I knew was gone, so I kept my eye on the tapestry before me, as if only entertaining it in my mind. 

"Still stubborn, I've heard," The voice laughed, "Refreshing to see it in person, however." 

"You're not here." I whispered out loud. 

I may be crazy, "insane" as Riddle even likes to call me, but I won't reached the level where I'm communicating with the dead. 

Not yet, at least.  

"Would you turn around already, Alexandra." He laughed, a chest warming laugh. And then, I heard the floor creak, and I knew it was real. 

"Sirius?!" I audibly gasped, as I turned around and seen him. 

Really seen him. 

"How the hell?!" I laughed, as I ran to him, accepting his hug as he stood there with open arms, "You were dead! I seen it! You were killed by—"

"Your mother." He finished my sentence, placing his arms on my shoulders to look at me, "And as for playing dead, I think you know a thing or two about that, don't you?" 

My heart raced as I met his gaze, a mix of disbelief and relief flooding my veins. 

"You know who she is to me," I said slowly, trying to process the implications of his words. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as if the very walls were eavesdropping on our reunion.

He nodded, a somber expression crossing his features. "I do. Family ties can be as binding as they are suffocating. It's a dark legacy we carry, isn't it?"

I pulled back slightly, the humor of the moment fading into the starkness of our shared reality. "But how? How did you come back? I seen... I seen you die."

Sirius sighed, his gaze drifting momentarily to the tapestry behind me, as if it held the answer to my question. "I had to find a way. When you have as many enemies as we do, disappearing can sometimes be the only option. I made a choice. One that you might not fully understand yet."

"And what choice was that?" I asked, my voice tinged with suspicion.

"To keep you all safe. My disappearance was an act of necessity, a smear of darkness we had to endure to shield those we love from the worst, a secret to hold until the proper timing."

His words wrapped around me like chains, I was so confused. 

We used to be so close to him, Harry, Ron, Hermione and I. Once we found out who he was to Harry.