I sat on my bed, knowing that I wouldn't get to sleep for the rest of the night.
Deep in Azkaban, removed from the civilised world, in a cell, was my father. No. He isn't my father. He's a Death Eater, a monster. But if Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban, then so could He. I had put him in to Azkaban, and I wanted Him to die there, alone. I had used as much power as I could without incinerating myself to keep him in that cell. That had been the only time I had visited Him, I hadn't even been bothered to speak to him.
That night when Sherrinford died, just before he was blinded, Sherlock had seen the mask of the Death Eater torturing him. More importantly, he had seen the man's eyes behind the mask. He had told me of what he saw, but I was the only one. When anyone else asked if he had seen anything to identify his brother's murderer, he just shook his head, and acted traumatised.
When I found out that my father, the man who had passed his last name onto me, the man who my mother had somehow loved, was a Death Eater, I was not surprised. The only thing that shocked me was what he had shown himself capable of doing.
Capable of torturing someone.
Capable of murder.
In what he thought were his last moments, Sherlock had seen the Death Eater's eyes. The eyes of his uncle, my father.
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Turn Back Time (Potterlock)
أدب الهواة"...I wish we could turn back time, to the good old days..." When Sherlock Holmes and his cousin Henry (Short for Henrietta) meet John Watson on the Hogwarts Express, they don't know the sheer amount of hidden secrets that will come to light. But no...
