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VII

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“I’d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.”
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12 Grimmauld Place
Sirius Black stormed out of the meeting with the Order. Voldermort seemed to have changed and they wanted to take advantage of the situation, so far he agreed. But they wanted to use Harry, his godson. The only family he had left, or at least he cared about. He couldn't allow this to happen. If something got out of control he would lose him too.

He headed towards his room with the intention of relaxing but found his house elf there.

- Kreacher! How many times have I told you not to come into my room?

His elf was actually the elf of the Black family, he remained faithful to his blood family and its ideals.

- Kreacher is sorry.

As always the elf added something else whispering.

- Not really.

He did not bother, he was already used to his mania and knew very well that the elf was still faithful to his brother, Regulus.

- I'll go for a walk. Don't even think about coming here again.

He took his jacket where he had his money. He should not leave there, he was always locked up because many people kept thinking that he had betrayed the Potters and the Order, also that he was a ruthless Muggle killer.
But that day he had had enough, he needed a drink.

- Of course.

This time he whispered something that threw him off a bit but he ignored.

- Toujours pur!

The motto of the family he had abandoned.

The painting of his mother, hanging in the middle of the great room, laughed as he walked out the door.

In some motel near Islington
He had already located the leisure places that he could visit in the muggle city. If he couldn't be seen by other magicians, at least he had the relief of being able to relate to other people. Of course this had not been transferred to any of the Order in fear of being banned from his only leisure. He had been trapped for a long time and unfairly, he deserved something like that.

He walked into the motel and sat down at the first free seat at the bar. As he sat down, a beautiful black-haired woman approached him.

- Would you invite me for a drink?

He smirked at her, he didn't have to deprive himself of pleasure that night.

- Of course, what does this beautiful lady want?

In less than half an hour Sirius began to feel somewhat dizzy and drunk, perhaps he had overdone the drinks.

He was distracted when he felt a sweet whisper in his ear.

- Do you want to go up to a room?

He was not able to refuse with the gaze that the beautiful woman was giving him. He let her take his hand and lead him into one of the upstairs rooms.

The girl played music from a record player that rested on the dresser and began to dance for him. She grabbed his hand inviting him to dance and he did not refuse. He approached the girl feeling her closer to his body.