Death Parts Us
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  • Reads 5,878
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  • Parts 20
  • Time 1h 56m
Ongoing, First published May 23, 2021
When Sirius Black breaks out of prison, seeing his godson hanging around that rat, he does the most logical think that occured to him. 

He was going to break into Hogwarts and rip that stupid rat into a million pieces. He couldn't imagine a single thing that could go wrong. 

I can think of a hundred. Predictably, Sirius was quickly found out and brought to the headmaster but with things already far of track, Dumbledore sees a way to get things back to the way they should be. 

Little did Sirius know, a lot more had changed on the Halloween night that he had ever realised.


Sequel to Till Death do us Part- please read that first or else this won't make any sense.
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He had achieved almost everything he had wanted. He had power and he was immortal. And yet, there were a few things he hadn't achieved. He had not been able to get rid of his fear of defeat. And he had not been able to forget what had happened that fateful night fifteen years ago. If you asked him whether he has rued what happened that night, he would tell you that there's no room for repentance or contrition where there's not even a conscience. Yet he would tell you that although he felt no remorse that did not mean he did not regret. Sometimes you only know what you've had when you lose it. Sometimes it needs loss to inspire perception. Sometimes you need a second chance. And sometimes you get it. ********** This is the sequel to my story "Poison", and I guess it's necessary to have read "Poison" for "Perception" to make sense, so please feel invited to read "Poison" first if you haven't done so yet ;-)