November 23rd, 2008
September 29th, 2008
August 3rd, 2008
July 14th, 2008
July 13th, 2008
July 7th, 2008
Private to Regulus Black
Regulus ---
Meet me just outside the grounds of Malfoy Manor at eleven.
Sirius.
Meet me just outside the grounds of Malfoy Manor at eleven.
Sirius.
July 1st, 2008
June 25th, 2008
Private to Dora Tonks
Dear Dora,
Has your zombie ghost died?
Are you off eating brains?
Stealing souls?
Joing occult groups to brain-wash beautiful muggle boys?
Where are you?
Sirius.
Has your zombie ghost died?
Are you off eating brains?
Stealing souls?
Joing occult groups to brain-wash beautiful muggle boys?
Where are you?
Sirius.
Private to Andi Tonks
Dear Andi,
You haven't sent any food over for a while, so I thought I'd justsee if there are any cookies going [deliberately poorly crossed out] check you're all right. I haven't heard from Dora for a bit either. Maybe I should go and check on her. She's probably up to all sorts of trouble! How's Teddy? Is he still flying his broom? I hope he's getting lots of practice ready for the Gryffindor team!
Everything is pretty quiet here. We're talking about going camping for next Full Moon. Oh! And I got a job! Working with bikes! It's in this big warehouse type garage, and there's another bloke working there called Daniel. He's teaching me loads of stuff about the cars as well, because there's more of those coming in. Yesterday was my first day. Remus complained that I got bike grease over everything, but I really don't know how it got on the bathroom ceiling.
Anyway, give Teddy a manly-black slap from me! I'll come and see you both soon.
Love,
Sirius.
You haven't sent any food over for a while, so I thought I'd just
Everything is pretty quiet here. We're talking about going camping for next Full Moon. Oh! And I got a job! Working with bikes! It's in this big warehouse type garage, and there's another bloke working there called Daniel. He's teaching me loads of stuff about the cars as well, because there's more of those coming in. Yesterday was my first day. Remus complained that I got bike grease over everything, but I really don't know how it got on the bathroom ceiling.
Anyway, give Teddy a manly-black slap from me! I'll come and see you both soon.
Love,
Sirius.
June 8th, 2008
He tentatively pushed at the door with two fingers. Sirius had lived in Grimmauld Place sixteen years and had never entered this room. It had been strictly off-limits, though Sirius didn't recall ever having been told this. He had known it instinctively, and never with any degree of curiousity.There was no forbidden appeal behind this door. The moment his fingers touched the door he felt like a small child. He held his breath as the door opened, afraid of a room, twenty one years old, and afraid of a damn room.
The room was remarkable only in its plainness. He didn't know what he'd expected, but it wasn't this; a bed, a vanity table, large dark wooden cupboards. Sirius looked down at his feet, black boots against the dark worn carpet. From behind him there was a sharp noise and Sirius swung aroung, his heart slamming forward in his chest. As he turned he caught the edge of the vanity table, tipping it back against the wall.
Sirius swore, looking out into the hallway and realising that the noise had come from elsewhere in the house. With a deep breath his heart seemed to settle again. For a moment he'd thought - stupidly, childishly, with a cringing fear he'd thought he'd turn to find his dad standing in the door way. He steeled himself and looked at the vanity table, it's mirror still wobbling. The oval mirror was large, encircled by white detail that at first looked like swirls, but on closer inspection was made up of entwined snakes.
A large patch of dust had been cleared from the middle. Sirius assumed that Dora had wiped it, he could see two fingerprints against the glass in the light. He leant forward, catching his own reflection. "You have tooth paste on your cheek". Sirius started a little, then raised a hand to wipe the smudge away from his cheek. At least the mirror had spotted it before James - Sirius leaned closer, there was a flicker of something else there now. An indistinct shape, it looked something like a person, "James?" he said, now so close to the mirror that his nose almost touched the glass. It sharpened in degrees, the edges becoming clearer until Sirius could see his room and James sleeping there.
He jolted away from the mirror in surprise; the mirror had showed him James when he'd thought of him, what else would it show? "Kitchen," Sirius said, jolting back even further as the long wooden table of the kitchen swirled across the image of James sleeping. So his parents had been able to watch the house. Did it work in the house alone? "Harry Potter," he said, his voice less even than he'd like. But the images faded all together, and there was only his own face reflected there now.
Cautiously he reached out a hand, fingertips moving towards the mirror. How did it work? Could it hear them speak? His fingers hit the glass, smudging his fingerprints across them. Why would you watch your own home this way, what could happen here that you couldn't miss, what did you think we would do? Sirius seized the white serpent edges of the mirror, ripped it forward, tugged against the wood. The wood splintered and fell. The mirror smashed against the vanity table, shards travelling across the table.
Sirius felt the scratch of glass against his palm and released the wooden frame. It immediately sprang up onto his splintered supports. Behind the few remaining shards was a hollow, deeper than the thickness of the mirror could possibly be.
With a careful finger he poked out the final remaining shards and reached in his hand. It was ridiculously dangerous, putting his hand into a darkness in this house. His hand moved back a little way and he lowered it, settling on what felt like parchment. Sirius dragged the bundle back out towards him, wondering what parchment could be so important as to be hidden here.
The parchment was old and it was a large bundle. It was tied messily with a length of string. Sirius turned them in his hand, pulling away the string as he turned them.
He looked at the first; Dear Regulus,
Sirius laughed, a huff of air that could have been a sob too. He pulled the first one away, leafing through the lot, all written in his hand, all bearing Regulus' name. They'd been hidden here all this time, behind the mirror she'd watched them in. Not once had Sirius received a reply to his letters in that year, the year between his leaving for Hogwarts and Regulus joining him.
"No!" he shouted, tearing out of the room, along the hallway and thundering down the stairs. The curtains of the portrait flung open before his feet touched the bottom step "Traitor, scum, shame of my-"
"You!" Sirius raged at her as she screamed on, "YOU HID THEM! YOU KNEW YOU EVIL OLD FUCKING HAG!" His wand was drawn and he was casting every hex he could think of, his mother screaming even louder as his spells made only the slightest of tears at her portrait.
The room was remarkable only in its plainness. He didn't know what he'd expected, but it wasn't this; a bed, a vanity table, large dark wooden cupboards. Sirius looked down at his feet, black boots against the dark worn carpet. From behind him there was a sharp noise and Sirius swung aroung, his heart slamming forward in his chest. As he turned he caught the edge of the vanity table, tipping it back against the wall.
Sirius swore, looking out into the hallway and realising that the noise had come from elsewhere in the house. With a deep breath his heart seemed to settle again. For a moment he'd thought - stupidly, childishly, with a cringing fear he'd thought he'd turn to find his dad standing in the door way. He steeled himself and looked at the vanity table, it's mirror still wobbling. The oval mirror was large, encircled by white detail that at first looked like swirls, but on closer inspection was made up of entwined snakes.
A large patch of dust had been cleared from the middle. Sirius assumed that Dora had wiped it, he could see two fingerprints against the glass in the light. He leant forward, catching his own reflection. "You have tooth paste on your cheek". Sirius started a little, then raised a hand to wipe the smudge away from his cheek. At least the mirror had spotted it before James - Sirius leaned closer, there was a flicker of something else there now. An indistinct shape, it looked something like a person, "James?" he said, now so close to the mirror that his nose almost touched the glass. It sharpened in degrees, the edges becoming clearer until Sirius could see his room and James sleeping there.
He jolted away from the mirror in surprise; the mirror had showed him James when he'd thought of him, what else would it show? "Kitchen," Sirius said, jolting back even further as the long wooden table of the kitchen swirled across the image of James sleeping. So his parents had been able to watch the house. Did it work in the house alone? "Harry Potter," he said, his voice less even than he'd like. But the images faded all together, and there was only his own face reflected there now.
Cautiously he reached out a hand, fingertips moving towards the mirror. How did it work? Could it hear them speak? His fingers hit the glass, smudging his fingerprints across them. Why would you watch your own home this way, what could happen here that you couldn't miss, what did you think we would do? Sirius seized the white serpent edges of the mirror, ripped it forward, tugged against the wood. The wood splintered and fell. The mirror smashed against the vanity table, shards travelling across the table.
Sirius felt the scratch of glass against his palm and released the wooden frame. It immediately sprang up onto his splintered supports. Behind the few remaining shards was a hollow, deeper than the thickness of the mirror could possibly be.
With a careful finger he poked out the final remaining shards and reached in his hand. It was ridiculously dangerous, putting his hand into a darkness in this house. His hand moved back a little way and he lowered it, settling on what felt like parchment. Sirius dragged the bundle back out towards him, wondering what parchment could be so important as to be hidden here.
The parchment was old and it was a large bundle. It was tied messily with a length of string. Sirius turned them in his hand, pulling away the string as he turned them.
He looked at the first; Dear Regulus,
Sirius laughed, a huff of air that could have been a sob too. He pulled the first one away, leafing through the lot, all written in his hand, all bearing Regulus' name. They'd been hidden here all this time, behind the mirror she'd watched them in. Not once had Sirius received a reply to his letters in that year, the year between his leaving for Hogwarts and Regulus joining him.
"No!" he shouted, tearing out of the room, along the hallway and thundering down the stairs. The curtains of the portrait flung open before his feet touched the bottom step "Traitor, scum, shame of my-"
"You!" Sirius raged at her as she screamed on, "YOU HID THEM! YOU KNEW YOU EVIL OLD FUCKING HAG!" His wand was drawn and he was casting every hex he could think of, his mother screaming even louder as his spells made only the slightest of tears at her portrait.
May 31st, 2008
Private to Andromeda
Andi,
I believe you need a night on the tiles. How does this weekend sound?
Yours,
Sirius
I believe you need a night on the tiles. How does this weekend sound?
Yours,
Sirius
May 27th, 2008
April 24th, 2008
[Private to self]
All right, I changed my mind.
Woke up limbs tangled again...
I need to talk to someone about this. I still don't know why James isn't here, but I wish he was.
[/private to self]
All right, I changed my mind.
Woke up limbs tangled again...
I need to talk to someone about this. I still don't know why James isn't here, but I wish he was.
[/private to self]