02-02-2010, 10:27 PM
Sirius frowned as they said their goodbyes, slowly breaking eye contact as he heard the promise of tomorrow's return. It was disheartening in the least, the knowledge he had only brought profound isolation. His friends, the ones he loved so much were right there in front of him. The four of them, just like in their glory days. Together. Before the fighting, before the distrust, before the killing. It was like living in a disgusting horror movie that's ending had been perfectly spoiled.
Then an idea came upon him as he listened to Peter's slumbering breath. The old Peter was different, but the same. He was still young and though held all the rotten standards the old one did- he hadn't betrayed his friends. Not yet. It was the same with James who smiled quite innocently with that very famous Potter charm. He was very much still alive and kicking, if his attempt to pull apart the two wizards was any demonstration. And not least of all Remus, constantly the innocent bystander in all of it. It was in his power. He could stop it all. He could keep his eye trained on Peter, and keep his activities in check to spare everybody harm. He could save his best friend, Lily too. James Potter would not be condemned to an early grave once more. Harry! The young Harry could live with both his parents! Never again would his godson suffer abuse from the hands of those filthy muggle relatives of his. It was up to him. Only he could wipe the premature wrinkles off of Moony's face. Always and forever he would look as he did today, all smiles and responsible concern. No longer would Sirius have to see it. The hardened face of exhaustion, deserved by someone much older than merely thirty, the one that adorned the werewolf's features on a near constant basis. This face in particular he knew so well, he should though. He saw it himself in his own pallid expression.
It was as if he was forced to resume the role in a grotesque performance, but this thought only brought a smile to his face. If this was simply a theater then he would be a good little actor, playing his part. But, this time he would change the script on his own. Detail by excruciating detail.
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