(a/n)- I am not quite sure where I am going with this story, I just felt like writing it. If anyone has any suggestions for the story, Than let me KNOW!!! I am not a fucking mind reader and if you don't tell me your thoughts I won't know what they are. Keep in mind, even if you think the ideas are completely stupid, I might not think that. I like to have new ideas. Who knows, your idea could end up making the story SOooo much better. But you will never know if you don't give them to me. And also, if you just like the story and hope I continue it, Please, Please TELL me. It helps me write, knowing that people like my work.
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-Lady Iri
-Anyone can give up; it's the easiest thing in
the world to do. But to hold it together when
everyone would understand if you fell apart,
that's true Strength.-
Prolouge-
He was dead now. The only person who had cared, had truly loved him no matter what. A loving, caring man had been lost. Died protecting those that he had loved. Had fought until his very last breathe. A kind, courageous, and generous man had been killed. Murdered by his own flesh and blood. By family. By his evil cousin. But no one would care.
There would be no tears shed for Sirius Black.
But he would have his revenge, if it was the last thing that he ever had. It left a bad taste in your mouth, simply thinking about it. No one could see past the fact that he was a Black, a dark family. Though, they conveniently forgot that he had hated his family and had run away at a young age, to stay with a widely known light family. They decided to ignore this. They also, surprisingly enough, forgot that he never received a trial, that he was never even questioned. Honest mistake.
But in all honest truth, it was not very surprising. The ministry had silenced a great number of people over the years, if only to ensure that the general public believed what they wanted them to. To keep everyone under their thumb. He had no doubt, that if given a little longer, something… unfortunate would have befallen him. That was simply how they worked, as sad as it was. To think that people had lost their lives for such a meager reason. So they could continue to have control.
But the blame did not all lie there in the ministry. Every year he had almost met his end some way or another. And he had no doubt that it would happen again.
Many people thought that he was reckless, perhaps even stupid. But they were the fools, the stupid ones. Did they honestly believe that everything was fucking luck? How gullible a person could be? There was a reason he was supposed to be Slytherin. And he would now show it to everyone. It was time to drop the mask and come out from the shadows. Everyone would see now. And they would never know what hit them.
The only father he had ever known had been killed. Murdered before his very eyes. The only one who had truly cared for just him and not his image. It hurt, it really did. So bad. But he would be fine. He had felt worse, so much worse.
Everyone thought that he would break. The Order believed that because Sirius died, he was going to cease functioning. Everyone assumed that since the last true family he had was now gone that he would crumble. Everyone knew, they just knew that he wouldn't be able to take it. They knew he would break.
"Fuck that."
'Nothing can break me'