Blank Pages of a Lie
Sirius
My family are fools. Every one of them. To think out of thousands of years of existence there are only a precious few to escape the madness! My cousin has fallen for their lies. I only hope he sees that before it's too late. Regulus could help him, but Little Draco wouldn't let him even if he offers nicely.
My brother wouldn't offer nicely.
It's almost curfew, not that that has ever matter to me before, but most people are already in their Common Rooms as the rules demand. I'm left to traverse the halls alone. I like it better this way. There's less people I have to deal with. There's less people trying to worm their way into my good graces, as though I am someone to earn the approval of! The fools! If they knew the truth they would shun me.
Well, if you're still going to sing songs inside my head, I might as well enjoy a little conversation. Do you remember the Head Girl with the sugar sweet smile? I remember what she did to me. Does that help? I know who she is now, the bitch. She's here, as we speak. She's apprentice to Madam Pomfrey. If Dumbledore only knew… How can he let her have such a position which demands trust and care? Apparently I'm not the only boy she's tried to ruin. My nephew—Little Sirius Regulus Black—was almost another of her victims, but he came to me and I got revenge for the both of us before she could hurt him like she did me, before she could ruin him to the love of a woman. She and her husband have been trying to have a child, or so I hear, and what I hear is usually right. I insured she would never bare any one's children. She's unfit to be a mother. What she should do is rot somewhere surrounded by her own nightmares like I have. I have a feeling Remus knows what I did. Then again, he'd know better than anyone what my magic feels like…his hand is still useless.
Does it sound cruel to say I take pleasure in that? One of the earliest laws of man is, "an eye for an eye." They got their just rewards. She will never have the chance to ruin a child's life, and he will never touch me again.
Little Sirius knows not the beast he unleashed onto her. I plan to keep it that way. Regulus doesn't want him to know more than he should of the Family's dark secrets. I agree. They'll drive him mad as the rest of us. Little Sirius is a good boy.
Voices echo down the hall as I get closer to the Tower, and not just voices in my mind. The words at first are mere garble, but the voices are unmistakable.
"Harry, how can you not see it? He's dangerous! You saw what he did to Professor Lupin."
"I know Hermione, and I'm not asking you for permission!" he shouts back. Harry's such a good boy—reckless, just like James…just like me. He has more bravery than he does brain.
"I'm not saying, 'don't have anything to do with him,' Harry! I'm just saying you should be careful! There's something clearly very wrong about all of this!" she urges. I can hear the desperation in her voice.
"Are you calling him crazy?"
Well, she wouldn't be wrong.
"No! But you know he was using the Dark Arts when he hurt Professor Lupin!"
My lips curl upward. Silly girl, such a busy body. She thinks she knows about everything. She's clever, I'll give her that, but she's still only a muggle-born. Magic is still surreal to her. She hasn't learned that all magic can be used for dark purposes. For example, I could scorgify someone until their skin is cleaned away from their bones. Doesn't that sound pleasant? Maybe I could banish someone's heart. She still has yet to learn it is all about intentions.
Besides, my little bone-crushing friend isn't even on the list of spells the Ministry, before it fell to the Dark Lord anyway, prohibits. I did nothing wrong. Then again, some spells are only not considered to fall under the broad range of the Dark Arts simply because the Ministry didn't want to acknowledge that they were real.
"I know that, Hermione!" he answers back again, clearly agitated. Poor little boy. "Mum and Dad wouldn't trust him around me if they thought he might be dangerous."
"But that was before he hurt—"
"Maybe Uncle Moony deserved it."
Oh, Harry! The patches of flesh you liked to leave your mark upon twinge with memories of twisted sheets and tangled limbs. You were so sweet and gentle. I love so, and by Zeus, the almighty father of the Heavens, I beg you run! My love is something neither you or I need or want! It ends only badly.
"How can you say that?" she asks in quiet shock.
Perhaps it is best if I interrupt…now. "Hello," I greet pleasantly as I stride towards them. "Pleasant evening for a stroll," I continue, and through the window to the outside I can see the storm raging as the wind whips the trees and hails pounds against the glass. Beautiful.
She glares at me, knowing I've overheard at least part of their conversation, but of how much she cannot be certain. Harry smiles when he sees me. Foolish boy. Why do I love him again?