9 December 2009
Title: A Werewolf's Truth
Smell (also known as prompt): New Washed Hair
Scene: Fourth year, Platform 9 3/4, 1974
Words: 100
Authors note: Sirius disinherited hurts me every single time. Turning point, Sirius. Tomorrow – turning point, Maraduers!
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"Goodbye lads" I saluted and gave my three friends fleeing hugs.
"You're such a girl" James started but spotted Lily, mumbled and left with Peter tailing after him.
"You know" Sirius started, brushing his neck with his hand casually,
"Girlish perhaps, but I'll miss you".
His grays trailed towards where the ancestors of Black stood, waiting for their disapproved, blood-betraying and disregarded offspring.
I sighted."Sirius…"
"It's okay Remus" he lied, "really"
I held him remorselessly close to me now, muffled by his new washed hair I whispered the only truth I knew in his ear.
"Something's will never be okay"
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