NOTE: Okay guys here is the prolouge. All characters e belong to J.K. Rowling but I don't plan to make any money off it anyway so...
p.s. Thoughts are in * *'s and actions in 's.
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As Sirius Black stared out the third floor window that was in his room, he noticed how bright the stars were, how green the grass was, how deep the sky seemed, and how beautiful the moon was. As he gazed up at the brilliantly shining disc, he thought he saw a face long forgotten, the face of his lover. Her purple eyes were as bright as ever but they seemed to glow with a new type of pride. It seemed like she was trying to tell him something, maybe that she was alive?
*No, that's impossible, Sirius you're losing it. You know she died the night that...
that... Lily and James...died. By the same person too... If I ever get my hands on him he won't know what hit him. A of wave anger surged through his body and he felt his hand tingle with urge to ring that man's neck, to feel the satisfaction of...*
The distant hoot of an owl brought him back to his senses and he suddenly realized how cold it was. With a great sigh he shut the window and turned to gaze at his surroundings. His breath suddenly caught in his throat, this, this room was were it had all started, 16 years ago..
p.s. Thoughts are in * *'s and actions in 's.
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As Sirius Black stared out the third floor window that was in his room, he noticed how bright the stars were, how green the grass was, how deep the sky seemed, and how beautiful the moon was. As he gazed up at the brilliantly shining disc, he thought he saw a face long forgotten, the face of his lover. Her purple eyes were as bright as ever but they seemed to glow with a new type of pride. It seemed like she was trying to tell him something, maybe that she was alive?
*No, that's impossible, Sirius you're losing it. You know she died the night that...
that... Lily and James...died. By the same person too... If I ever get my hands on him he won't know what hit him. A of wave anger surged through his body and he felt his hand tingle with urge to ring that man's neck, to feel the satisfaction of...*
The distant hoot of an owl brought him back to his senses and he suddenly realized how cold it was. With a great sigh he shut the window and turned to gaze at his surroundings. His breath suddenly caught in his throat, this, this room was were it had all started, 16 years ago..