The Same Path
Your name made the rounds when you came to Azkaban. No stone walls flanked by hellish dementors could keep it out. Sirius Black, they all whispered, is a deranged killer. Murdered thirteen people, he did. The Dark Lord's right and man. He'll languish in here until the flesh melts off his bones.
I wondered if this really was Sirius. The Sirius I knew. The one who forsook his family for traitors and Muggles.
You and I had taken paths so different and yet found ourselves, together, cousins of blood, in the deepest bowels of wizarding civilization.
In the silence of my thoughts, I laughed.
