A Sirius Thought I wish I’d never had...
So we all know the theory about Sirius not being dead after falling through the veil, but being stuck in another dimension. Imagine this were the case for a minute, what if at some point he found a way back?
What if he managed to come back, years later, but being the same age.
Imagine he comes back, confused and scared, but then he sees Remus. If Remus was here, everything would be ok. Sirius’d be so thankful one of them made it, one of them had survived.
Picture him running towards Remus and Remus responding with a blank expression. Sirius finally realising it wasn't him.
Think about Teddy turning around and seeing this man looking so happy to see him and having no clue as to who he is.
Think about Sirius finding Harry. A grown up Harry, older than Sirius now.
He’d be looking at Harry and no longer be able to see James.
Harry would tell him about Remus, and Sirius wouldn’t be able to speak. Even though it had been years, he’d look around for Remus’ reaction. Remus would help, Remus would know what to do. Then he’d remember why he needed help and he’d stop looking.
Harry would tell him about Teddy, and Sirius would be reliving 1981 in his head. Both parents murdered and a child left alone. It was the same exact story but just a different Marauder.
It hurt to look at Harry. That’d be the worst bit. He couldn’t look at Harry without wondering if James would have ended up looking like that.
Sirius would be alone. Sure, he had Harry, but Sirius was the only Marauder who’d survived. All of his friends were dead, everyone from his childhood. He may be alive but he’d never felt more gone.
Then a someone would cough behind him and he’d turn around. Stood before him would be Minerva. Minnie.
He’d just break down, tears pooling in his eyes.
Sirius would sob and Minerva would put her arms around him. She understood. He’d cry for hours, cry for James, Remus, Lily and everyone else he’d lost. He’d finally mourn Regulus. His tears wouldn't stop until there were none left to shed.
Minerva would wait, and finally, when he was silent, she’d offer him a small dish,
“Have a biscuit, dear.”
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