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[July 05, 2008 / 6:42am] |
There was a sense of urgency left in Cygnus' last owl that sent Sirius' mind whirling to every hateful insult once spat at his Uncle during adolescence. And again, only moments before. "I didn't mean to," was no longer a valid excuse -- not when the safety of the only man Sirius truly cared for was now at risk, and those words would be left lingering between them.
With the note clutched tightly in hand, Sirius apparated from the small dingy flat he had recently taken refuge in to the hallway of his Uncle's estate. It was there he'd now take refuge; it was there Sirius would stand stubbornly, not for the family in which Cygnus represented but instead his own love, fighting tooth-and-nail for the life Cygnus deserved to continue living.
No words were made to announce his arrival, and no noise other than the brisk footsteps it took to carry him from where he had appeared to where he now stood; before the door, waiting.
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[July 05, 2008 / 4:27am] |
(scribbled message on crumpled parchment)
Uncle,
It seems as though your influence has reached yet another member of what was once the majestic Black family. My brother's death lies entirely on you -- what had Regulus ever done to deserve such treatment? You were once our role model, but knowing how eager you were to treat me with such hatred.. I can only imagine what you uttered to him before demanding his leave of your precious home, ultimately leading to his demise. There are no words to describe how utterly disappointed I am to have ever claimed I loved you.
Sirius P. Black
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