Our paths are like a boomerang

He frowned then, dragged out of the horror of his own thoughts for a moment as he looked at Deathbelle more carefully. Her whispered voice dragged his attention to the rest of her. To the bony ribs and lacklustre fur. He wasn’t sure why he had expected to find any improvement in her, considering their last encounter. But the shock of her condition startled him. He frowned deeper, angry little lines between his eyes.

“You look like shit, Deathbelle. “ he said, his voice a growl. “Is this who you’ve chosen to be now? Your legacy? To let everything you built be a memory, be nothing to those you gave life to?” He said, his voice growing bitter. It would be so easy to let himself drift down that path. To shove aside those he loved. To hurt them, and force them to hate him. To be a ghost of himself. He wanted to give in to that hate and anger and hurt in his heart, but he didn’t and how dare Deathbelle, who had always been so strong, be so weak? She was everything his family feared he would become. And where were the people Deathbelle loved now?


"Sirius"