Chapter One Hundred
We've Won
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken, your servant, I kneel
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes.
Violently it changes
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me
(Down With the Sickness - Disturbed)August 15th, 1981Dear Padfoot,
Thank you, thank you, for Harry's birthday present! It was his
favourite by far. One year old and already zooming along on a toy
broomstick, he looked so pleased with himself, I'm enclosing a picture so you
can see.Sirius smiled at the photograph of his one-year-old godson whom he had not seen
in almost six months. While no longer an Auror, the Order of the Phoenix still made use
of Sirius, just as it did with everyone else. The Potters and the Longbottoms had been in
hiding for well over a year now, while the rest of the Order was sent on various missions:
Peter to Scotland to scout potential safe houses, Remus to Wales to infiltrate werewolf
packs—this time with a fully sealed Pack Bond to protect him.
Sirius, however, had been sent to Bulgaria where he had befriended Dark wizards
in darker pubs, who were all too aware of his family name but unaware of his alliances and
personal views regarding the "Mudblood problem."
Letters from his friends kept him grounded in his ethics and values, reminding Sirius
of who he was and what he stood for so he did not get lost in an ocean of darkness similar
to how he grew up. Photographs of Harry reminded him of what he was fighting for.
You know it only rises about two feet off the ground, but he nearly
killed the cat and he smashed a horrible vase Petunia sent me for Christmas
(no complaints there)...