Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Seven
Let Go
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met
(Samson - Regina Spektor)October 13th, 1998Leaving Remus to the prospect of a hopefully eventful night with Tonks, Sirius
stepped out of the fireplace and noticed that number twelve was quiet. Walking through
the drawing room, he caught sight of a note left behind in Harry's scratchy handwriting:
Sirius,
Went to the Burrow for dinner. Weasleys are visiting Shell Cottage.
Don't wait up.
Harry
He chuckled at his godson's lack of subtlety but wished him all the luck and hoped
that Molly did not return home early to catch Harry and Ginny shagging under her roof.
Potter men were notorious for their unintentional carelessness for Silencing Charms.
Determined not to have another conversation like the one that had just taken place
with Remus, Sirius slowly made his way up the stairs toward his room where he could hear
the soft sounds of singing. Smiling at the sweet noise, he quietly stepped into his bedroom
and saw a light coming from beneath the closed door of the adjoining bathroom.
"I want you to want me. I need you to need me.. ." Mia sang from inside, causing him to
grin. "I'd love you to love me. I'm begging you to beg me.. ."
He sighed in frustration as the lyrics hit a little too close to home. He was a complete
idiot. Remembering the years leading up to Mia's return, Sirius had spent nights agonising
over the fact that Hermione was so young and did not know whom he really was to her.
He had made himself sick on Muggle liquor—though nowhere near what had happened