Chapter One Hundred Seven
The Map Never Lies
What I've felt,
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown.
Never free.
Never me.
So I dub thee unforgiven
(Unforgiven - Metallica)February 5th, 1994Watching Harry play Quidditch was a dream.
It had been a risk, of course, knowing that Remus would be at the pitch watching
the game as well, but Sirius stayed in his Animagus form, observing from a distance as
Harry flew above the pitch like he had been born on a broom. He had hoped to see Harry
fly opposite Lucius Malfoy's kid, all the while knowing that it had been Malfoy's stolen
Galleons that had paid for Harry's Firebolt but, as it was, the Gryffindors were facing off
against Ravenclaw and not Slytherin.
I should be in there, Sirius thought to himself as he stared at the stands.
He closed his eyes at the thought. A lot of things should be different. James and
Lily should be alive. Mia should be there at his side, married with a couple of kids of their
own. Remus should not be alone in the stands right now, watching Harry as though he
were a painful reminder of what could have been. Sirius stared up at his one remaining
friend in the world, who was not even his friend anymore. No, Remus thought that he was
a murderer, a traitor, a Death Eater. And who could blame him?
Suddenly, he noticed a furry figure approach him from the side. He gave a nod of
greeting to the orange kneazle and Sirius thought, Well, I guess I have one friend.
He briefly lost focus when he heard someone scream, "Expecto Patronum!"
Fear flashed through him at the thought of dementors, and he looked around in a
panic. He stared ahead where he watched as Harry flew downward, wand extended and a
massive Patronus shield emerging from the end of it. He rushed to the side as Harry was
enveloped by his team, all cheering loudly, hoisting him into the air as he held the small