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Unchained [Open]
Sirius Black was no longer in Azkaban. He had spent but a few months there, a small fraction of the time he would have spent had Stacy not ripped him free, but it had left its mark on him. He knew his mind had fractured, he could feel the pieces as surely as if he were holding them in his hands, but he couldn't fit them back together. He didn't know how. He couldn't do it on his own. He needed James. But James was dead.
He should talk to Remus. He'd always been the most sensible and resilient of them. Remus knew what it was like to break apart and then put yourself back together. He'd done that every month since before Sirius met him. But Sirius couldn't go to him, not yet. Not when he could barely string together a few sentences.
Sirius had gone to the city first but it was strange to look out across all those buildings, places that should be full of life hauntingly empty. He turned away and wandered more until he found somewhere full of life. He could forget that he was on board a- what had they called it? Spaceship? It seemed like the four walls around him had fallen away and finally, finally he was free.
He stood still, eyes closed, arms spread, feeling the air.
He remembered his life. There had been bad times, yes. Horrible, terrible times but he had endured. He'd survived. And James had always been there for him. James...
So many happy memories now bittersweet. They flowed over him like waves, each one threatening to take him under but each one he cherished. Life was hard. Life hurt. Knowing that the person who'd brought so much happiness into his life was gone, knowing that Sirius was responsible for his death, it was a pain he could not describe. A pain he never expected or wanted to diminish. But through the pain there was laughter. Through the pain there was love. And that was worth living for, no matter how deep he hurt.
It's what James would have wanted.
"I'll look after him, Prongs. I promise."
He should talk to Remus. He'd always been the most sensible and resilient of them. Remus knew what it was like to break apart and then put yourself back together. He'd done that every month since before Sirius met him. But Sirius couldn't go to him, not yet. Not when he could barely string together a few sentences.
Sirius had gone to the city first but it was strange to look out across all those buildings, places that should be full of life hauntingly empty. He turned away and wandered more until he found somewhere full of life. He could forget that he was on board a- what had they called it? Spaceship? It seemed like the four walls around him had fallen away and finally, finally he was free.
He stood still, eyes closed, arms spread, feeling the air.
He remembered his life. There had been bad times, yes. Horrible, terrible times but he had endured. He'd survived. And James had always been there for him. James...
So many happy memories now bittersweet. They flowed over him like waves, each one threatening to take him under but each one he cherished. Life was hard. Life hurt. Knowing that the person who'd brought so much happiness into his life was gone, knowing that Sirius was responsible for his death, it was a pain he could not describe. A pain he never expected or wanted to diminish. But through the pain there was laughter. Through the pain there was love. And that was worth living for, no matter how deep he hurt.
It's what James would have wanted.
"I'll look after him, Prongs. I promise."
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"Glad to meet you, Mr.Black," she said. For her, the name Sirius didn't mean anything, just a gracefully sounding word. "Have you already decided what you're going to do in this ship? I hope to be engaged in the very next fighting mission. I want to get my world back as soon as possible."
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Now there was a question. What he was going to do? Funny, all this internal reflection and that thought had never crossed his mind. He knew that he was going to look after Harry and apologize to Remus (again) but beyond that...
"I'll see where they need me. I've been in a war but it wasn't anything like this."
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"So you've a war experience, right? Which kind of experience, if I may ask? A fighter, a healer, a magician, a war vehicle driver or something else?"
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Well, Remus hadn't told him not to use magic. In fact they'd used it in front of everyone. And even if he wasn't supposed to it wouldn't be the first time he'd used magic in front of a Muggle.
He pulled his wand from out of his plantsuit pocket and waved it once, issuing a red sparks that briefly formed the outline of a phoenix before falling away.
"Wizard."
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As for the offer... hm. He just met this person and yet they'd all been chosen to fight. They both had the same goals in mind. Just the same, he couldn't help but expect a catch. Things might be different here but he knew the rules were the same. Trusting the wrong person could get you killed.
"Why don't I check out one of your training sessions and then we'll see."
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"A duel - what do you mean by that? A fighting contest? I've seen a lot, but not among wizards. Though I've heard of such contests, but they didn't include fighting, usually more subtle ways were used. Perhaps our magic is arranged differently than in your world."
"Good. I hope to find some more people who're interested and when I'm ready I'll contact you through the comm ring."
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"Earth. I don't know how else to distinguish it from others."
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(OOC. Thank you for the episode!)