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Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban.
Remus tried to read the letters which so cruelly stated in black and white what his mind could not comprehend to be true. His head was throbbing as he read the words again.
Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban.
The freshly printed headline continued to soundlessly scream at him as he once more looked upon the cover of The Daily Prophet. The world was softly spinning around him.
Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban.
On the front page of the newspaper was his face, the face of the man who Remus had considered his friend. The face of the man he had known as a boy, the face of the man who had taken everything away from him.
Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban.
His eyes were sunken, his cheeks hollowed, his hair and beard wilder than the werewolf had ever seen them. The madness which had so often peeked through his eyes as a boy was on full display in the eyes of the man.
Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban.
His features were recognisable as those of the friend Remus had loved, yet twisted by years upon years of suffering. All that had been comforting about Sirius, all that had been the man he knew, had been replaced with the madness which the werewolf had always known was pulsing inside of his former friend like a poison. The madness he had so feared.
Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban.
“Dad?” Harry’s careful, gentle voice spoke up behind him. “Toast is ready, are you coming?” When the father turned towards his child who was looking at him from the end of the corridor, the boy’s face changed into a slightly worried expression.
Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban.
Remus couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. The world was starting to blur together as his feelings wrestled within him, fighting, clawing, struggling for an outlet. From the newspaper in his hand, Sirius Black’s cold, hollow eyes stared at him.
Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban.
“Dad… What’s wrong?” Harry came over to him, carefully reaching out to grab his hand. Remus flinched, pulling the newspaper to his chest as if he could protect Harry from the man who would have been his Godfather by keeping the paper away from the boy. Harry froze before smiling carefully. “It’s alright, it’s just me. What is happening, Dad?”
Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban.
With shaking hands and his heart beating forcefully in his chest, the world unfamiliar and frightening around him, the werewolf held the newspaper up for his son to see.
“Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban.”
Harry read the words out loud. His features were lit up with understanding as he raised his head to look at his dad, whose eyes had filled with tears upon Harry’s words making the headline real. He wasn’t dreaming, he hadn’t misread. Like the text upon a gravestone, signalling the reality of death, Harry’s utterance of the words had made them real. Confirmed their meaning.
Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban.
