Chapter Text
Sirius Black always knew he was magical. It's not something he ever doubted. Of course he knew he wasn't actually magical, but he had talent. Like the rest of his family, he was musically gifted. From the second he sat down at his first piano lesson, he knew he couldn't live without music. He flooded his mind with sheets of music. When he could, he listened to the radio (even if his father yelled at him for it). His father hated the fact that he loved music as much as Sirius did. He hated that he was different.
And Sirius took pride in that.
Until age 11, Sirius couldn't fathom the idea of anyone loving music as much as he did. That was until he met Remus
Remus Lupin was magic. He understood music like no one else he knew. He felt the music in his bones and in his soul. His body understood every beat. His ears listened to every lyric. Sirius automatically knew they were soulmates. He didn't doubt that for a second