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Climbing the hill to the temple was one of Sirius Black’s favourite things to do. He would climb until his olive skin shone with sweat and he reached the top - handsome face triumphant in the fierce glow of midday sun.
He liked to look out over Athens, which lay below in a glorious expanse of beautiful, harmonious architecture and bustling, animated streets. He felt at peace with the city from this height - detached from the chaos below. A sense of completion overwhelmed him each time he felt thin arms encircling his waist, a pointed chin resting on his shoulder, and the voice of his beloved Remus Lupin murmuring, “Athens is almost as beautiful as you.”