"I'm saving you." Sirius says in a whisper. "Is that alright ?"
He leans into the bars and Sirius leans up, and it's the first kiss he's had in ten months, and Sirius's lips feel like gravel; but he remembers them.
The pain. Oh, Sirius. You know, I can't read stories about what happened without assigning blame: and I blame everybody, I blame them for just accepting, for being too shocked and saddened to fight for him. I love that little scene of tense not-quite-conflict between Dumbledore and Remus.
The description of Sirius in Azkaban is, of course, perfect.
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He leans into the bars and Sirius leans up, and it's the first kiss he's had in ten months, and Sirius's lips feel like gravel; but he remembers them.
The pain. Oh, Sirius. You know, I can't read stories about what happened without assigning blame: and I blame everybody, I blame them for just accepting, for being too shocked and saddened to fight for him. I love that little scene of tense not-quite-conflict between Dumbledore and Remus.
The description of Sirius in Azkaban is, of course, perfect.