[HP] The Order of the Phoenix Family

Sirius found the three imps on the stairs leading to the attic.It's not a place where residents usually hang out and chat, but because of that, it's a smart choice to hang out.Molly didn't want to think at all that Buckbeak still lived in the house, and it offered quite a while of peace before she noticed the lack of people and started panicking.

As soon as he noticed him, the conversation stopped abruptly.Harry, Ron, and Hermione all stared over, and Sirius gave a playful smile, showing that he was not the kind of adult they didn't welcome.But the three kids looked at each other nervously, then tried to get away with a forced smile, suggesting that his intrusion was just as unwelcome—maybe even more unwelcome.The problem, then, isn't just about avoiding the housecleaning, it's about the topic itself.

"Hi, Sirius," said Ron pompously, making room for him. "Come and see Buckbeak? He's not bad."

"He's no longer raging at being stuffed into a dark attic, or wanting to claw every visitor to death?" Sirius asked.

Ron shut his mouth, he was probably being too sharp.

"We're not talking about you, Sirius," Hermione said bravely.

Whatever, Sirius shrugged and walked between them.It didn't matter if Harry was talking about him with his two best friends.People talk about him for good reason, he's charged with one of the worst crimes even by Death Eater standards, and he's tried pretty much everything a guy who's charged with them is supposed to do, and somehow he doesn't really commit any crimes , this is simply a miracle.

"Really not, we're talking..." Harry hesitated, "Death."

"It's not entirely about you," Ron continued. "We cleaned down the corridor and Harry wanted to see Buckbeak, so we went up and he kicked him off. Then we started talking, uh , that you rode it out of Hogwarts under Fudge's nose."

"That's my favorite part." Sirius smiled, as did the children.

"Snape was so mad with rage, I dare say his hair stood on end."

"Ron, you couldn't have seen it, you were in a coma." Hermione pointed out, "You didn't wake up until we were done."

"I can imagine that," Ron argued, "think how happy he was to hand Sirius over to the Dementors in the Shrieking Shack, when he hated Harry and Sirius so much... You guys helped Sirius escape so cleverly." If he fell, and he couldn't catch it, he must be mad."

"Indeed," said Harry, "he was yelling and it could be heard across the floor."

Sirius would be happy to understand that part, but so far, they haven't explained how the situation developed to three 15-year-old children gathered in the dark hallway under the attic to discuss death.Even he finds this direction a bit negative.

"Hermione came up a few minutes later, also trying to get a break from the cleaning—"

"Your mother told me to come up and call you, Ron!"

"But you didn't do your job faithfully," said Ron with a grin. "You just reminded us and you got into the conversation—"

"Because you're looking at that in the wrong way!" Hermione raised her voice, blushing, "I'm not saying it's wrong to save Sirius, but what we did was dangerous! We weren't even sure Buckbeak would Will listen to us, it might knock us all off the ground. And fly through the sky on a hippogriff, anyone on the field could see—”

"Come on, Hermione, it's midnight!" Ron retorted. "Who's on the field at midnight except Dementors? And we've all ridden hippogriffs in Hagrid's class—"

"Snape alarmed a lot of people, including the Aurors, by taking us back to the castle! And anyway, riding Buckbeak out of Hogwarts was a no-brainer, but you all seemed to think it was fun— —”

"Just because you hate flying, Hermione—"

"If I'm asked for my opinion, I wouldn't mind doing it again," Sirius said, exchanging glances with Harry, whose godson was used to quarreling between two friends who seemed to be watching no one else.

"Then the topic moved from your escape to, uh, my escape from the cemetery in June." Harry avoided the godfather's gaze, "I really thought I was going to die..."

Sirius took a deep breath and let it out slowly.He should have killed Pediru in the Shrieking Shack, whoever was going to Azkaban, or if Jaime would have approved of it.Damn, James is dead because Pedilou sold him and his wife and children to Voldemort, what's the point of assuming James's thinking?But he gave in, gave in to the vision of his best friend in Harry, gave in to the idea that he could walk out of the tunnel with a clean slate and start a new home with his godson.In fact, there is only one correct choice for him.

"...I don't think Avada Kedavra would be the worst option," said Harry.

"what?"

All three children were taken aback by his volume and tone, and Sirius took another deep breath, but his temperature and heartbeat were climbing, and if Harry thought he'd be better off dying in the cemetery, hoping to leave with the ghosts of his parents— —

"I'm not saying I want to die! I'm glad I got out, Sirius..." Harry said eagerly, "I was just thinking, if it's inevitable, if I have to... the Death Curse is quick, isn't it? Moody taught—I mean, Barty Jr. demonstrated in class, the green light, and for a split second the spider was..."

"You think," Sirius had to swallow hard to finish, "by the same spell that killed James and Lily?"

And the same murderer?

"I don't want to!" cried Harry, who seemed a little...disappointed, as if he had expected Sirius to understand, "I just... Voldemort tortured me! He teased me and put the Cruciatus Curse on me, but the Death Eaters Re-establish authority in front of me... I will fight to the last moment, no matter how many times, I will fight him face to face—"

"—like James."

"Yes." Harry nodded, "That's what I thought at the time. I don't think I can hide behind the tombstone like a child and be found and killed by him. I want to fight to the last moment like my father..."

Sirius lowered his head, pressed his right thumb and middle finger on his temples on both sides of his head, and drove away the things that flooded into his mind.There is a fault on the road of his memory, bottomless, filled with cold black mist.James stood there waving at him, young and determined, talking about fighting Voldemort and the Dark Arts to the death.He tried not to ask Harry to be James, to treat the boy in front of him as someone else entirely, but blood always kicked in unexpectedly.

"...I jumped up and threw the Disarming Curse at Voldemort, and I thought I was going to die, but our spells collided, and then that happened—Cedric, my dad, my mum...they all started from him wand." Harry paused, and Sirius looked up to see the boy turn his head away, and his two friends looked back and forth between him and Sirius, both sad and bewildered.Normally they'd probably be a little more aggressive (but Harry doesn't usually show it that easily), and right now, they felt that the only adult in the room and Harry's godfather was the one who should be in charge.

Hell, how much of this experience did they think Sirius would have?Not to mention that the only thing he has had close contact with in the past ten years is a dementor.But it seemed he couldn't do nothing, the kids were watching, Harry was probably expecting it, and...he really couldn't be indifferent.

Sirius moved closer to his godson, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders at first, but Harry didn't respond, so he took a step closer, pulling the boy towards him with a bit of force, feeling like a marionette being manipulated by clumsy fingers.Harry had grown considerably taller than he had been at the Shrieking Shack, and the top of his head was slightly above his shoulders when resting against his chest, and Sirius tried not to think about how tall James was at this age.

Ron and Hermione didn't dare to vent their anger, trying to reduce their sense of existence, for fear of disturbing this moment.Still, Harry quickly wiped his face carelessly, and shook off Sirius' arm, looking embarrassed with himself.He must not have been hugged as much as he could remember, maybe they should practice more.

"However, part of what you said is correct. The Death Curse is not the worst choice. To some extent, it is the most benevolent of the Unforgivable Curses." Sirius said, trying to discuss this rationally like an adult One thing, although he feels that this is by no means a normal father-son conversation in any sense, "Its effect is killing, I don't know if it will be painful, but at least it will not manipulate you to kill innocent people indiscriminately, or even stab them in the back Knife with a loved one - something like that happened in the last war. Death Eaters used the Imperius Curse to control a Muggle, let him go home as normal from work, and his wife kissed him at the door... a few minutes later His wife and three children were hacked to death in the house with a kitchen knife, the wife was in the kitchen, the two children were in the living room, and a boy fled to the door of the master bedroom, but was unable to enter and lock the door."

Harry and Ron gasped, and Hermione covered her mouth and asked in a trembling voice, "What happened next? ... What happened to him?"

"Rabbastan Lestrange killed him, I guess after watching him break down enough." Molly was sure to broom him for the story, and Sirius kind of wished she'd gone upstairs now, which was true. That's too much, if only he could take back what he just said, "Using a Death Curse, that's why the Order of the Phoenix found out. We've made arrangements in places like Muggle morgues and the like, paying special attention to those who don't Unexplained deaths from wounds, lesions, in order to ascertain the number of Muggle victims."

"And now?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Sirius stroked his hair. His head was throbbing slightly. For the past two years, he had tried his best to avoid recalling the days before Azkaban. "So...even death itself is not the worst. options, no matter what kind of death. Dark magic that can cause irreversible damage is more numerous, just look at Mad Eye. Than being maimed or paralyzed and then lingering, and dementors... don't tell Molly I told you this."

The three children stared at him palely, Ron looked particularly terrified, and Harry calmed down, perhaps because he had successfully resisted the Imperius Curse cast by Voldemort.

"Isn't there any way to prevent it?" Ron asked. "A protective spell to prevent us from being controlled beforehand?"

"If the Imperius Curse could be easily resisted, it wouldn't be an Unforgivable Curse. The most effective shield so far is still willpower." Sirius replied, "However, there are some ways to remove the control. When entering the door, the spell to remove the effect of the curse on the body, I remember Gringotts also has it."

"Harry has succeeded." Hermione said cheerily, "and Mu - Barty Jr. trained us in class, so we're not completely defenseless."

"Thanks to his training, I was able to resist Voldemort," whispered Harry.

"The mysterious man must be mad." Ron laughed.

"Ron, what do you think?" Sirius asked. Ron seemed taken aback. Probably few people would ask his opinion. "Do you have the same opinion as Harry about the Avada Kedavra?"

"Well, that's not exactly the same," said the red-haired boy, a little nervously. "I mean, no pain is better than torture, and I agree with Harry. But, uh, I think... a little time is better." Well, I don't want to die too suddenly and...leave everyone."

"What about you, Hermione?"

"I also hope to say goodbye to my parents." Hermione said, and gave Harry an apologetic look. Harry shrugged and said he didn't mind. die."

"Me too," said Ron.

"I'm done with meaningful things," Harry muttered.

"Of course you will." Ron patted his buddies reassuringly.

Harry turned to Sirius suddenly, "Where's my dad? Have you guys talked about this before?"

"Ha, I guess this is a topic that teenagers can't get around after joining the Order of the Phoenix." Sirius replied, "Well... James' opinion is probably closer to Ron-you know your grandparents have dragon pox Died? Not long after you were born."

Harry shook his head, as if a little sad because his father disagreed with him, but eager to know more, "Is my father with them?"

"Yes, I was too, though they tried to drive us all away—dragon pox is contagious," Sirius said. After the funeral, James told us that he thought dragon pox might be a blessing in a way. You know exactly when you're going to die and how long you're going to be, and you have time to make some arrangements and be with yourself. Loved everyone saying goodbye... if he had to choose, he would choose this. I guess the Potters agree with that too. They have been very happy for their grandson, Harry."

"But my parents were killed by Voldemort," Harry whispered. "They didn't know...didn't expect, didn't have time..."

"Want to know my opinion?" Sirius said hastily, not only to distract Harry's attention, but also to stop himself from thinking about that matter, "In addition to ending it quickly, I also hope that there will be no bones left."

"what?"

"I don't want to be remembered," Sirius stated. "I've been thinking that way since I was young. I don't want people to remember me. Funerals and bouquets, whining and sentimental, it's too much. I don't want to stay if I can." Anything, preferably even the traces of my existence disappear, as if I have never been here, everyone should do what they want to do."

"That would be cruel!" said Hermione. "How could you wish—"

"That's impossible!" Harry cried. "We'll never forget you! And I will...if that happens, I'll always miss you."

"You and James have the same opinion on this point." Sirius smiled, and let himself give Harry a light thump, anyway, they didn't know that he would do this to James before, "Don't worry, it's impossible now Yes. Everything left by my parents is mine, including the headquarters and Kreacher, and I have to arrange it."

"I'm not talking about property!" his godson said urgently, grabbing him without being fooled. Just be free, and we can live together, like a family! You never have to come back here, and I never have to go back to the Dursleys!"

Oh shit.Sirius' efforts to maintain a smile ended in failure. He tried to avoid everyone's eyes in a limited space. He was recognized as a tough guy who could not be defeated by the entire Ministry of Magic in Azkabanga. He was too embarrassed to cry for this.

"It will, Sirius," said Hermione.

"You can come to the Burrow then," said Ron.

They were not helpful at all.

"...Okay." He swallowed the lump in his throat, blinking quickly, "but it has to be a promise between the four of us, okay? A new promise...no one can be fooled by age and dragon pox killed by causes other than sores."

"I don't really want to die of dragon pox either." Hermione frowned.

"Then you have only one option left." Sirius winked at her and held out a hand. "Do you agree, Harry?"

The boy stared at him for a few more seconds, nodding solemnly, and then Ron and Hermione, their hands folded.No one knows what will happen tomorrow, and nothing can guarantee such an agreement, but Sirius understands that they all know it, just like the four of them many years ago.Sometimes people just need this: We are not alone in the dark, we are indestructible.Even if that's just an illusion.

"I think I heard Molly calling for someone." Sirius said when several people withdrew their hands, and the three children became a little nervous, "Isn't it best to hurry down?"

"We've been delayed too long," said Hermione.

"Let's go now." Ron said too, turning his head to listen, "Sirius..."

His tone of asking for help is still very recognizable, "Okay, I'll go with you and tell her that you bravely cleaned Buckbeak's attic..."

Sirius smiled and walked ahead of them.