Summary
To love is the best and worst thing one can do — and much to everyone's despair, you don't get to choose who your heart belongs to. But Sirius is a dreamer, and his dream has a name and a face, and a heartbeat and a smile. Sirius loves his rose, even if he cuts himself on his thorns because of his own actions. And if my blood has to spill, let it be at your blades.