She wept for what was to come. And it wasn't a Honda.

It was at once gutting and freeing to learn one was worth so little in the grand scheme of things. Written for a music recs challenge.

There were some things people were meant to do on their own, and Sirius figured going through their younger brother's things was one of them.

When you're marching to your death, your thoughts might become a little fractured and foreign.

A ridiculous request begets a ridiculous response: Sirius Black completes an assignment.

Sirius reflects...no, Paul, he hasn't got a mirror.