Sirius heard a voice in the silence of the house. Most people might have been alarmed, but Sirius was used to voices. Some in his head, some from whatever haunting misery was still trapped in this house, just like his mother.
He was lying on the ground in his old room, staring at the ceiling and abandoning a bottle of fire whiskey when he sat up. It was likely to be nothing, but he couldn't dismiss it either. Could be important. Could be dangerous. Could just be in his head and further proof of how gone he was, that too.
He stared at the door and frowned, imagining that he could hear footsteps. Actually hearing footsteps. Wand in hand, he rose to his feet, quietly making his way out the door. Just enough to see movement. Then he didn't hesitate. "STUPEFY!"
If it was an Order member who just forgot to properly announce themselves, they deserved to be stunned too.
Sirius rushed down the stairs, moving next to where the man had fallen. He still didn't recognise him as an ally, so it was the logical next step to use another spell to bind him, only then actually using a tight grip on his shoulder to turn him around. He took the wand from the man and then stared at his face. Familiar. In the truest sense of the word.
Could he trust his own perception? Hardly. Too often had Harry looked like James to him. He knew his mind wasn't what it should be. With a scoff, Sirius moved to stand above the man, wand aimed at him as he cast a spell to wake him up.
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He was lying on the ground in his old room, staring at the ceiling and abandoning a bottle of fire whiskey when he sat up. It was likely to be nothing, but he couldn't dismiss it either. Could be important. Could be dangerous. Could just be in his head and further proof of how gone he was, that too.
He stared at the door and frowned, imagining that he could hear footsteps. Actually hearing footsteps. Wand in hand, he rose to his feet, quietly making his way out the door. Just enough to see movement. Then he didn't hesitate. "STUPEFY!"
If it was an Order member who just forgot to properly announce themselves, they deserved to be stunned too.
Sirius rushed down the stairs, moving next to where the man had fallen. He still didn't recognise him as an ally, so it was the logical next step to use another spell to bind him, only then actually using a tight grip on his shoulder to turn him around. He took the wand from the man and then stared at his face. Familiar. In the truest sense of the word.
Could he trust his own perception? Hardly. Too often had Harry looked like James to him. He knew his mind wasn't what it should be. With a scoff, Sirius moved to stand above the man, wand aimed at him as he cast a spell to wake him up.