In all honesty, Sirius should have known from the start that Remus was right. Remus is usually right, whether Sirius likes it or not.
"You're in way over your head," he said on the third day, when he found Sirius poking at the locket on their kitchen table at two in the morning. "You don't want to tell me what this thing is or how you got it, fine. But you'll have to tell someone."
"Bite me," spat out Sirius, more tired than angry.
"It's not that time of the month, Padfoot."
"Period joke. Wow. Groundbreaking."
They had a few more toothless fights like that over the next two weeks, until Sirius was forced to admit defeat. He had no fucking clue why Regulus decided to send him this locket with the most infuriatingly vague note instructing him to destroy it. For all he knew, it was all an elaborate prank. Someone faking his brother's handwriting perfectly, getting the tone exactly right, sending him on a wild goose chase. He hoped it was all fake, really, because the alternative was that he was keeping Lord Voldemort's priceless artefact in his jacket pocket, he had no clue what it was, exactly, and also his brother was dead.
That couldn't be true. Right?
Maybe that's why today, two days after a funeral he didn't go to, because his parents were there, and it was pointless anyway, and it's not like they even found a body to bury - Sirius finds himself knocking on the door of Lily's tiny flat. He has no idea if she can help, and it's not like he even told her he was coming, but his head is tangled up in endless knots, and this sounded like the only sensible thing to do. It probaly isn't, because he rarely has sensible ideas, but he's here now, and he's not about to go back.
"My dead brother sent me a dark artifact with a cryptic message, and I have no fucking clue how to destroy it," he will say as soon as she opens the door.
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"You're in way over your head," he said on the third day, when he found Sirius poking at the locket on their kitchen table at two in the morning. "You don't want to tell me what this thing is or how you got it, fine. But you'll have to tell someone."
"Bite me," spat out Sirius, more tired than angry.
"It's not that time of the month, Padfoot."
"Period joke. Wow. Groundbreaking."
They had a few more toothless fights like that over the next two weeks, until Sirius was forced to admit defeat. He had no fucking clue why Regulus decided to send him this locket with the most infuriatingly vague note instructing him to destroy it. For all he knew, it was all an elaborate prank. Someone faking his brother's handwriting perfectly, getting the tone exactly right, sending him on a wild goose chase. He hoped it was all fake, really, because the alternative was that he was keeping Lord Voldemort's priceless artefact in his jacket pocket, he had no clue what it was, exactly, and also his brother was dead.
That couldn't be true. Right?
Maybe that's why today, two days after a funeral he didn't go to, because his parents were there, and it was pointless anyway, and it's not like they even found a body to bury - Sirius finds himself knocking on the door of Lily's tiny flat. He has no idea if she can help, and it's not like he even told her he was coming, but his head is tangled up in endless knots, and this sounded like the only sensible thing to do. It probaly isn't, because he rarely has sensible ideas, but he's here now, and he's not about to go back.
"My dead brother sent me a dark artifact with a cryptic message, and I have no fucking clue how to destroy it," he will say as soon as she opens the door.
That should break the ice.