![]() None of it added up, Beau liked to think of himself as a very good judge of Character, there's no way he could have ever been fooled by Sirius Black. So Beau was left, sitting in his tattered white leather arm chair, bouncing Ophelia on his knee, wondering as to what in Merlin's name happened. The man he treated as a brother, his god-son his daughter. ![]() He knew how he had gone back to Britain, apparently, to kill a bunch of innocent muggles? That's not the Sirius Black that Beau Knew, Sirius would rather die than sell out his friends to Lord Voldemort. Beau began to put together the Pieces, he now knew why Sirius had shown up, his daughter cradled in his arms, handing her over to the only man he knew he could trust to look after her, to not treat her the way he had been treated as a child. As soon as he saw that article, Sirius' face plastered on the front - laughing like a sadistic maniac, he knew it was true. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |