sirius black is the dog star

( WHAT'S LIFE WITHOUT A LITTLE RISK? )

I have a stack of these, if anyone runs out of toilet paper.

WARDED TO MWPPL

I was attempting to ween myself off of those "nasty Muggle cigarettes" but managed to go through a whole pack and a half last night. Looks like quitting isn't an option, at least not until this war is over. Plus, it's inherently Muggle, and I've heard it gives a "fuck all" vibe. But I promise, I still won't smoke around Harry no matter what. He needs to learn from a young age to do as I say and not as I do.

Real reason why I'm warding: Anyone still thinking about the Wilkes fiasco with the Aurors and what actually went down? It's been a week and Alice hasn't exactly warded the Order about it. Granted, we're still waiting on that Network, but I get the impression (and correct me if I'm wrong here) that she's not too keen on talking about what happened.

I still have a few questions. Why did they resort to using The Killing Curse? What was the situation that led to that (beyond what we already know) and why couldn't it have been avoided? Wouldn't Wilkes have been far more useful alive? And who, among the Aurors, used the Curse?

I haven't forgotten about this. And the Order has plenty of eyes in the DMLE; why don't any of us know beyond the bare minimum? Unless you lot do, in which case, please share. Whole thing doesn't read right to me, particularly coupled with the realization that there may be a mole in the group.

Life or death, huh? I'd be happy to die as Catherine Fenwick did if it means taking a few more of you sodding fucks with me.

Sadly, those extremist views don't really give much of a choice. If we oppose you, there's no reconciliation. So, you're going to have to continue down the road of trying to kill us first -- Blood Traitors, Muggle-borns, and everyone who supports them (i.e. the majority of society), atempt to scare us into submission all you want. We're not running. Not from our well-earned professions, not from our lives & loved ones, and certainly not from you.

Yeah YOU, Voldemort. Under all the bravado, and behind the name that makes you sound like some sort of foot disease, you are just a man. And I truly cannot wait to see you fall like one...just like your failed predecessor, Grindelwald.

WARDED PRIVATE

Wilkes is a Death Eater and he's dead. He was involved in the Collins/Cornerstone murders. Everyone's shocked. Why am I the only one who isn't?

Oh, right. Because he reminded me a lot of Regulus. The swottiness, the slick back hair, the inability to grow a beard (or at least a non-patchy one), and the whingy attitude of a mummy's boy.

That was Regulus, and Max wasn't that far behind. In fact, I remember watching them in school. Regulus would purposely go and hang out with Snivellus and his arsehat friends, and Wilkes would be there. I'd sit and watch them together, two peas in a pod, competing for some unspoken Ponce Medal. I was surprised Reg even had any social skills. I thought in his spare time at Hogwarts, he'd just sit and write mummy. But no, he got along well with the Dark Arts crew.

Too well.

Even though he was only a year younger, I always kind of thought he looked up to Wilkes and Snape in some weird way. Probably in the way he used to look up to me when we were kids, until he realized what a degenerate I was. What a sorry group of people to look up to. Same group of people I would have had do share a dorm with had I not been sorted into Gryffindor. Wonder what I would've turned out like then. Hell, wonder if I still would've had a brother.

Can't say I have regrets, though. This whole Wilkes thing? Yeah, it's sad. Sad in the way that any death is sad. But do I feel bad for him? Do I think he was "up against it" like Lily wrote? No. I think he had a choice, just like I had a choice, and just like Regulus had a choice.

Too bad he made the wrong choice.

WARDED TO MWPPL

Thinking about getting a job.

Don't all pass out at once.

Why do I need to insult my ex-family when everyone does it so well for me?

I tip my hat to you all. Compliments on a job well done. Years of experience couldn't have made me do it better myself.

WARDED PRIVATE

Can't explain what went through my head when I used the Cruciatus Curse on that Death Eater. I just saw Remus walking through the battlefield unarmed, saw the wand aimed at him, and then went blind with rage. There were curses and hexes flying everywhere, bouncing off walls, hitting people -- he could've gotten killed. I saw it happen for a second in my brain -- Remus being hit, and it all being over. I couldn't stand by and take that.

James is right. I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have gone so far as to use one of those curses, but at the same time, if Aurors are green-lighted for them in extreme circumstances, why shouldn't we be? Remus about to die is an extreme circumstance. I just don't see why it's so bad. I get it, they're called "Unforgivable" for a reason, but if they're meant for good and not bad...then what? It's not the curses themselves that are "unforgivable", it's the people who are using them and what they're using them for.

I could've used something else, it's true. I don't know why that one came out first. That's a lie, I do know why. It was the overwhelming desire to cause a lot of pain to whoever that masked killer was, whoever thought they had the power to take someone like Remus away from us.

Needless to say, James is

I wish he

Well, there's a leak. There's a leak and I don't know who. It might not even be just one person, it could be a couple. It's driving me insane. I stayed up all night thinking about who it might be. Obvious answers point to the seedy characters, but then again, there's always Edgar Bones who has no problem keeping some huge secrets under his belt.

You can't discount the Aurors. I said from day one that the Ministry has been infiltrated. What better place than to start with the DMLE?

There are few names that are suspect. I'm not even discounting the Longbottoms. Who says their "situation" isn't staged? It could be. Sure, there's a Prophecy, but Voldemort could have chosen another family with a son born on July 31, 1980, and Imperius'ed them before or after they joined the Order. I wouldn't put it past him to do this elaborate plot. Maybe.

I like Abe. He's a man after my own sarcastic heart, but I've heard him scoff during meetings when Professor Dumbledore talks. Not that I don't understand having an annoying goody-goody sibling, but you gotta wonder sometimes -- how much has Albus' fame gotten under Abe's skin?

Also, what if someone wasn't the mole WILLINGLY. What if someone is getting threatened? I know above anything else that if the people I love are in danger, I would do anything to keep them safe including--. What if someone was given a hefty dose of Veritaserum and then had their mind Obliviated? What if Voldemort read their minds via Legilimens?

There are so many possibilities, and none of them sound good. Willing mole or not, this means keeping a close eye on my comrades from this point on.

James and Lily are in a lot more danger. They need to move. And they can't tell the Order where they're moving to.

WARDED TO JAMES & LILY

Prongs, I know you're still

The logical step is a move. Do you need help?

WARDED TO REMUS

Look, I'm sorry. Sorry for going behind your back. Wasn't trying to do something bad, but I get why you had a problem with it. If you're still naffed off at me, fine, I just...wanted to say that.

I'm glad you're all right.

WARDED TO JAMES & PETER

Pete, I'm thinking we're getting our living room sofa back now that Remus has flashed his "Man Card" at us all, and has hereby decided to start thinking with his dick.

Don't wait up for me, mum. I'll probably be out tonight being untrustworthy and debaucherous and divulging secrets all over the place.

WARDED TO SNIVELLUS SNAPE

I gave you a near-death warning the first time to keep your giant, greasy nose out of other people's business. Perhaps that was too nice of me.

If you ruin this for Remus in any capacity, I swear I will come after you, and it won't be pretty the second time around. It never is.

Stay out of our way, slimebag.

Life is good right now. Fan-fuckin'-tastic, even.

Watched my little cousin Dora this past week. She drew me this:



It's Uncle Sirius and some mystery woman. I think she's trying to tell me something.

WARDED TO JAMES

What do you want for your birthday, old chap?

Choose between these options:

a) An assortment of leather man-thongs
b) A Horse head mask
c) Inflatable Judy
d) The Dick Towel
e) A naked poster of myself on a leopard print divan.

WARDED PRIVATE

As much as that sucked -- people got hurt and some even died in an utterly pointless attack caused by unhinged assholes, I find myself getting up early today despite a few bruises I got from those Inferi. I feel strangely good. I feel... rejuvenated, I think is a better word for it.

Not that I wanted any of that to happen, but to be out there fighting...that's what I'm meant for. And James, right beside me, fighting right with me...right by my side...

Couldn't have wished for anything better.

WARDED TO THE MARAUDERS + LILY

How are you lot holding up?

Reckon we should do something for Frank and Diggle.

WARDED TO ANDROMEDA & TED TONKS

Haven't heard from either of you in a long time. Everything all right?

Can't say I'm surprised. None of you should be, either. And if you could just take a look at his "armies", you can tell what sort of length he is willing to go to to achieve his means.

WARDED TO FRIENDS

Who is up for pub crawling tonight?

WARDED TO MARAUDERS

It's been a bad few days, mates. Pete, I hope your mum won't mind if I'm a bit hungover on Sunday, but I think some drinking is in order. I must have been Irish in another lifetime. Their method of self-medication translates so well.

What do you think, Prongs? Reckon you can leave the house for a few hours? Then we can all come back (not too late but after Harry's in bed) and show Lily a good time.

OR we can take Harry to the pubs with us. Think about what a chick magnet he would be! (I'm not actually serious about this one, mates. Calm down, Remus.) Sadly though, my godson does throw off my game. He's the only bloke I know who can grab at womens' breasts without getting slapped silly. This makes me insanely envious. Here I am having to TALK to them and he just goes for the gold and wins it EVERY. TIME.

All right, ladies. Enough chatter. We only live once. Do what my tattoo says and sieze the fucking day.

( Warded Private )

Funny when I talk to my people my age or close to it about "growing up" or "adulthood". They're all complaining about bills, and how they miss their mum's cooking, or when things were easy and simple. You know, when we just had to worry about passing a Potions exam, or not getting caught snogging and rounding second base behind a statue, or setting Filch's pants on fire.

There are things I could reminisce about school days, for sure. However, I think it's entirely possible to never grow up. You really have to put your mind to it and never let adult trials and tribulations bother you. You have to manage to find a job that's not soul-sucking, and so on and so forth.

OR you can just have a bloody fantastic uncle who gives you a lump sum of "family" money that you can live off and never have to work for the rest of your life!

Well, it was his birthday today. Who says I'm not sentimental? R.I.P. Uncle Alphard. You were by far the coolest (and sanest) uncle I ever had. Thank you for allowing me personal freedom, the fantastic irony of being able to live off of a "family" who hates me and disowned me (or I guess I should say I technically disowned them), and the ability to never grow up. Not entirely at least.

Cheers, mate.

WARDED TO MARAUDERS + LILY

Prongs, come with me tonight. Moony and Wormtail, you're welcome to as well. I want to make sure both Amelia Bones and her cat get to safety.

Up for a good old-fashioned adventure, mates?

WARDED TO MARAUDERS + LILY

Do it anyway, Wormtail.

Watch Dolohov this week as a rat. We shouldn't go a week without a pair of eyes on him, I don't care what Dumbledore or Alice say. Not after last weekend's attacks.

WARDED TO THE ORDER

I wish for once that the Order receives the tip-off BEFORE the DMLE so we can do what we do best.

Fight.

All of this sitting and listening to our friends and loved ones getting attacked is more torture than actually being under the Cruciatus. I didn't sign up for this shit.

WARDED TO PRONGS

You know exactly how I'm feeling right now. You know it.

WARDED PRIVATE

Fuck this.

And fuck Dumbledore too. Fuck him for keeping things from me, and fuck him for being virtually nonexistent when---   Some sodding leader we--

You know what? We're gonna have to have a talk, Albus. Just you and me. Because before I fight for your little army, I need to know why I should continue to trust you when you clearly don't trust me.



What's the point? Do we even believe in ourselves anymore? We need to get out there. I'm sick and tired of hanging back.

I'm not doing it anymore.

I don't know if you've all noticed at this point, but threats -- no matter how bad they are, don't work on me. They won't change my mind, won't make me cower, and certainly won't stop me from flipping two fat fingers in your direction. Ask Argus Filch if you don't believe me.

To the dickless asshole who ran away last night: I'm coming for you. I don't need a mask. I'll make you a vegetable with my own two hands, and make you regret the day you stepped foot on my property and touched innocent lives.

Happy Valentine's Day, you sodding cowards. Oh and, ❤ Up Yours ❤.

WARDED TO THE ORDER

Was with 'Dromeda last night, making sure she and Dora were okay while they hid out in the Burrow. She told me the only reason why the Death Eaters didn't get into their house was because of the wards, and not the wards they put on themselves, the ones we added.

There's that silver lining.

Also, spent all night thinking like I do pretty much every night now. Obviously Wilkes was already on our suspect list due to his brother's involvement. He's also an Obliviator, and it takes a fucking professional to do what was at my doorstep last night. All of them wiped clean without any brain damage? That's something.

Wouldn't hurt to suspect other Obliviators as well, but I'm thinking Wilkes is even more of a definite than he was before.

Also, I'm not moving. Pete can, but I'm not. I'll put up more wards and shite, but there's a hot bird who lives downstairs and she's worth staying for.

WARDED PRIVA TO JAMES...AND EDGAR

Now that I can see straight, want to tell me what the fuck you meant by last night, Edgar?

WARDED TO THE ORDER

Four bodies on my doorstep -- count 'em FOUR. Dunno if they're d

Masked asshole running

going
after

PETE CHECK



[ETA: 15 minutes later]

Doc, Benjy -- need you here STAT. They're dressed like Muggles...blinking, breathing



Think their minds have been wiped.

Blimey, it's a little drunk out tonight. Just a WEE BIT. A smidgen. A mite.

Pete and I got tattoos. It's become something of a RITUAL to do so on his birthday. We both go in, blitzed out of our minds, and come out magically & permanently inked. The best kinds of decisions are those that you regret later.

This is what I got this time around. It's bloody ace. Never had a better drunk idea in my life. Ladies, don't get too hot and bothered...but it's a picture of my chest. Make sure you have a cool towel nearby to wipe your face with, all right?

( Wave your wands )

Next? A giant motorbike on my left arm. It's going to be fucking brilliant.

WARDED TO MARAUDERS + LILY

But nothing beats my first one. Padfoot in all of his glory.

WARDED TO HAZEL NOTT

Where are you at?