I don't think either of these drabbles are 100 words. Ah well.
Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, was driving him slowly, persistently mad.
Sirius never knew that houses could do that. Sure, he'd known that houses had personalities. Who didn't? But how a mere house managed to get such a evil and sadistic personality, Merlin only knew.
Just this morning, the house had managed to slam every single door he had tried to open on his fingers. They were now horribly tender and tended to throb painfully.
He had tried telling the Order of this, but they merely stared at him and blinked. Sirius suspected that they thought that he had gone a bit crazy after being in here for so long.
And who knows? Maybe he had.
-
I never found out how he brought you back. Who knows what nefarious spells had he managed to find in that mausoleum of a house.
But I knew full well why he had brought you back from the dead.
That was obvious enough.
He loved you.
When you died, he clasped your body for hours, until the last of your body heat escaped and he was truly faced with the fact he was holding a corpse.
He loved you.
He couldn't bear to have your body burned in accordance with the traditions. He insisted upon a Muggle burial. In respect for your mother Lily, he told us. We believed him.
And then one day, he came bursting into my dungeons and told me that he'd managed to revive you. That you weren't dead after all. You couldn't imagine my surprise.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
no subject
Date: 2004-10-08 02:36 am (UTC)Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, was driving him slowly, persistently mad.
Sirius never knew that houses could do that. Sure, he'd known that houses had personalities. Who didn't? But how a mere house managed to get such a evil and sadistic personality, Merlin only knew.
Just this morning, the house had managed to slam every single door he had tried to open on his fingers. They were now horribly tender and tended to throb painfully.
He had tried telling the Order of this, but they merely stared at him and blinked. Sirius suspected that they thought that he had gone a bit crazy after being in here for so long.
And who knows? Maybe he had.
-
I never found out how he brought you back. Who knows what nefarious spells had he managed to find in that mausoleum of a house.
But I knew full well why he had brought you back from the dead.
That was obvious enough.
He loved you.
When you died, he clasped your body for hours, until the last of your body heat escaped and he was truly faced with the fact he was holding a corpse.
He loved you.
He couldn't bear to have your body burned in accordance with the traditions. He insisted upon a Muggle burial. In respect for your mother Lily, he told us. We believed him.
And then one day, he came bursting into my dungeons and told me that he'd managed to revive you. That you weren't dead after all. You couldn't imagine my surprise.
He loved you, damn it.
How could you do this to him?