The Third Turn of the Wheel of the World's End: Name Your Game

Summary: WARNING: Spoilers to The Order of the Phoenix. The weirdest of things are always happening to Sirius and Severus because of their unnatural need for each other. Sequel to The First Turn of the Wheel of the World's End. Slash Sirius/Severus; Harry/Draco.

Category: Adventure/Action, Romance

Pairing: Severus/Sirius

Author's Notes: Luther Burbank quote I got from Chris Dee Catwoman fanfiction, and I thought it worked perfectly for this chapter. Hattori Hanzo and his swords belong to Tarantino. Well, this is my "epic" in 3 parts. This is the third part, finally. After a long winter of confuse ideas for this third part here we've got the first chapter. READ THE FIRST AND SECOND TURN before you read this or you'll get totally lost. Hope you enjoy it. Love feedback.

"Nature's Laws affirm instead of prohibit. If you violate her laws, you are your own prosecuting attorney, judge, jury and hangman."

Luther Burbank


That was a fine morning.

The sun was kind and warm on my skin, for I was shirtless and barefoot. The grass and ground felt nice under my feet and the breeze bathed my face. It all connected me to the truth of this world: Nature.

All was about nature. Even magic had its own nature, which you could not bend without paying a price. Animals had their nature; rivers flowed following a nature that was theirs alone. Most of things had been born in a certain way and should remain so.

Not always had I understood this but my years and travelings had made it possible for me to really appreciate that. And comprehend as few people do. That's why sometimes I'm called mad. That doesn't bother me at all, but since I came back from the dead I realized a whole bunch of things and that made me retreat from society. Not that I harbor any hard feelings about them. It just doesn't appeal to me as it once did. I have my family and nature. That's all I need. I put on my mask to have a good relationship with people of this distant world I call the Wizarding Society. But only at home I can be me.

And only in few moments like that morning could I explore MY real nature.

"Clear your mind." My shishou1 used to tell me and it took me years to figure it out. "Your body was made to fight, it's its nature. Nature in itself has no need for thinking or lying. It simply IS. The moment you forget this stupid notion of humanity and simply BE… You'll be the best fighter your body and magic permit you be."

I took a deep breath, the enticing smell of the wild lilies Harry had planted filling my nose, my eyes were kept closed and I could hear the sound of the small animals that took shelter in my house's garden. My Hanzo katana felt as an extension of myself, her balance and weight perfectly fitting. I let myself BE.

I felt fluid like water, strong as a mountain. The movements came freely, MY nature.

I wasn't a man anymore. I was part of the world, simply and purely.

I was the Fighter.