Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. Everything belongs to JK Rowling, and I'm merely allowed to play around with them. No copyright infringement is intended.
Just to warn you, this Autor's note is going to be pretty long.
I just wanted to thank all the people who have taken the time to read, follow, favourite and review this story while it was being written and after that. I love you all so, as a gift to you, on the two year anniversary of the end of TRP, I now present you with its sequel 'The Wrong Way'. It's a lot darker than this first one, but I hope you will enjoy it. It will be rated M and will be a little less lovey dovey than the first one (I have the first few chapters planned out). Sirius and Remus will play and important part in this story, but so will Harry, the twins and a couple more characters that I decided to develop a little more than they were in the original books.
Updates might be erratic (sorry), but if someone wants to become my beta and motivate me once in a while, reminiding me that I need to write, I would greatly appreciate it, and I think you guys would too.
If you are reading this and the story is not on my profile yet, I'm in the process of publishing it. Here is a sneak peak as to what you will be getting :
The Wrong Way
It had been almost twelve years. Twelve years since Sirius Black had been thrown head first into Azkaban and landed in this grimy cage they called a cell. If he had had sparse moments of insanity in the past, it was nothing compared to now.
He sat in a corner of his cell, the cleanest of all four of them, huddled up on the floor and shivering as the cold and humid wind of the North Sea cooled the normally warm June air. Or was it actually July? He didn't know. Nor had he any way to find out.
It wasn't cold per se, but for a man with skin stretched right over his bones, it was like standing naked in the middle of a blizzard. Besides, the Dementors made it impossible for warmth to ever reach them, for warmth was something good. And Sirius Black wasn't allowed to feel good anymore.
His grey eyes were empty as they stared right in front of him, at the bar of his cell on the extreme left of the heavy steel gate. They no longer sparkled with youth or a longing to live. No, they were the eyes of a man who had lost his faith in everything, and especially in happiness. For Sirius Black knew there was no such thing as happiness anymore. These long years had taken all traces of happy memories from him and he was forced to constantly relive the worst moments of his life.
Remus screamed in despair as a flash of green light hit Mary in the chest. It was all his fault.
Dark bags were heavy under his eyes. He couldn't sleep anymore. He didn't want to anyway. He always had nightmares, nightmares of pain he had lived and was living. He didn't want to see those painful images anymore.
He stepped into the Potters' destroyed home. He stared at the dead eyes of his best friend, his brother. His wife was dead too. He hugged his crying godson one last time. It was all his fault.
His hair hung long and dirty, way past his neck. They never allowed his to wash and barely ever allowed him to cut his hair or shave. His clothes were matted with blood, vomit, sweat and dirt. They had never washed these either. He remembered the beatings he had received after his first three suicide attempts. But he couldn't do it anymore.
All these people whose lives he had ruined… He deserved this, didn't he? He had killed them all. He was a murderer.
Sirius twitched again and groaned. He heard a chuckle coming from near his cell. "You alright itty baby cousin?" he heard a high pitched voice ask mockingly.
"Shut up!" he told the voice irately and twitched again.
He heard the evil cackle again. "I take it you still haven't forgiven me?" she asked sadistically, her voice getting on his nerves. "You didn't like my confession on how you were the biggest Death Eater in Great Britain?"
"I said shut up!" he yelled again, but regretted it instantly. His throat was dry and he wouldn't be able to drink until that evening.
"I couldn't just let you rat out our spy, you know." she told him. "It's a shame you were too stupid to figure out what he was. But then again, you were never the smartest of us, were you?" She laughed again.
"Bella, I swear," he said in a low dangerous voice which contrasted with his frail and feeble looking body. "If you continue, I will kill you."
"Like you killed them all?" she asked, cackling again. "Grand Sirius Black, the murderer of Peter Pettigrew, your best friend, Mary McDonald, your best friend's whore, Lily and James Potter, your best friend and his whore, not mention your own whore… and your own brother. Quite the record you've got there cousin." He heard her clap him ironically. "I should take you as an example."
He gulped, knowing she was right.
Also, on another note, I am currently looking for a beta to go over TRP and fix some major flaws in it, including, but not limited to: my numerous typos, some OOC behaviour and a few plot holes here and there. I'd also like to add some more in depth understanding of the character's minds and how they work, as well as the motives for their actions etc. If you want to go on an adventure with me, then send me a PM and I promise I will answer!
I love you guys, happy anniversary.