In the darkest of times, we were traitors to each other.
Sirius Black was the disgrace of his family, a wild flame of Gryffindor.
Elvira Selwyn was Slytherin's silver crown, the model of a pure-blood family.
Forced to work together in their fifth year, she saw him as a hypocritical pure-blood devotee, while he saw her as an arrogant traitor.
Hatred came easily, and in wartime it was even safe. But love grew alongside it.
“You can hate me,”
she said, her forehead pressed against his, her wand stained with blood, her vow burning hot.
“But don't hate the fact that I love you.”
“What I hate is, ”
When he kissed her, he tasted blood and tears.
“That this world forces us to choose.”
(Some personal headcanons, please don't bash.)
The tone of the whole story is heavy and depressing, and it mainly talks about the mutual redemption between the heroine and Sirius. Sword man, I don't know whether the ending is he or be, it seems to be be. The heroine has very upright views and likes 💕