Sirius Black was a man so sharp it hurt. Be cruel to your enemies, but even more so to yourself.
Most of the time, he is still like a child who has not grown up, holding his head high and living in this decadent and old world with a look of disdain on the common people.
It's ridiculous to be so tactless, but yet such a heart-wrenching contradiction.
It would be nice to die like a child. However, the ever-changing hand of fate was destined to let Sirius learn to grow up.
So he walked out of the curtain, returned to his youth, and returned to the battlefield that required him to fight.
——This article is the story of Sirius Black's rebirth.
Relaxed version of the text: To put it simply, it is the story of a reborn big dog saying goodbye to his first love (?), Loving his younger brother, and finally falling in love with his platinum-blonde best friend. Dirt
Instructions for entering the pit:
①CP has been decided, Lucius\Sirius attack each other.
②Not the Holy Mother, not Xiaobai. Serious style.
③This article does not refer to the Black Lion Court, the Snake Court or Voldemort. Original work.
④This article has been V-ed, reprinting is prohibited.
The picture of Sirius found on the soup:
Then add my column to your collection~~
Old pit, completed, "[HP] Hero", sub-era, Harry Potter fanfic