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Nothing Like James
By
DaysePercy
felt the crackle of magic between them, some damnable Ministry policy
because they were not taking any chances again with this one. Black would
see a Dementor’s Kiss before the night was out and Percy stood, waiting
for them to come.
“I heard you laughed all the way to Azkaban,” Percy said, when the
silence had drawn out like unicorn hairs between them, trembling, “why
don’t you laugh now?”
To his surprise, he got a response. “I wasn’t guilty last time.”
Percy swallowed, fighting his constricting throat, fighting the urge to
claw at the purple tinged barrier between them with his very hands until
it crumbled away, until he could reach the man inside.
”Why?” the word ripped from his throat like razorblades. “He was
your own *godson*.”
“Yes,” Black said softly, “and he wasn’t like James at all.” [Main]
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