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Outfit Claim: SIRIUS BLACK

“ ‘You really thought you could escape, huh?’ the man who had called him out chuckled. His long black hair was tied back in a low bun, and he wore a ridiculously large button-down orange shirt on top of his printed green harem pants. ‘There’s no way you’ll get onto that platform before we’re here to see you gawk.’ “

-- Burning Shadows and Shallow Graves, Chapter 2: Platform Nine and Three Quarters

With USA Musician and Actor Ezra Miller as Sirius Black

I’ll update this fic once a week, but since this week is the starting point (and the first chapter/Prologue is v short...) you’re in luck! You get the second chapter already!

TITLE: Burning Shadows and Shallow Graves

TAGS:

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Category: Gen

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Characters: Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Original Characters

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Chapters: 2/?

Words: 4518

SUMMARY:

In a world where the war is never far from people’s minds, who died is not who you think and neither are those who will save the day.

CHAPTER 2 TITLE: “Platform Nine and Three Quarters”

EXTRACT:

“Fred, you next,” the plump woman said.

“I’m not Fred, I’m George,” said the boy. “Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can’t you tell I’m George?”

Harry couldn’t help grinning at the boy’s comeback.

“Sorry, George, dear,” the woman answered, looking more tired than apologetic.

“Only joking, I am Fred,” said the boy, and his mother only shook her head, as Harry’s grin widened, watching the boy like a hawk. His twin called after him to hurry, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone – but how had he done it?

Now the third brother was walking briskly toward the barrier. He was almost there – and then, quite suddenly, he wasn’t anywhere.

There was nothing else for it.

“Excuse me,” Harry said to the plump woman.

“Hullo, dear,” she said. “Are you lost?”

“No, I – I would just like to know how to get on the Platform…”

“Where are your parents?” she frowned. “Come here, dear, you shouldn’t stay alone. Is that your first time at Hogwarts? Ron’s new, too.”

She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose.

“Yes,” said Harry. “The thing is –“

“There you are!”

Harry turned around, silently swearing. Not quick enough.