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  LET’S TALK ABOUT DUMBLEDORE’S “ABANDONMENT” OF SIRIUS BLACK.    the “abandonment” is in quotes because there was none, not in my pretty brown eyes anyways.  it was all about Murphy’s Law   :   everything that could go wrong…will.  let’s go back to the       b e g i n n i n g   of it all.    October 31st, 1981.

“Naturally,” said Professor McGonagall,  James Potter told Dumbledore    that Black would die rather than tell where they were, that Black was planning to go into hiding himself…..           and yet, Dumbledore remained worried. I remember him offering to be the Potters’ Secret Keeper himself.”  

“He suspected Black?” gasped Madam Rosmerta.

“He was sure that somebody close to the Potters had been keeping You-Know-Who informed of their movements, said Professor McGonagall darkly. “indeed, he had suspected for some time that someone on our side had turned traitor and was passing    a lot of information    to You-Know-Who.”

“But James Potter insisted on using Black?”

“He did,” said Fudge heavily. “ And then, barely a week after the Fidelius Charm had been performed - “

Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban Page 205

First, it is important to note that Sirius Black himself was planning to go into hiding. Second,  all eyes are on Sirius Black. Remus thinks him a traitor. Dumbledore does as well. In Dumledore’s defense, this is the year of 1981, a week before the charm was   cast.   He is a man, a person,   but most importantly a general.   The state of his mind is    important   to note. He was the   general   of the Original Order. This was his team. Yes, there were other leaders within the organization,   but he recruited this team !   And   “a lot of information” was be passed to Voldemort.  A PART OF THAT INFORMATION HAD TO BE IDENTITIES.  Remember :  the order was a  secret  organization    &   where the majority of the team were annihilated within that time frame.

“There’s me,” said Moody unnecessarily, pointing at himself. The Moody in the picture was unmistakable, though his hair was slightly less gray and his nose was intact. “And there’s Dumbledore beside me, Dedalus Diggle on the other side ….  That’s Marlene Mckinnon, she was killed two weeks after this was taken, they got her whole family.That’s Frank and Alice Longbottom…. Poor Devils,” growled Moody. “Better dead than what happened to them…and that’s Emmeline Vance, you’ve met her, and that there’s Lupin, obviously … Benjy Fenwick, he copped it too, we only ever found bits of him… shift aside there,” he added, poking the picture, and the little photographic people edged sideways, so that those were partially obscured could move to the front.  “That’s Edgar Bones…brother of Amelia Bones, they got him and his family too, he was a great wizard… Sturgis Podmore, blimey, he looks young…Caradoc Dearborn, vanished six months after this, we never found his body…Hagrid, of course, looks exactly the same as ever… Elphias Doge, you’ve met him, I’d forgotten he used to wear that stupid hat…Gideon Prewett, it took five Death Eaters to kill him and his brother Fabian, they fought like heroes… budge along, budge along…That’s Dumbledore’s brother Aberforth, only time I ever met him, strange bloke…. That’s Dorcas Meadowes, Voldemort killed her personally…. Sirius, when he still had short hair…. and … there you go, thought that would interest you!”

Alastor Moody, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix 173-174

Look at all the death. All the slaughters. All the annihilations. These deaths were not easy, they were extravagant, needed man power to   kill those that had to be killed.  the team he assembled, aided in assembling, dead. died. The anxiousness building up in him to protect those who are left is apparent with James   &   Lily, even more so with them because they are his   hail mary.  the last lingering hope that this war will be over   &   won. Because : remember : he is a general.  He works like Alastor Moody, a strategic mind to have the less damage occur as possible. This is how the Order thrived with being so out numbered, with people like these two constructing plans to get the less amount of casualties. Then 1981 hit    &   shit went everywhere. Those dead, someone in the Order FELT   responsible. Someone knew the Potters step by steps. I don’t think he would have picked anyone but himself to be    “THE SECRET KEEPER”   of the Potters because of what this war is     c o s t i n g   him   &  everyone around him.   JAMES INSISTED.  thus, here we are back to the night of October 31st, 1981.

“I met him!” growled Hagrid. “I musta bin the last ter see him before he killed all them people! It was me what rescued Harry from Lily an’ James’s house after they was killed! Jus’ got him outta the ruins, poor little thing, with a great slash across his forehead, an’ his parents dead…. an’ Sirius Black turns up, on that flyin’ motorbike he used ter ride. Never occured ter me what he was doin’ there. I didn’ know he’d bin Lily an’ James’s Secret- Keeper. Thought he’d jus’ heard the news o’ You-Know-Who’s attack an’ come ter see what he could do. White an’ shakin’, he was. An’ yeh know what I did? I COMFORTED THE MURDERIN’ TRAITOR!” Hagrid roared.

“Hagrid, please!” said Professor McGonagall. “Keep Your voice down!”

"How was I ter know he wasn’ upset abou’ Lily an’ James? It was You-Know-Who he cared about’! An’ then he says, ‘Give Harry ter me, Hagrid, I’m his godfather, I’ll look after him - HA! But I’d had me orders from Dumbledore, an’ I told Black no, Dumbledore said Harry was ter go ter his aunt an’ uncle’s. Black argued, but in the end he gave in. Told me ter take his motorbike ter get Harry there. ‘I won’t need it anymore,’ he says.

” I shoulda known there was somethin’ fishy goin’ on then. He loved that motorbike, what was he givin’ it ter me for? Why wouldn’ he need it anymore? Fact was, it was too easy ter trace. Dumbledore knew he’d bin the Potters’ Secret-Keeper. Black knew he was goin’ ter run fer it that night, knew it was a matter o’ hours before the Ministry was after him.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban 206 - 207

Actual testimony of the last person who saw Sirius Black before the incident with Peter Pettigrew. No one knew they switched the Secret Keeper jobs. A conscious choice Sirius made to throw    everyone   off the track, even Lupin, even Dumbledore. This is important when I talk about evidence displayed pretty soon.

“Alas if only we had,” said Fudge bitterly ( about Sirius Black not disappearing ), “It was not we who found him. It was little Peter Pettigrew - another of the Potter’s friends. Maddened by grief, no doubt, and knowing that Black had been the Potters’ Secret Keeper, he went after Black himself.”

Pettigrew…that fat little boy who was always tagging around after them at Hogwarts? said Madam Rosmerta.

“Pettigrew died a hero’s death. Eyewitnesses - Muggles, of course, we wiped their memories later - told us how Pettigrew cornered Black. They say he was sobbing, ‘Lily and James, Sirius! How could you?” And then he went for his wand. Well, of course, Black was quicker. Blew Pettigrew to smithereens……… I will never forget it. I still dream about it sometimes. A crater in the middle of the street, so deep it had cracked the sewer below. Bodies everywhere. Muggles screaming. And Black standing there laughing, with what was left of Pettigrew in front of him…

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Page 207-208

Officially, no one can speak   for   Sirius Black. Look at the evidence of    eye witnesses   above which is the relevance of me putting this all in this extremely long  post. The majority of the Order is killed, the Order knew there was a leak, everyone believed Sirius to be the Secret Keeper,     &   everyone believed it was Sirius.  THE WAR IS OVER.  A war that has plagued this war for over a decade. The countless disappearances, deaths,   &   tortured. People were out in the streets have a   PARTY!  because finally they can breathe again. they can move on with their lives. They can go outside    &   not fear the inevitable happening    (   minus the Longbottoms…. ).  Unfortunately, tragically, the war is not over for everyone. Trauma is still instilled in the minds of people like those of Dumbledore, those like Moody because this is the time period where he is hunting down remaining Death Eaters, losing his leg, eye,   &  part of his nose. The government who is left in scrambles trying to tie everything up in a nice, tidy bow had Sirius Black handed to them on a platter   L A U G H I N G, showing no remorse. showing no innocence. Was it wrong for him  not  to have a trial  ?   yes. did he proclaim his innocence  ?   no.   AND WHY THE FUCK SHOULD DUMBLEDORE BELIEVE HE IS INNOCENT ?   there is   no  reason.  none. everything people think they know is   not  correct.   WHAT YOU KNOW AS A READER IS NOT WHAT DUMBLEDORE KNOWS. NOT WHAT ALASTOR MOODY KNOWS.  IT IS NOT WHAT REMUS LUPIN KNOWS OR THE SURVIVOR OF THE ORDER dealing with the wreckage of what happened.

SIRIUS BLACK IS NOT ACTING INNOCENT   &   THERE IS NO ONE AROUND TO PROVIDE EVIDENCE OF HIS INNOCENCE.  James   &   Lily are dead. Peter is a rat, somewhere, finding Percy Weasley,    &   Remus Lupin is in full throttle mode mourning over the deaths of James, Lily   &   Peter,   &   hating Sirius with all of his ever living might - as he should in this situation.

Is it right  ?   no.  but   !   I can see it. I would have wanted this cold asshole to have gone to prison for life, he is lucky he didn’t get the kiss at this point, let’s all be honest  !  he was not someone crying his innocence, abandoned by Dumbledore. HE ACTED GUILTY. There was too much proof to the version of the story that happened to make him guilty. As I said, there was   no trial ; but evidence was given. i.e. all the eyewitness testimony from above   &  DUMBLEDORE.

"It is your turn to listen, and I beg you will not interrupt me, because there is very little time,” he said quietly. “There is not a shred of proof to support Black’s story, except your word - and the word of two thirteen year old wizards will not convince anybody.   A street full of eyewitnesses swore they saw Sirius murder Pettigrew. I myself gave evidence to the Ministry that Sirius had been the Potter’s Secret Keeper.”  

"Proffersor Lupin is currently deep in the forest, unable to tell anyone anything. By the time he is human again, it will be too late, Sirius will be worse than dead. I might add that werewolves are so mistrusted by most of our kind that his support will count for very little - and the fact that he and Sirius are old friends - “  

"But”

"Listen to me, Harry. It is too late, you understand me? You must see that Professor Snape’s version of events is far more convincing than yours.”

"He hates Sirius,” Hermione said desperately. “All because of some stupid trick Sirius played on him - “

“Sirius has not acted like an innocent man. The attack on the Fat Lady - entering Gryffindor Tower with a knife - without Pettigrew, alive or dead, we have no chance of overturning Sirius’s sentence.”

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban 392-393

he’s leaning his forehead against the doorframe, wood cool to the touch. the phone is at his ear, eyes pressed closed, lips drawn thin as he lets out a rough breath through his nose. it’s times like this he finds himself missing sara’s blue hair ties. he needs something. he needs to ground himself. he needs…   ❝ joyce, ❞   voice cracks, so he clears his throat in an effort to play it off. he should tell her not to worry, that he doesn’t need it, he’ll be fine ( isn’t he always? ).  ❝ you got nothing t’ worry about, ❞   a shrug, as if she could see it,  ❝ the boys need you. ❞   i’m fine – say it.  ❝ i — ❞   he can’t.

       ❝ son – ❞   brow raised, doc turns to jeremy. his tone suggests the other should know better. especially by now.  ❝ – i doubt even the deputy marshall would be able to get a handle on wynonna at this point. ❞   he turns back to the scene at hand, pointing to the subject of their conversation with his cigarillo, smoke curling every which way.  ❝ no offense intended, but i reckon you and i wouldn’t stand a chance. ❞

CONT.

❝ HA ! Now you’re in for it ! ❞ Pedri practically CHEERS before disappearing behind a haze of purple as the someone replies to his ( apparently ) not-so-quiet response to the demon. He really HATED this shit sometimes. All the time. Thank the gods for small MIRACLES though, as he had placed his hand near the ear facing AWAY from the one who spoke to him, and had a significant amount of skill in sleight-of-hand. ❝ I---I wasn’t talking to you, ❞ he replies, holding up the small ear piece he had previously hooked on his collar the MOMENT Pedri showed up to bother him, lest he get DISTRACTED while working on it. Otherwise he’d never have a hands-free way of communication, which had been proving to be a problem lately.

shitty horoscopes part i.

           Fenwick’s words have Molly’s mouth snapping shut with an audible click.  She swallows thickly, jaw tensing as she struggles against the wordless roar of rage that’s trying to fight her way out of her throat.  She promised Fabian that she would stop yelling at his—the muscle under her eye twitches at the word—comrades.  

Molly is choking on that promise now, fury fueled by worry and fanned by what was, in all likelihood, yet another pregnancy.  

        “this? well, mr. bah humbug says that my festive drinks aren’t festive enough or whatevs, so...” another casual sip from her martini glass, none of her alcohol had been spilled but the tea certainly has. “i actually made a festive drink. it’s got a cranberry and peppermint spin to it, if you’re interested.”

        “is that...?” questioning glances were cast in her direction, but in a matter of seconds, she found herself rushing out of the house with coat in hand as she sought out the figure she saw in the window. “emily dickinson is that you? oh, emily, why is it that you are standing out here all alone? you’re going to get a cold!”

       “alright, goggles...” rustles of fabric and leaves filled the attic as she entered, the lady ghost quickly turning to the nearest mirror she could find in order to adjust the silver wreath that rested in her hair. a stray hair moved, a leaf turned, and she was beaming brightly. “how do i look? am i giving major white christmas vibes or what?”