#timeline one

Ben doesn’t know what, but the music is quick, fast-paced. He remembers when he was still alive, when he would sit next to Vanya as she practiced she would usually play slow, melodic pieces. This is the complete opposite.

Leonard, or Harold, is circling her. He has a gun in his hands, aiming it at anybody who tries to come close. He’s laughing. Laughing as everything is threatening to crumble around him, like the madman that he is.

Luther keeps trying to get through to Vanya. Ben doesn’t know if that would be a good thing.

Diego is throwing knives left and right, trying to hit Vanya. He does, almost. His aim is perfect, after all, but the white energy around their sister acts like a shield, deflecting all and any weapons coming at her.

Allison is drifting around the stage, her hands held out like she wants to hug her sister but doesn’t know how, like she’s suddenly a stranger to this new being with an invisible orchestra accompanying her playing. 

Klaus is… Klaus isn’t doing much. He’s high, for one thing, and out of practice, for another. He’s just jumping up and down, shouting things and trying to land a punch on somebody.

And in the middle of it all is Vanya.

“Please stop,” mumbles Ben to his sister. “You’re going to do something stupid.”

Vanya plays and plays and plays without stopping. Harold shoots and shoots and shoots, without hesitating. Ben’s siblings explode into chaos over and over and over again, getting slower each time.

“Van. You’re making a mistake.”

An arpeggio.

“Please, Vanya. You’re hurting them. You’re hurting yourself.”

Harold fires the gun and nails Luther in the shoulder, who winces in pain but doesn’t stop the smooth movement that is him throwing himself at Harold. Ben doesn’t really know what happens next, but Harold screams and Luther has a bloody eye clutched in his hand.

A DIVERGING PATH

       →   have you been re-introduced to SIRIUS BLACK? last we heard, the PUREBLOOD was most familiar with TIMELINE ONE. I don’t recall if they were always a GRYFFINDOR, but I’ve heard the SEVENTH YEAR is still CHARMING, BOLD, ASSERTIVE and GUARDED, COCKY, DISTANT, so that’s familiar. at least HE remembers their way around the castle.

THEIR LIFE IN FULL

       →   Sirius being sorted into Gryffindor was certainly a shock to his family, but without the onslaught of war, it became less of a pressing issue as his mother still prepared him as the Black family heir. She was a bit more lenient with him now, but that meant that instead of shunning him, she was working extra hard to create the pureblood son she wanted. Sirius did hate it, but when she threatened things or people he cared about, he became a bit more malleable. Over the Summer she had been searching for a good pureblood match for him, which absolutely made his blood curdle. The fact that more and more choices were being taken away from him were eating at his core. Somehow he managed to hide it all behind sarcasm and flirtations, but those close to him knew he was going downhill. She had threatened his brother, which was something that Sirius also couldn’t let Regulus know.

       →   When his friends confronted him about it in sixth year he only reacted with anger, unwilling to let people in to the darker parts of his life. He loved his friends, and the closeness that they had developed from six years of living together, but he just couldn’t talk about it, not to anyone. So he distanced himself. He took up the muggle act of smoking, because he knew it was one of the few rebellions  against his mother he could still get away with. He spent a lot of his nights walking around the Hogwarts grounds, not really caring if he got caught. He didn’t care anymore.

       →   In terms of Romance, while Sirius was known for his flirtatious ways, he actually tended to stay away from dating. It would just be one more person that he would fear for the safety of, and one more person he wouldn’t be honest with. Before fith year, Sirius got his hopes up once about a girl, and even went to talk to his mother about it. The girl had been a half-blood, and that was not a conversation he could remember fondly. There was screaming, and in the end nothing came of his small fling. That was when he decided to just stay away from that kind of a relationship. It could only end badly, and Sirius, in defiance of his mother, did not want to just go after some pureblood girl to make her happy. 

A WORLD UPSIDE DOWN

       →   Sirius jolted awake, and the sight of his surroundings put him instantly on guard. This was not his room. The room was boldly decorated in red and gold, which was similar to what his dorm at school was like, but it was certainly not his bedroom at home. At home he was used to neutral colors, everything fairly dark, and with a touch of his family’s signature emerald green. The walls of this room were ladened with pictures of women on what he knew to be muggle motorcycles, most of the women rather scantily clad. His mother would have a fit. Sirius clamored out of bed to take a better look at his surroundings. On the night side table was a picture of himself, grinning next to James Potter. He frowned. The picture looked recent. He and James had been on thin ice lately, mostly due to Sirius’ mother not approving of the friendship. He had been told to distance himself if he knew what was good for him. She had even gone as far to threaten his brother, Regulus. Anything to protect the noble house of Black from being skewed in the public eye. He missed his closeness with James. Despite still sharing a room, the wall he had put up had seriously  been detrimental to the friendships he had worked so long to create. They were all still friends, but they could tell that Sirius was hiding something, and that something was wrong. Eventually they stopped asking as much and the bond between the boys had been a bit shaky lately. More fights, less care free pranks. Because Sirius couldn’t be care free anymore.

Sirius crept out of the room. It was early, and he heard no other sounds in the unfamiliar place. However as he climbed down the large staircase, an air of familiarity encapsulated him. He had been here before. Despite the darkness he could tell that this was Potter Manor, a place he had become quite familiar with over the years.. No one was awake yet, but in the early hours of the morning he heard the swooping of an owl. It was the morning prophet being delivered outside the kitchen window. He crept over, quietly opening the window and grabbing the paper, hoping for any clue as to what was going on. The headline immediately told him what he was looking for, and though he still didn’t quite understand what had happened, a new feeling came over him. He looked around, making the conclusion based on where he had woken up that he must live here now. Something had happened in this timeline to cause him to live with the Potters. A feeling of joy washed over him, as did a feeling of hope. Had he finally escaped his mother and the pureblood life he had so detested? Then the fear came. Where was Reg?