Disowned ~ now complete.

Eighteen years later Sirius was staring himself in the mirror in the ministry bathroom. The war was over and now they were running the cases of those who had committed war crimes. Most of the Death Eaters had gotten reduced sentences, some none at all, due to having spent close to fifteen years in Azkaban with out a trial.

When had everything gone to wrong? It was a stupid question to ask, because he knew exactly when where, and who’s fault it was that it had gone wrong.

Harry had refused to kill the Dark Lord Voldemort, and he was up next. Sirius did not know if he could stand to look at the man he had used to love – still loved, only to see what he had become. All curtsey of Dumbledore.

The Christmas ball had been a great one. His mother – the Black Bitch had been so shocked that she fainted. She was not the only one. It had been such a wonderful evening. They had married just a month after the party, and two months later Harry was born.

The bliss they were floating on did not last all that long. The curse Dumbledore had placed upon his husband had gotten the better of him, making him go insane. Sirius had fled, leaving Harry with James and Lily just six moths after they were married. The madness that his beloved was cursed with linked the Death Eaters through the Dark Mark, making them just about as wacko as him.

He had been sent to prison after James and Lily was murdered because as the husband of the Dark Lord he could not be innocent, right? Wrong. If only he had gotten to tell his story then. Maybe Tom could have been saved.

Harry did not know that he was Sirius’ son. He had not had the heart, or the time and occasion to tell him, something he regretted sometimes, but he did not want Harry to remember his father as a murdering maniac. Later today, he would tell him and show him pensive memories of whom the real Tom Riddle was. Of who his father really was.

Harry had never looked anything like James, not really. They had added a few glamours that had disappeared over the years, but nothing else. Now he was a fine blend between Tom and Sirius. He had Tom’s messy hair, but Sirius’ colour. The eyes were all Tom though; green, forest green.

He had searched and searched for the past five years to find a cure for his husband, but he had found none. It was tearing his apart to know that his Tommy, if not sentenced to the Kiss would be killed. Then again, if he ever were released from the curse, he would probably have gone insane from all the things he had been forced to do. A lifetime in St. Mungo’s was not a bright future either. Remus seemed to understand him, when he was told of the curse. For him, all the pieces that had gone missing over the years fell gracefully into place.

“Sirius? How are you holding up?” Remus had just entered the sickly sterile bathroom and was now staring at his best friends tear streaked cheeks.

“I’m not.” He said and splashed a bit of water in his face. “I don’t know if I want to see what he has become.”

Remus nodded sympathetically. “I can’t say I understand how you feel, but know that I’m here for you.” He said and squeezed Sirius’ shoulder lightly before he headed back out.

He was 36 years old, but he felt like he was at least a hundred. Smoothing out his coat and fastening his curly black hair in a ponytail he squared his shoulders and prepared for the worst day of his life. Though he was not sure if it was loosing Tom the first time, realising that Harry was living with Muggles he was not related to, or today; seeing the love of his life, his first and only lover, his husband, the father of his child, die, or worse.

The court hall was filled to the very brim, but the Order of the Phoenix were in the front rows. He was not sure if that was a good thing or not.
The Minister of Magic had died in the battle so it was another respected Ministry official - Arthur Weasley – who ran the show.

“Order I the court room.” He bellowed and everyone settled down immediately. “Bring forth the prisoner.” He said with an obvious distaste. He was raised from a hole in the marble floor. He was not put in a cage like the rest, but had been bound by magical restraint. Sirius blinked away tears and averted his eyes. He was nothing like he used to be. The naturally tanned and well-muscled body was skinny and sickly pale. His skin was almost blue.

Six hours later the trial was finished. He had been sentenced to death. The law was clear on the fact that if a person were cursed they would not be held responsible for their actions. Tom was a special case though, because his curse had no known cure and he had turned into a monster. Death would be a relief for him. Tom would have wanted it.

Only Sirius and Harry was allowed to see the Dark Lord before he would be put to sleep. They were standing in a dark small room watching him through a one-way mirror. He was sitting on a chair, no bindings to hold him still. Harry was not sure if he wanted to say his good-byes, but Sirius felt he had to. Remus came along for moral support, knowing that they both needed it.

“I’m going in.” Sirius said and walked through the door. Harry said nothing and watched silently as the man he thought was his godfather entered the cell.


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And his eyes; the lovely almond shaped forest green orbs that would set him on fire with a single glance. They were crimson red and dead.

“I missed you.” He said quietly, not noticing the slight flicker of the red eyes. “It was so hard watching you fall apart, knowing there was nothing I could do.”

In the dark room behind the mirror Harry frowned.

“What is he talking about Remy?” Remus just shook his head and beckoned him to pay attention in case some thing happened.

Sirius eyes was filled with tears that threatened to fall. “I loved you so much.” He shook his head, his black curls slipping from the ponytail. “I love you so much. I know you would have preferred to die a long time ago if you ever knew it would come to this.” The tears fell. “At least now you will have peace.” With that he turned to leave.

“Siri…”

Sirius stiffed. Spinning around he pinned him with his shiny grey eyes.

“What?” he asked astonished. The Dark Lord reached out a hand. It was bony, but had somehow retained the strong steady look it used to have.

Not thinking clearly Sirius grabbed the hand, only to yank it away when he felt it tingle.

“Siri…s’ it you?” for a brief moment Sirius saw the eyes he had loved so much flicked green.

“Yes.” He choked. And went to stand on his knees in front of is husband. The thin cotton shirt Voldemort wore had slipped slightly. Sirius’ fingers traced the inked tattoo of his name above his heart. His skin was glistened with sweat, even if it was cold.

“You look….” He rasped “…different.”

“It’s been eighteen years…” Sirius whispered.

“No wonder….And now I die….finally.” he sighed. “I love you… and our boy…tell him I’m…..I’m sorry…”

“It’s not your fault.” Sirius croaked between the sobs and held Toms head between his hands. “You were cursed. It’s not your fault!” Sirius pulled him closer and kissed the cool thin lips. When he pulled away from the unresponsive lips he was looking upon the face of what looked like a different man. His skin was darker and his face slightly fuller.

Sirius gasped as he saw the change and ran his fingers across his face.

“Tom….” He leaned in and kissed him again, with more insistence this time. Sirius felt him respond and deepened the kiss. He felt warm arm wrap around him. Not thin and bony, but strong, solidly muscled warm arms pulled him up and into his lap. Hair had started growing, on his head, arms and his chest. Even his eyebrows returned.

Sirius was frantic with need, joy and hope. Was this the cure? To be touched by the one he holds most dear - the one the curse was designed to keep away? He pulled away again. His skin was still ashen, and he was still thinner that he should and his eyes a muddy brown as the green bled through, but dear Merlin, he was so close.

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Harry was in total shock as he watched what Sirius was doing.


“What is he doing?! That’s VOLDEMORT!!!”

Remus shook his head. He had been amazed when he saw the result of Sirius’ touch, but it seemed like his best buddy had found the cure for the curse, even if it was by accident.

“He is undoing the curse.” Harry glared at him.

“Why does it have to be Sirius?! Can’t one of the Death Eaters do it?!”

“It has to be Sirius?”

“But why?”

“Because Sirius is the one person Tom Riddle ever loved.”

Harry snorted. “Tom Riddle is not capable of love.”

“No, Voldemort was not capable of love, but Tom Riddle was, and apparently still is.”

”They are the same person.”

“Harry, Tom Riddle is a real man, separate from the Voldemort we know. The Voldemort we know is a result of a curse that has been banned for over nine thousand years. He was cursed to never die and suffer insanity. There has never been found a cure for it, because it was designed to drive away the one who could, the victims life partner.”

“You’re talking about them as if they’re married.” Harry huffed.

“They are.”

Harry chocked and started coughing. “Excuse me?!” Remus sighed and pointed towards the reuniting couple in the cell.

“Let’s talk somewhere else and give them their privacy.”

After Remus had told Harry the entire story the young black haired boy sat gaping.

“So – wait, what happened to their son? Do I know him?” Remus ran a hand through his shaggy hair and sighed.

“Sirius was going to tell you today after the execution – “

“ - So who is he?”

“It’s you Harry. You are their son.”


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A/N; plese do review