Harry sees the defeat in Sirius' eyes and the way his arms fall to his side, wand held loosely between his fingers. He recognizes the fading echoes of desperate hope. His heart twists in his chest and his nerves tighten like taut balls of string.
But it is the way Sirius steps back, breathing as though he were in physical pain, that triggers a similar pain in Harry. His own throat burns as Sirius drops his wand and falls to his knees.
Without thinking, Harry rushes over, falling to his knees beside Sirius and pulling him into a hug.
"No, it's not," he tells him, voice muffled by Sirius' hair. "It's not your fault. It's his. He's the one who sold them out. He's the one who betrayed them. Not you."
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Date: 2016-02-13 10:09 pm (UTC)But it is the way Sirius steps back, breathing as though he were in physical pain, that triggers a similar pain in Harry. His own throat burns as Sirius drops his wand and falls to his knees.
Without thinking, Harry rushes over, falling to his knees beside Sirius and pulling him into a hug.
"No, it's not," he tells him, voice muffled by Sirius' hair. "It's not your fault. It's his. He's the one who sold them out. He's the one who betrayed them. Not you."