What if Sirius Black Was Reborn With All His Memories And Abilities?

Darth Theorist:    / @darththeorist   Three Eyed Theorist:    / @threeeyedtheorist   Discord:   / discord   Voice Acting & Narration: Steven Waters ⁨@bobablackfly602⁩ Writing: Myself, @nicholasmartin6526, @khuz377 , @WatashiNoKuraiTenshi, and @PathofDragonsRadio A three-year-old child should not see the kinds of things he dreamed about every night. Visions of death, madness, the cackling of a lunatic, the hideous sneer of a Dark Lord, and the wailing of a suffering man. When Sirius Black tells his parents, Orion and Walburga give their reply. The boy shrieks in fear and confusion as he is bound in a straight jacket, ripped from his home kicking and screaming under the leering eyes of his parents while his mother holds his baby brother to her chest. St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries is no place for a child so young, yet Sirius finds himself alone. Unfamiliar faces make vague promises of salvation and relief, but he doesn’t think he needs it. He doesn’t want to be here. He wants to be heard. But his pleas for help and tearful explanations fall on skeptical ears. Four months under the hospital’s roof, reality becomes poison to Sirius. To protect his sanity, he retreats inward. He finds a kind of solace in the encroaching madness that are his visions. He sees three boys: one with dark hair and glasses, a brunette hiding away from others, and a fat child with dirty blonde hair. There is a girl who becomes a woman, one with shining green eyes that light up with nothing but love for the bespectacled child who himself would grow into a handsome man. He hears a voice, the man’s voice. James Potter (echoing): Sirius, we want you to be Harry’s godfather. Harry? That name is as one with Sirius’s heart as his own and yet, he cannot place it. But the visions continue. He finds himself in a horrible place. A cold place without hope, without light. He feels betrayal there. Betrayal and despair. The loss of a friend by treachery and the loss of two by a Dark Lord’s wrath. And then, Sirius sees it: An escape, redemption, a life on the run. And finally, he sees a woman with wild black hair, roaring with wicked laughter, before she directs a wand towards him, utters a curse, and– Alphard Black: Sirius? Reality comes rushing back, but it no longer cuts as deep. The child looks up at the pale complexion of a man who he has only ever seen in pictures and portraits. Alphard Black: Do you know who I am, Sirius? Sirius shakes his head slowly. Alphard Black: I am your uncle, Alphard. I’ve come to take you away. Sirius’s blood-shot eyes widen, but says nothing. His answer comes with a trembling nod of his head before his uncle stoops down and takes him into his arms. Sirius is so shaken by what is happening, questioning whether or not it’s all real, that he doesn’t notice the large purse of coins his uncle places in the head doctor’s hand. The journey to his uncle’s home is long and silent. Sirius watches the world fly by the window and feels his heart lighten with each passing moment. When they finally arrive, Sirius finds that his uncle’s house is smaller than 12 Grimmauld Place. There are few muddled colors in the home with scarce decorations adorning the walls. Despite his absence from any home, Sirius still finds himself holding his suitcase out as though expecting Kreacher to come thumping over to collect it. Alphard Black: There are no house elves here. His uncle takes his things and gestures for the boy to follow him up a winding set of stairs. Sirius’ new room is small, but cozy enough. A few toys sit inside an old chest with board games placed inside a closet. His bed has clean sheets with a large blanket draped over it and a fluffy white pillow at the head. When Sirius looks up at his uncle, an unspoken question lingers in his eyes. Alphard gives him a soft smile and pats his shoulder. Alphard Black: Yes, this is your room. You can stay here as long as you like. Now, unpack your things and settle in. I’ll make supper. Over the next three days, Sirius would settle into his new environment, still not saying a word. He plays with toys, reads books, sleeps often, and accompanies his uncle on errands. Finally, during breakfast, Sirius swallows a mouthful of beans before he looks up from his meal. (Sirius Black is 3 years old in this scene.) Sirius Black: Why did they leave me?