A LETTER TO SIRIUS BLACK

  

Dear Padfoot,

 Among the marauders you went on from being the most hatred person to winning everyone’s heart. Endless pranks, detentions and cheeky replies are what you were made of. I guess nobody can fathom on how you transformed from being ‘siriusly’ to ‘seriously’ in just a flick. You found your home in James Potter when your own family disowned you. He was your brother, best friend and your whole world in short. To find him killed must have been crushing and inexpressible agony but you remained strong though the authorities accused you of the crime. Barely surviving fourteen years in Azkaban with the dementors lurking around and taking all the pain you never really deserved proved your character. You surprised everyone by escaping the greatest prison in your animagus form and leaving the Ministry of Magic dumb. No wonder you got style! 

“What’s life without a little risk?” was your mantra. Not to forget your arbitrary rendezvous with Harry as a gruffly black dog. All the trauma of the past couldn’t stop you from protecting Harry and being with him through the adversaries. The irony is Harry found James in you and you in him. Your love for Harry was the only thing that didn’t drive you insane while being confined in your parents’ house. You didn’t think twice but went behind the ‘veil’ just like that with sheer happiness that you did your best in saving your godson. It’s true that the hard times brought out the best in you.

 “We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we truly are.” Sirius ‘Black’, the name didn’t matter to you. What mattered was truth and friendship. You chose the hard way and fought for it till your last breath. You probably couldn’t make friend with Snape or treat Kreacher with kindness as you had your own reasons but I am sure that deep down in your heart you regretted it.

 

Devouring pages of fan fictions about your life, Sirius, I truly have become your fan. It’s not that you are a ‘perfect’ man but you are flawed like everyone else. You grew out of the frivolousness in youth to be a symbol of true friendship and loyalty. Out of all the deaths in the books as well as the movies your death alone left me in tears. Every single time, a giant black dog reminds me of you. I hope that you walk out of the veil alive in your doggy style and celebrate Harry win against Voldemort. To the best god(dog)father ever and a friend for life Happy Birthday Sirius Black aka Padfoot!

 Love, 

Harini 

P.S.- I am sure that you are having a boisterous marauder style birthday party in heaven with Prongs, Moony, Lily, Regulus and Fred.

 P.P.S. – Siriusly Sirius I can’t believe you are 62 years old😭😭😭