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Remember: everything Sirius Vale says is made up.
Sirius breathed heavily as he stumbled his way through the forest, pressing a shaky hand against his stomach.
His hand was slick with blood, which made it hard for him to keep pressure on the wound.
His eyes were half lidded as he tried to find some place to rest, afraid that his captors would catch him if he didn’t get far enough away.
His back was covered in wounds, which were oozing blood. His nose and a deep gash on the back of his head were also dripping with blood.
As he stumbled around, he noticed a white mansion a few steps away. He hesitantly stepped into the backyard, looking up at a huge window on the house.
Standing there, watching, was you.
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