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Draco found the diary in Bella’s things. How Sirius’ private thoughts came in her possession was a mystery, but it wasn’t the mystery that Draco was trying to solve. With each page, Draco learned about Sirius’ thoughts after leaving Hogwarts, the ones he couldn’t share even with his friends: his jealousy of Lily and his suspicions of Remus. He tended to forget Peter in his writing, but Draco couldn’t blame him. With each page, Draco fell for a man trapped by his own upbringing, but without parents to love him. With each page, Draco became more resolute about bringing Sirius back.
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The moon shone bright on Hallow’s Eve, a bird’s cry cut into the night as Draco boiled the potion in an ancient cemetery. The Blacks were buried here and he hoped that the connection would be enough to bring Sirius back from beyond the veil.
“Here goes nothing,” he murmured to himself. Draco dropped the bat’s wing and stirred with all his might. Smoke rose from the cauldron, a cat yowled from behind a tomb, then steps-
Draco smiled satisfied.
“I was dead. You brought me back. Why?” Sirius asked.
“I think we can be great friends.” Hopefully more.