Meetings Through the

"You didn't."

"I assure you I did."

"And here I thought you were a traitor."

"Funny, to us you were the runaway traitor."

Both men stood at KingCross. It was whiter than he remembered, noted Sirius absently, the colours didn't matter, the man in front of him did, Regulus A. Black, his little brother. His little brother with whom he had shared many laughs with during his childhood, his little brother whom he had hugged and reassured whenever their mother went into another fit, his little brother who had always been kind to house elves, his little brother who had been sorted into Slytherin, his little brother who each year at Hogwarts grew further and further away from him, his little brother who at the end had chosen to join Voldemort.

Sirius was not as alone as he thought he was after he went through the Veil.