Orion Black (novus_orion) wrote in novus_sceptrum, @ 2010-01-10 04:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | rating: pg, when: january 2000, where: owl post, who: caradoc dearborn, who: orion black |
Characters: Orion Black and Caradoc Dearborn
Date: January 9, 2000
Location: Owl Post
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Orion sends a birthday gift to Caradoc.
Status: Complete
Doc,
Before he was taken to prison, dad informed that your birthday was coming up. I couldn't remember the exact day, whether it was today or tomorrow, but at any rate happy birthday. I wish that it could honestly be happier, though I'm afraid there are things working against us which say it can't be that way. I've never celebrated a birthday since the year my mother left. Never had a party or gifts or cards. I was happy to just make it to another year and have a bit of cake, if we were in a situation that allowed it.
It's not fair that we aren't celebrating you and your life on your birthday. It's not fair that they can't all be here, and we aren't all at Grimmauld Place or your house, laughing and talking and giving you gifts and listening to stories from dad and Remus and Marlene about your youth. Just like it isn't fair that I've never really gotten to have a youth at all. I've lived from one extreme to the other, and I feel as tired as a man four times my age.
I suppose, though, that this is our life isn't it? The hand we've been dealt? I feel like someone marked the cards, if that be the case. We've all been cheated in a way that makes moments like these, milestones and important events, meaningless. That, really, is one of the biggest things they've taken from us, besides our friends and loved ones.
Sorry to be such a downer. It's been a few days since I've seen you. Just have a lot on my mind. I'm still at the hideout alone. I haven't seen Hermione. Everyone probably thinks I should rejoin the land of the living and go back to the house, but I can't. Little pieces of Harry are trapped in here, and I can't leave him behind. The sheets still smell like him and his clothes are here and I don't feel like he's dead. I feel like I'm just waiting for him to come home. Maybe I'm going crazy, Doc. Sometimes it feels that way.
Despite being such a downer, I enclosed a gift. Not much, but I thought you might enjoy it as much as one can enjoy anything right now. I found it, well, that day. It was lost when Regulus tossed it and his robes aside that night in Godric's Hollow when I squared off against Bellatrix. This was his Auror badge, but I made a few changes to it thanks to a few odd bits of magic and some transfiguration I found in one of the books we have here in our 'library'. I don't think Regulus will terribly mind the liberties I took with it. I'm not sure why it was there anyway, I suppose Bellatrix probably had it for some reason (who knows why) and dropped it in the fray? Either way, he didn't want it.
I may never get to be an Auror. Who knows when this war will end, if it ever will, and if the world keeps standing this way I have no chance. I will never get a badge, though I think I've done a few things that would have earned me at least some merit for one. So I changed the name on the badge, see? Orion Black. I think pretty highly of myself I reckon, as I left the 'Head Auror' bit on there. Anyway. It's the closest I'll ever come to having a badge with my name on it, and I want you to have it like I have yours.
Also I worked in a bit of charm work. Not sure yet it if it works from a distance, I'm not Hermione. If I'm ever in trouble and need you, I just touch your badge with the tip of my wand and say your name. Then, my badge on your end will glow, and you'll know I'm trying to reach you. Only if it's urgent, of course, and I know you can't really do any magic cause you're a vampire, but it works in reverse as well. You ever need me, steal a wand, say my name, ta-da. I'll know you're trying to reach me.
Well. I've rambled on enough now. I hope you're well.
Happy birthday, Godfather.
-Orion