1981, two years from now. That wasn’t much. He had to change it. But how could he, if he wouldn’t remember any of this? He had to find a way to keep his memories. Sirius looked at Dominique. He tried to remember what else she had said. He frowned and then it came back to his mind. Did he feel guilty?
“Yes”, he whispered the word, staring at the tea cup. His mind jumped back into the world of troubling thoughts. “I mean, your sister told me it was my plan that got them killed. And right now, I know what will happen. And if I will still let it happen, it means that I didn’t…” – he frowned at the mixed up tense – “will not be able to prevent it. And if they will die, then it will be my fault, yes, because I did not do my best to save them.”