the Black list

“I speak only to Remus Lupin.”On 31 October 1981, Sirius Black was carted off to Azkaban, laughing all the way. He received no trial, was convicted of one count of murder, two counts of attempted murder, conspiring, and being a Death Eater. He had no visitors, a spotty memory, and was left to rot as the Dementors descended.For four years.Til he broke out.By that point, the world - and the war - were different. Lily and James were hunted, in hiding and separated for their own good. Guerrilla warfare between the Dark and the Light reigned. History had been rewritten, the Light was losing, Voldemort was taking more tours overseas and his Sergeants-at-Arms were attacking, well, everything.This is a story of little decisions making big changes.Or: what would’ve happened if little things had changed a whole lot right at the start of the first Wizarding war? What if Voldemort figured out who he needed to kill before the baby had been conceived? What if Pettigrew did things just a little differently after the attack on the Potters? What if unreliable narration was for a reason?

hi friends!I’ve been sitting on this story for a while but hey, it’s 31 October (in my country anyway) and what better way to purge my feelings than to make it all y’all’s problem :)This whole thing came about because the Black List scene where Raymond Reddington turns himself into the FBI kept knocking about in my head and like, what if Raymond Reddington was actually the suave sexy disgraced Black heir… I couldn’t get the scene outta my head so I had to write it, and a rough brainchild of a story emerged. I have no idea if I’ll finish it or not, it’s very much a WIP.There will be smut but I know that’s not everyone’s thing so I’ll separate it out somehow.It’s Baby’s First Fic so idk but let’s have fun shall we?