There are no words that can be used to describe the love that was felt among the marauders. They were brothers--- some were lovers--- some were traitors. Because love is a powerful thing, but so is fear. And sometimes love wins because of fear, and sometimes fear wins because of love. Would you trade a friend for a brother? Or your lover for your mother? Hopefully you will never have to choose. But our choices do define us. They define us, but Sirius can't help to wonder if his choices actually seal his fate.
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