Woah, I do love this hard, bitter, Sirius who always orders whiskey and then recites his litany of grudges over it. I love that at the moment of crisis, the idea of who is being dub-conned flips right over with the line, A jitney of curses run through Harry’s head—he’s going to hell for this—he can’t let Sirius do this, not when—

Really excellent characters and angst! I can't wait to find out who you are, MA!