I was in the room with the veil, looking around. Who was I to duel? Children? Suddenly, members of the Order of the Phoenix appeared, and I recognized one face immediately. The face from my childhood. The face so much like my own. "Well, well, well, my dear, darling cousin..." I whispered vehemently to myself, strutting slowly to him. "Sirius!" I called out, my face twisting to one of barely contained rage. 'The Dark Lord's greatest follower,' he was called. My cousin was no follower of the Dark Lord! He didn't deserve to be called one of the Dark Lord's followers. He mimicked my movement, and it seemed as if all time froze around us. We duelled for minutes, hours, how long was it? Until, one second had passed, and I flung a well aimed curse at him. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" My cousin, my handsome cousin, fell lifelessly into the veil. The effect was immediate. "NOOOOO! SIRIUS!" The boy screamed out, and I couldn't help but start to laugh hysterically. I had broken out of Azkaban, and I had killed my beloved cousin. "I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!" I yelled out gaily, turning towards the boy. "What are you going to do about it?"
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