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green-ville · 9 months ago

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Regrets

Synopsis: When Sirius Black came to her and asked her to watch over his godson, she didn’t think it would end up like this.

A Triwizard Tournament. The strongest, bravest, most courageous. Three willing participants to take on challenges larger than life and only one would be the victor of eternal glory. People had died in this challenge. Only an idiot would put their name in it.

When Sirina’s name is called, it was the last thing she expected.

When Harry’s name was called, the fourth wizard in a tournament of three, she knew her Uncle Sirius was right.

Someone was trying to kill him. And from the fact that she didn’t put her name in the Goblet of Fire, someone was clearly trying to kill her as well.

Family meant everything to her. Sirina refused to let Harry Potter die, and she’d take every risk to keep him alive.

Was drunk karaoke really the best idea? One drink in, she could not be removed from her seat. Her friend went up alone because she had the confidence to pull this off. Two drinks in, there was a buzz without courage. Three drinks in, she was almost tempted. Four drinks in, and yeah. Yeah it was a good idea. Especially five drinks in. She was killing it.

After that it was a bathroom break and chugging two glasses of water so she didn’t wake up horribly dehydrated. She hated that feeling, which is why she also brought two waters for her friend.

Her friend was nowhere to be found. Siri had never sobered up so quickly. She snatched their two skateboards up and powered through the door, exiting the loud bar and entering the cold, quieter night. The street they were on was busy but Siri had always had good hearing. Or maybe it was the paranoia that the one exceptionally dark alleyway looked like the perfect opportunity to do something horrible.

She rushed there in a cold sweat instead of her previous warm sweat from singing and dancing. Siri found her friend right away, and there was a man with her, pushing her against a wall.

Siri didn’t think, a common habit of hers. She stormed forward, dropping one skateboard loudly. The man twisted, spotted her coming, and Mandy shouted, kicking him away.

He yelped, caught off guard, only for Siri to knock him clean out with an aggravated swing of her skateboard.

Siri hit him so hard that he was unconscious before he hit the ground and she cracked her skateboard. When she saw that, she sagged. “Dammit, again?”

“I totally had that dude,” Mandy said, clasping her hand and bringing her in for a hug. She clapped her back twice. “Thanks though.”

“Anytime. Kinda tired though, wanna head out?”

“A bed sounds great.”

Siri discretely mended her skateboard with a quick spell. It was as good as new when she rolled down the street with Mandy at her side.

“You excited for school?” Mandy asked with a grin.

Siri snorted, leather jacket rippling in the wind as she sped up, kicking off the ground. “Oh yeah. Another year of no friends, spending all my time in the library, and getting fouled out in Quidditch. What’s not to love?”

The last part was actually fun. She loved Quidditch. Her teammates weren’t bad, they just weren’t friends. They had an understanding on the field to be the best and work more fluidly than water, but outside the field it was like they had never met each other before. And Siri had the most fouls of anyone in the history of Ilvermorny. She was known for her hard swings. As a beater, there wasn’t a higher compliment.

“I have to attend a game one of these days,” Mandy sighed, running a hand through her wavy hair as they wove in and out of the night life. “Seriously, just sneak me in please?”

“You know I will. First game, you’ll be there.”

They stopped talking as the crowds got thicker, focusing instead on just getting home.

Home was an apartment on the fifth floor of the building. The elevator was broken so they had to walk up the stairs. Mandy was out of breath at the top, and Siri was giggling.

“No matter how many times I do these stupid stairs, always kills me.”

“You’d hate Ilvermorny. Lotta stairs.”

“Who needs magic when you have elevators? I’ll take the win.”

Mandy unlocked the door to their apartment and inside Siri stopped. Mandy didn’t see it yet, and she didn’t see it until Siri reacted, grabbing her by the collar and yanking her back. She yelped, stumbling, and Siri was in front of her then, wand out. The spell was whipped out before she could even shout the words, her thoughts enough to send it zipping across the room –

And the man in the darkness sent the spell into her wall, burning the wood black and ruining the wallpaper there.

It was enough to confirm though.

Wizard.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Siri snapped, armed and ready to send more spells.

They were in her home. They were waiting for her. She would not take this breaking and entering lightly.

“You look just like him.”

Her brows knit. She could feel Mandy gripping the back of her jacket, hiding behind her. She had no protection against magic and even if she liked to fight, she knew fists were outmatched here.

“Like who?” Siri asked, glaring, entirely unprepared for her answer.

“Your father.”

Her mouth dried up and she got that feeling that she hated. The morning after drinking too much, waking up deprived of water and in desperate need of a few liters. A headache throbbing at the base of her head and sending black spots across her vision.

Siri didn’t remember her father. He died when she was young. No one in the U.S. knew of her father, his family name was prominent in the UK.

So this man in the dark knew her father. He thought she looked like him. He wore tattered clothing. He smelled. . .horrible. Like he spent his time on the run. Like he lived in a zoo?

There weren’t that many options, especially with the news that came a few months ago.

Siri lowered her wand, shoulders squaring back.

“Hello, Uncle.” Cold words for a cold greeting.

“Niece,” he returned, warm.

“Is this the one that escaped prison?” Mandy whispered behind her.

“Yes.”

“Is he going to kill us?”

“I don’t believe so.”

Mandy sagged. “Well thank God, I’m starving.” She flipped on the lights, moonlight no longer lighting the room as yellow fluorescent lit up the space. She moved around Siri who still remained tense, and waved to her Uncle. “I’m Mandy, nice to meet you. I’m gonna grab some food, you interested?”

Her Uncle never looked away from Siri.

Her gaze never let up.

“Just like that?” He asked, voice raspy.

Her brow raised. “Did you do it?”

“You believe I didn’t?” The confusion and disbelief masked his flicker of hope.

“Did you do it?” Siri asked again, more forcefully.

“No.”

“No,” Siri agreed, still hard. “I don’t believe you did it.”

“Why?”

Her lips flattened. “Take a shower. You smell. I’ll bring you a change of clothes.”

She did just that, silently pointing out the shower to him and grabbing him a change of clothes from her closet. They were about the same size anyway, he was malnourished.

He showered and Mandy made some food as Siri sat at the table, twirling her wand between her fingers.

“Talk to me Goose.”

Siri remained silently, staring, fixated on a wooden board without processing it. “My dad died when I was young. I don’t remember him.”

“You talk about him a lot though, I thought. . .”

She thought her dad had died later in life.

“I have letters from him.” She swallowed, picking up her glass of water, sipping slowly. Emotions pricked at her and her chest was tight. She hated talking about this, which is why no one knew. Mandy was like her sister though, the only family she really had. “He wrote me letters, they were like diary entries.” She smiled. “He’d start with, ‘Dearest Siri’ and end it with ‘you have all my love, dad’. He just talked to me like he knew he was going to die. He told me everything, and when I was younger I didn’t understand it, but the more I read them - the more I learned of the world,” she specified, “the more I understood. He died when I was 1 but it always felt like he was with me because of those letters. I felt like I knew him, his struggles, his strengths, his regrets.”

Water pooled and she looked away, gaze up to the ceiling to stop the tears from spilling. “He talked about his brother, Sirius Black. He never sang anything but praises about his loyalty, his compassion, his dedication to his friends. My dad wanted friends like that, but he ended up in the wrong crowd.” She exhaled, calming the ache. “The person my dad described could have never betrayed his friends. If he was wrong about that, then what else was he wrong about? And I can’t do that. I can’t tarnish his image when it’s all I’ve had. The news already hated him, they said horrible things about him. . .I just wanted to pretend they didn’t know the real him. Not like I do.”

Mandy sat down beside her, reaching out and holding her hand. “I’m sorry Siri. That’s a lot to deal with.”

She shrugged, wiping a stray tear away. “It’s whatever. He died doing the right thing. . .”

Sirius Black came out of the bathroom, changed into new clothes and smelling less like zoo dumpster. He wore jeans and a green sweater which didn’t fit his style, but it fit.

He came towards them, rubbing his hands together, curling hair falling around his scarred face in ringlets. “Thank you, Sirina.”

“Everyone calls me Black.”

“Then thank you, Black.”

She motioned for him to sit down and Mandy set a sandwich down in front of him. He thanked her with a kind smile, the action oozing honesty.

Siri would’ve asked him more questions, but the way he eyed the sandwich clued her in to how hungry he was. She told him he could eat first and once she saw how much sandwich he devoured in one bite she motioned Mandy to make him another. Mandy was already on it.

“Dare I think you came her for a reunion?” She inquired, still twirling her wand as she watched him carefully.

He finished his last bite with a long drink, leaving no crumbs behind. “I did want to meet you. I. . .I didn’t know about you.”

“Dad kept me a secret. He was in a dangerous crowd.”

“He told you?”

“In ways. How did you find out about me?”

“Our family house, one of them, has a family tree. You were on it. I’ve been searching ever since.”

“And now that you’ve found me, what exactly do you want? You didn’t come all this way to America just to meet your niece.”

“I did want to meet you,” he repeated as Mandy set another sandwich in front of him. He thanked her again. “Truly, if I had known about you I would’ve. . .I don’t know. I would’ve done something. I would’ve tried. I’m sorry you ended up with the Argents. Amarissa was nice, but her siblings are. . .tough.”

That was an understatement. After Siri’s mom died, custody went to her side of the family. They kept her around for a bit, but they never got over her name. Black. They sent her to America for boarding school as soon as they could. She came home for summers.

Now she was 17 and legally independent of them. They still sent her money to help her, but after school she had a feeling ties would be cut.

They provided her with everything she needed though.

She shrugged. “They got the job done.”

“Did they ever love you?” It mattered to him. Everything about him told her that her father was right. He was being honest with his praise.

“They got the job done,” she repeated.

“I’m sorry.”

She could see he was.

“I. . .I don’t have much time, either. I don’t think they followed me here but I don’t want to get either of you in trouble. I. . .I don’t want to ask this but I’m worried.”

Her brows knit. “Worried about what?”

“My godson.”

Her confusion only grew. “Who’s your godson?”

“Harry Potter.” The name was only a whisper and yet it silenced the room with its power.

Siri’s heart stopped, chest tightening again. “Holy Shit.”

Sirius cracked a smile. On the broken man it was a shinning light.

Sirius continued, filling her stunned silence. “There’s this. . .this tournament of sorts. The Triwizard Tournament. I’m not supposed to know about it, very few do. It’s going to be taking place at Hogwarts this year – “

“What the hell is Hogwarts?” Mandy asked. “Is that a zoo?”

“School, like Ilvermorny,” Siri explained.

“It’s dangerous. Kids have died in this tournament. It was banned for decades, and now they’re bringing it back. And – and every year he’s faced something. Something has gone wrong, he’s been attacked – “ Siri could see where this was going. Sirius’ words picked up, talking faster as his nerves took over. “He’s just a boy, I’m worried somehow – someway he’ll end up in it. And I – I can’t take care of him. Not like this. I can’t watch over him – “

“You want me to go to Hogwarts,” Siri realized slowly.

His gaze lowered, ashamed. “Yes.”

He came all this way to ask her to watch over his godson. He was a hunted man, the price for his capture was steep, and yet he risked it all to come see her and ask for her help. She had never met this man before and he had the audacity to come all this way to ask her to watch over someone she had never even met before.

“I’m sorry,” he said, guilt eating away at him more violently than the malnourishment. “I know, we’ve never even met before and the first thing I do is ask for a favor. And a large one at that. You have no reason to say yes – “

“Yes.”

“I know, but I’m asking that you please – “

Siri cut in again, locking gazes with him. “Yes,” she repeated. “Yes, I’ll go.”

He blinked. Mandy stopped chewing.

“What?” He asked, that disbelief prominent again.

“I don’t know how I’ll transfer so quickly, school is less than a month away, but – “

“I can do that!” Hope brightened his black irises. “I can – I can get it all taken care of. I’ll pay for it all, too. Anything you need will be done. Thank you, Sirina – Black. Thank you. I. . .I’m. . .I wished I could’ve come here just to meet you. From this alone. . .I know Reg would’ve been so proud of you.”

That mattered more to her than she allowed him to see.

Sirius left on a Hippogriff he had left on their roof. How he managed to not get caught was beyond her. That wasn’t exactly discrete.

The second he was gone, the questions came.

“Siri – “

“I know.”

“Did you think –“

“Yes.”

“Are you sure – “

“Positively.”

Mandy looked at her with wide eyes. Her cheeks were flushed. She ended with the last, and most important, question. “Why?”

That was the easiest question of them all. It was a loaded answer, though.

Because her dad had so many regrets, and she didn’t want to have any. Because she only had one person she ever considered family, and maybe this would get her more. Because he came all this way to ask her for help, without knowing her. And then after she agreed he didn’t immediately leave. He stayed two hours longer just to talk with her. To ask her a thousand questions that didn’t matter. ‘What do you like to do?’ ‘Tell me about Quidditch!’ ‘I was a beater too.’ ‘I’ve seen your grades. . .you got that from your mother.’

It was like he wanted to know her.

She wanted to know him and he said he’d write. He’d write her knowing the risks.

“Because why not?” Siri answered and left the roof. She locked the door to her room and laid on her bed, staring at the dark ceiling as she lost herself to her own thoughts.

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braveclementine · 6 months ago

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Chapter 32

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED RETURNS

In a brief statement Friday night, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge confirmed that He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named has returned to this country and is active once more. "It is with great regret that I must confirm that the wizarding styling himself Lord- well, you know who I mean- is alive and among us again," said Fudge, looking tired and flustered as he addressed reporters. "It is with almost equal regret that we report the mass revolt of the dementors of Azkaban, who have shown themselves averse to continuing in the Ministry's' em- ploy. We believe that the dementors are currently tak- ing direction from Lord- thing. "We urge the magical population to remain vigi- lant. The Ministry is currently publishing guides to elementary home and personal defense that will be delivered free to all Wizarding homes within the coming month." The Minister's statement was met with dismay and alarm from the Wizarding community, which as re- cently as last Wednesday was receiving Ministry as- surances that there was "no truth whatsoever in these persistent rumors that You-Know-Who is operating amongst us once more." Details of the events that led to the Ministry turn- around are still hazy, though it is believed that He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and a select band of followers (known as Death Eaters) gained entry to the Ministry of Magic itself on Thursday evening. Albus Dumbledore, newly reinstated headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, re- instated member of the International Confederation of wizards, and reinstated Chief Warlock of the Wiz- engamot, was unavailable for comment last night. He has insisted for a year that You-Know-Who was not dead, as was widely hoped and believed, but recruit- ing followers once more for a fresh attempt to seize power. Meanwhile, the Boy Who Lived-

"There you are Harry, I knew they'd drag you into it somehow." Hermione said, looking at Harry over the top of the paper.

We were sitting in the hospital wing. I'd been moved into a wheelchair and I was rolling back and forth between the door at the end of the wing and the windows, getting used to pushing me around. While Madam Pomfrey said that my legs would be healed soon and I would be able to walk, there hadn't been any improvements that I could see and I figured it was time to get used to the damn thing.

Hermione was still in bed and so was Ron. Ginny was curled up at the end of Hermione's bed, having been out of the hospital wing for some days now. Broken ankles healed over night after all.

Neville's nose had been fixed and he was sitting in a chair between Ron and Hermione's beds. Luna was also sitting on a chair, however, she was reading the Quibbler and wasn't taking in a single word anyone else was saying.

Trang was also still sitting in bed. Dumbledore had told Madam Pomfrey to keep her in bed until he came to talk to her. So far, he hadn't talked to her yet.

Ernie and Susan were lounging on an empty bed too. It was weird that they were hanging out with us. I was so used to it being just Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I. And I could've gotten used to Luna, Neville, and Ginny or just Ernie and Susan. But everyone together. . . but nine was a powerful number of course, just like seven.

"You're going to break the wheels on that." Trang said with amusement as I turned the chair, crashing it into the wall.

"No I'm not!" I said brightly, "It's magically modified."

"So why are you pushing it with your hands?" Trang asked, still amused. "Just give it commands and let it teleport you."

I stuck my tongue out at her.

"So." Ron said darkly. "he's the Boy-Who-Lived again now, though, is he? Not such a show-off maniac anymore, eh?" He grabbed a bunch of chocolate frogs and threw them to us and ripped his own open with his teeth.

"Yes, they're very complimentary about you, now, Harry." Hermione said, scanning the newspaper. "'A lone voice of truth. . . perceived as unbalanced, yet never wavered in his story. . . forced to bear ridicule and slander. . .' Hmm, I notice they don't mention the fact that it was them doing all the ridiculing and slandering, though. . ." She winced slightly, putting a hand to her ribs. She had to take ten different potions a day so I didn't pity myself much that I had to take seven. "'You-Know-Who's Last Attempt to Take Over, pages two to four, What the Ministry Should Have Told Us, page five, Why Nobody Listened to Albus Dumbledore, pages six to eight, Exclusive Interview With Harry Potter, page nine. . .' Well, it's certainly given them lots to write about. And that interview with Harry isn't exclusive, it's the one that was in The Quibbler months ago. . ." Hermione said, folding up the newspaper and tossing it away.

"Daddy sold it to them." Luna said vaguely. "He got a very good price for it too, so we're going to go on an expedition to Sweden this summer and see if we can catch a Crumple-Horned Snorkack."

"That sounds lovely." Hermione said in a strangled voice. I caught Ernie's eye and turned away, laughing.

"So anyway, what's going on in the school?" Hermione asked.

"Well, Flitwick's' got rid of Fred and George's swamp." Ginny said. "He did it in about three seconds. But he left a tiny patch under the window and he's roped it off-"

"Why?" Hermione asked, looking startled.

"Said it was a good bit of magic." Susan piped up from where she'd been sitting quietly, flicking through a gossip magazine.

"I think he left it as a monument to Fred and George." Ernie said thoughtfully.

"They sent me all these, you know." Ron said, pointing to the mound of chocolate frogs by his bedside. "Must be doing all right out of that joke shop, eh?"

"So has all the trouble stopped now Dumbledore's back?" Hermione asked and she sounded very disapproving.

"Yes, everything's settled right back down." Neville said.

"Even Peeves." Susan said with a grin. "Though Peeves seemed a little disappointed."

I giggled.

"I s'pose Filch is happy, is he?" Ron asked.

"Not at all. He's really really miserable, actually. He keeps saying Umbridge was the best thing that ever happened to Hogwarts." Ginny said in a low whisper and the ten of us looked over at where Umbridge was lying on the bed.

Dumbledore had gone to rescue her from the Centaurs. No one knew how he had done it and not received a single mark. I highly doubted that he'd used magic against them. Umbridge wasn't speaking either.

"Madam Pomfrey says she's just in shock." Hermione said in a low whisper.

I snorted. Dad had come in to see me and she'd uttered a little scream. He'd ignored her and I burst into uncontrollable laughter as Madam Pomfrey had come dashing out with her wand raised. She'd seen dad, rolled her eyes, and slammed the office door shut.

"Sulking, more like." Ernie said.

"Yeah, she shows signs of life if you do this." Ron said and made soft clip-clop noises with his tongue. Professor Umbridge bolted upright, looking around wildly.

"Anything wrong, Professor?" Madam Pomfrey asked, sticking her head out the door. My hand was pressed over my mouth to keep from laughing to hard.

"No. . . no. . . no, I must've been dreaming." She said and laid back down. Ginny, Hermione, Susan, and I all muffled our laughs by our bedclothes.

"Speaking of Centaurs, who's Divination teacher now? Is Firenze staying?" Hermione asked.

"Yes." I said promptly. "They'll split up the years between them. Firenze can't go back unfortunately."

"Bet Dumbledore wishes he could've got rid of Trelawney for good. Mind you, the whole subject's useless if you ask me, Firenze isn't a lot better. . ."

"Yes he is!" I said a bit angrily.

"How can you say that?" Hermione asked Ron. "After we've just found out that there are real prophecies?"

"Bet Elizabeth could make a lot of prophecies." Susan said with a grin.

"Oh yeah?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "And what would you want to know?"

"Who I marry!" Susan said, her eyes lighting up. "Can you see that?"

"If you give me a moment." I said and closed my eyes. The entire hospital wing seemed to be holding their breath and I grinned and then laughed.

"Who is it?" Susan practically shrieked.

"Well. . ." I said slowly. "You marry Ernie here."

Ernie and Susan looked at each other with a shocked expression on both of their faces and everyone roared with laughter except for Luna.

"Really?" Ernie asked, sounding surprised.

I nodded, "Yes, you guys will have two children. Your first child is a girl who you will name Irene and then you will have a boy after that who you will name. . . Justin."

"Justin?" Susan asked in disbelief.

"After Justin Finch-Fletchley." I said with a grin. "Oh and Neville, you're going to marry Hannah Abbott."

"I am?" Neville asked in alarming disbelief.

"Yes, and you'll become the Professor of Herbology." I said. "And you and Hannah will have a daughter who you will name Luna."

Luna and Neville looked at each other and then Luna said, "Well that's a pretty name." And then entire hospital wing burst into laughter.

"What about me?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Nope, I'm keeping that one a secret." I said with a mischievous grin.

"That's not fair!" He said hotly and I simply shrugged my shoulders.

"Lee Jordan is going to marry Alicia Spinnet and then lets see. . . Anthony Goldstein is going to marry Mandy Brocklehurst. . . they'll have a daughter."

Susan shook her head. "I can't believe that you can foresee all of that."

"Anyways." Hermione interrupted, looking annoyed. "It's a pity that the prophecy broke."

"Yeah, it is." Ron said. "Still, at least You-Know-Who never found out what was in it either- where are you going?" Harry had stood up.

"Er-Hagrid's." Harry said. "You know, he just got back and I promised I'd go down and see him and tell him how you two are. . ."

"I'll come too!" I said brightly. "It'll give me more practice with the chair."

We left the hospital wing and I immediately goaded him with questions, "When are you going to tell them the contents of the prophecy?"

"Not yet." Harry said, keeping pace with my chair.

He helped me down the steps and as we entered the entrance hall, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle emerged from a door on the right. I brought the wheelchair to a stop and Harry and the other three stopped dead too.

"You're dead Potter." Malfoy said.

"Funny, you'd think I'd have stopped walking around. . ." Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

Malfoy looked extremely angry and I tried to shift uncomfortably in my chair but my waist still wouldn't allow movement. "You're going to pay. I'm going to make you pay for what you've done to my father. . ."

"Well, I'm terrified now. I s'pose Lord Voldemort's just a warm-up compared to you three- what's the matter? He's your dad's mate, isn't he? Not scared of him, are you?" Harry stated sarcastically.

Draco started to advance, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him. I realized that I didn't have my wand- I'd left it in the hospital wing. I felt a bit of fear. I was utterly defenseless. Why had I thought just because I was in the school meant I was safe? "You think you're such a big man, Potter. You wait. I'll have you. You can't land my father in prison-"

"I thought I just had." Harry said.

"The dementors have left Azkaban. Dad and the others'll be out in no time. . ." Draco hissed.

"Yeah, I expect they will. Still, at least everyone knows what scumbags they are now-" Harry said.

Draco's hand flew toward his pocket and I screamed, catching my hand in the wheel as I tried to move backwards and cried out in pain. Harry had his wand out in a flash, pointing it at them.

"Potter!" Professor Snape emerged from the staircase that led to his office. "What are you doing, Potter?" he asked in an extremely cold voice, striding over to the five of us.

"I'm trying to decide what curse to use on Malfoy, sir." Harry said but I was too scared to laugh. My face had frozen into fear, my hand still between the frame and wheel, and Severus' eyes swept over my face. He approached me, quickly helped me with my hand, and then turned back to Harry.

"Put that wand away at once. Ten points from Gryff-" Professor Snape said and then stopped. There were no more points to take away- Gryffindor's hourglass had zero in it. "Ah, I see there are no longer any points left in the Gryffindor hourglass to take away. In that case, Potter, we will simply have to-"

"Add some more?" A different voice said.

I spun my wheelchair around with difficulty to see Professor McGonagall stumping up the stone stairs. She was carrying her tartan carpet bag in one hand and leaning on a walking stick with her other hand. I felt a spring of envy go through me. At least she could walk. I quickly pushed my bitterness away. She was lucky she wasn't dead.

"Professor McGonagall, out of St. Mungo's I see!" Professor Snape said, striding forward.

"Yes, Professor Snape. I'm quite as good as new. You two- Crabbe- Goyle- here, take these up to my office for me." She said, shoving her traveling cloak and carpetbag into their hands.

"Right then." Professor McGonagall said, turning to the hourglasses as Crabbe and Goyle walked up the stairs to her office. "Well, I think Potter and his friends ought to have fifty points apiece for altering the world to the return of You-Know-Who! What say you, Professor Snape?"

"What?" Professor Snape snapped and a reluctant grin came to my face cause I knew he'd heard her. "Oh- well- I suppose. . ."

"So that's fifty each for Potter, two Weasleys, Longbottom, and Miss Granger. Then Fifty for Miss Lovegood of Ravenclaw. Then Macmillan, Miss Bones, and Miss Kane of Hufflepuff."

Red rubies, blue sapphires, and yellow amber fell into the hourglasses of the three houses. "Now, you wanted to take ten from Mr. Potter, I think, Professor Snape- so there we are. . . Well, Potter, Malfoy, I think you ought to be outside on a glorious day like this, Miss Kane, do you need help getting down the stairs?"

I shook my head. "Harry's going to help me."

Professor McGonagall nodded, squeezing my shoulder in a gentle, almost motherly action before Harry pushed me out of the entrance hall and helped me down the stairs. He pushed me across the grounds- there was a little dirt path to take us down- and then we arrived at Hagrids house. The sun was hot and I felt bad that Harry had to push me. There were many students lying on the grass, eating sweets, reading the paper, and calling out to us.

"He'll be behind the cabin." I said as we approached his house and Harry pushed my chair around to the side of the cabin where Hagrid was picking runner beans in his garden.

"All righ', Harry! All righ' Elizabeth! Come in, come in, we'll have a cup o' dandelion juice.." Hagrid said, standing up. He took over and lifted my chair in one hand and I clutched the arms tightly, hoping I didn't slip out, as he carried my chair through the door, and set it down gently. I breathed a sigh of relief, releasing my grip on the chair arms.

"How's things?" Hagrid asked as we settled down and gave us iced juice. I'd never had dandelion juice and it had a peculiar flavor but it wasn't the worst thing Hagrid had made before. "You- er- feelin' all righ', are yeh?"

I sucked in my cheeks and said, "Things could be worse, that's for sure."

"Ay." Hagrid said softly.

"I'm fine." Harry said quickly, "So, where've you been?"

"Bin hidin' out in the mountains, up in a cave, like Sirius did when he-" Hagrid broke off, cleared his throat and took a long draft of juice, looking between the two of us, "Anyway, back now." He said feebly.

"You- you look better." Harry said and I knew he was trying to avoid the conversation of Sirius.

"Wha'? Oh- oh yeah. Well, Grawpy's loads better behaved now, loads. Seemed right pleased ter see me when I got back, ter tell yeh the truth. He's a good lad, really. . . I've bin thinkin' abou' tryin' ter find him a lady friend, actually. . ." Hagrid trailed off, thinking about it.

I giggled, "Oh yes, that's a great idea Hagrid! I'm sure the Centaurs will be right pleased with that idea!"

Hagrid was silent for another moment. Harry was draining his cup quickly and I knew he was trying to find a way to depart quickly.

"Ev'ryone knows you've bin tellin' the truth now, Harry. That's gotta be better, hasn' it?" Hagrid asked in the softest voice that I'd ever heard him use.

Harry simple shrugged.

"Look. . ." Hagrid leaned across the table to look at both of us. "I knew Sirius longer'n you two did. . . He died in battle, an' tha's the way he'd've wanted ter go-"

"He didn't want to go at all!" Harry said angrily.

"Nah, I don' reckon he did. But still, Harry. . . he was never one ter sit around at home an' let other people do the fightin'. He couldn' have lived with himself if he hadn' gone ter help you two-"

Harry leapt up. "I've got to go and visit Ron and Hermione in the hospital wing."

"Oh, Oh. . . all righ' then, Harry. . . Take care of yerself then, an' drop back in if yeh've got a mo. . ."

Harry was gone, leaving me there with Hagrid. A tear trickled down my cheek and I wiped it away and said, "You're right Hagrid. Sirius would've liked going out with a bang. . ." I looked out the window, wiping away more tears. My throat was tight again. "It's all my fault too. . ."

"Nah, I don' think it's yer fault Elizabeth." Hagrid said gently. "Yer friend was in trouble and yeh went. It's wha' Sirius would've done and it's wha' Lupin would've done too. Yer like yer parents and no one can blame yeh fer that."

I was silent and took another sip of dandelion juice. I wondered if Hagrid knew that Lily and James were my parents too. Dumbledore had told me and dad after my fourth-year that he wouldn't tell anyone. Of course, he'd also said it was getting harder to deny my relationship as I got older and the rumor was already planted there in people's minds anyways.

But I wasn't going to bring the topic up without any proof that Hagrid did know. We stared into each others eyes and then Hagrid said, "Harry doesn' know does he?"

"About what?" I asked softly.

"Yer his sister."

I swallowed. "Dumbledore told you?"

"Nah, yeh look too much like yer mum, tha's all. Lupin bein' yer father an' Sirius being yer Godfather. He was there when I went an' got Harry outta ter house. I figure tha's when he got yeh out."

"Yeah." I whispered. "It's not time to tell him yet."

"No, I s'pose it's not." Hagrid said and we watched the sunset fall together without another word between the two of us.

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𝕳𝖆𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖞 chair back up to the Hospital wing and I thanked him and rolled inside the hospital wing and froze, taking in the scene before me.

Trang was standing in the middle of the room, shouting at her parents who were standing in front of her, both of their faces angry. Dumbledore was standing by them, talking calmly, his hands behind his back. Madam Pomfrey was standing between Hermione and Ron's beds. Both of them were sitting up against their beds, watching. Professor Umbridge was still laying down.

Mrs. Nyguen caught sight of me sitting there in the doorway and started going off again in Vietnamese and Trang answered her in Vietnamese. Dumbledore looked politely puzzled. I didn't think he knew Vietnamese.

Madam Pomfrey hurried over to me and then pushed me to the bed and helped me into my bed. That's when dad entered the room, having coming back from St. Mungo's and he also froze, taking in Trang and her parents fighting and then Mr. Nyguen started shouting too and dad hurried over to my bed.

"Why are her parents here?" Dad asked.

"Oh- er- well, I don't really know but um, I think I may have forgotten to tell you that Trang's a pure-blood witch and she didn't find out until this summer."

"Oh!" Dad looked surprised and then flushed. I wondered what he was thinking about.

"Mrs. Nyguen, if you could please revert back to English so that we can talk." Professor Dumbledore said in a weary voice, "I'm sure that we can find a solution that works for everyone."

"I do not want my daughter influenced by the magical world!" Mrs. Nyguen shrieked.

"That's not fair!" Trang shouted, also in English.

"If perhaps," Mr. Nyguen said in a quieter, more controlled voice, "we did some memory modifying-"

"No!" Trang snapped at him, "It's too late, you're not taking my memories away from me! I've been to the Quidditch World Cup! I've watched Krum catch a snitch on a firebolt broom! I've seen house-elves and Dark Marks and gnomes and taken mail from owls! I've cast spells with and without a wand and I've soared above the trees with a broom. I've watched a werewolf transform and I've watched simple Muggle tents open up into apartments. I've eaten chocolate frogs and sugar quills! I've read about Ancient Runes and Herbology and Charms and Magical Creatures! I know that I'm a pure-blood witch! I know that this is where I should've been going to school for the past five years!"

Trang was breathing hard, glaring at her parents. They both looked shocked and then Mr. Nyguen asked, "What do you mean you went to the Quidditch World. . ." and then he trailed off and looked over at me. "Of course. . ." He muttered darkly.

Her mother however, was freaking out, "What do you mean you watched a werewolf transform!"

Dad went a darker red. Ah, so that was what he'd been thinking about.

"I don't believe that erasing Miss Nyguen's memories is the er- solution." Professor Dumbledore said. "In fact, though she has missed five years of schooling, if she is anything like Elizabeth here, I don't doubt she could go to school for a couple of years."

Trang's eyes lit up in surprise and happiness and I felt my heart pound. However, her parents faces paled so that they looked more yellow than ever.

"Trang- go- to school- here?" Mrs. Nyguen said, struggling so much with the English words that I thought she might revert back to Vietnamese. "Nonsense!"

"Why not?" Trang asked sharply. "It's where I belong!"

Mr. Nyguen pulled off his glasses and squeezed the bridge of his nose. "Trang we've always wanted what is best for you and this-"

"Really?" Trang asked. But she wasn't shrieking anymore. If anything, she sounded colder than ever. "Because if you'd really wanted what was best for me, you would've sent me here. I got captured, not because of Elizabeth, but because I didn't know how to throw off an imperius curse! I was useless in the Ministry because I didn't know spells! I don't think that's what was best for me."

"You were never supposed to interact with the magical world in the first place!" Her dad said, his voice rising just a little bit.

"Well I interacted with it just by living with you!" Trang snapped. "Considering you're both wizards."

"Miss Nyguen," Dumbledore said calmly and Trang turned to face him. "I'm going to take your parents up to my office. I'd like you to stay here until we come back."

Trang didn't seem happy about this but she nodded and came to sit next to me. I gave her a reluctant smile as Mr and Mrs. Nyguen walked out of the room, heads held high.

"I can't believe them!" Trang seethed. "Not wanting me to go to school!"

Dad had a tense look on his face and I nudged him with my shoulder. "What's up?"

Dad jumped, "What?"

"I asked what's up? You look lost." I said and then grinned, "Is it Tonks?"

Dad blushed red and said, "I don't know what your talking about."

I didn't answer and just smiled and then pursed my lips.

Trang and I fell asleep and when I woke up, I found that dad had laid me down and Trang was curled up next to me, her head resting on my stomach.

There was an opening at the hospital wing and Dumbledore came in. Dad rose to meet him and whispered something to him. I wanted to sit up but there had been no improvements. So instead, I nudged Trang with my hand, shaking her awake and then pointed to Dumbledore. Trang got off the bed and stood up, looking apprehensive.

"Miss Nyguen, your parents are waiting for you in the entrance hall."

"Are they- will they- am I-" Trang said, seeming close to tears and unable to spit the words out.

As an answer, Dumbledore smiled and said, "They're not happy with the choice, but after long consideration it does seem that you will be coming to Hogwarts. You won't go through the same process as anyone else here, less years and you'll end up continuing your education past the age of adulthood, however, with extra sessions with teachers and of course, you already know quite a bit from what Professor Lupin has said, I don't doubt if you couldn't finish the education in five years."

I was quite excited about that. Trang was equally excited and practically jumped for joy.

Dumbledore said, smiling. "Miss Nyguen, we will go up to my office for a few seconds to sort you and then we'll go and meet your parents."

I just wished I could learn how to walk again.

But, I was too happy that Trang was going to be going to school with me for at least my two next years. I wondered what house she was going to be sorted into. Definitely not Hufflepuff. Probably Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. Most likely Ravenclaw. Alas, I wouldn't find out until I went home this summer.

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𝕴 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖌𝖔 down to the end of the term feast. Instead, I took the freedom of using my newly improved legs and made my way down to the lake. It had taken me a few weeks to get them back to normal, but Madam Pomfrey said I was near the completion of healing. I still needed the chair sometimes but overall, I felt much the same as I did before we'd left for the Ministry, and that was a large improvement from before.

I took off my shoes and socks and waded out into the lake. I was wearing a tank top and shorts because I had wanted to go for a swim. My long hair was pinned up in a bun. But now, as the sun had started to set, I didn't really want to go under because I wondered if I would come up for air.

I missed Sirius with a pain. I'd talked to Hagrid about him, of course and his words were comforting. I wasn't like Harry- I didn't throw my anger out onto everyone else. After all, it wasn't their fault. They just wanted us to feel better. No, I was too kind and I realized that the Sorting Hat really never had made a mistake when he'd put me into Hufflepuff. I belonged in Hufflepuff and I was going to stop fighting that.

I knew the Hufflepuffs were celebrating tonight. We'd won the Quidditch Cup and we'd won as the house with the most points tonight too. I wondered if Ernie and Susan were looking for me or if they thought I was sitting at the Gryffindor table.

Tears slipped down my face and I looked up at the sky. I had once read a story that the stars were all the people that had died on the Earth. Of course, the church had said that people went to Heaven and Hell and became Angels or the minions of the Devil.

But looking up at those stars, I almost felt that they were once people. I'd heard in Muggle science that sometimes stars burned out. That's when people finally forget them, I thought. That's when they burn out.

There was a star above me that looked brighter than the others and I smiled. That was Sirius' star, I could feel it. Tears fell faster and I blinked them away. There were two stars so close together that they were practically touching. Mum and Dad, a small voice in the back of my head said. And then there was a large star above Sirius'. Cedric, I thought.

And as Luna and Harry were talking outside the Gryffindor Tower portrait, I thought, Luna was right, they never do leave us, do they. A pause and then I thought. Luna's right, I'll see them again one day.

I dove under the water.

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kairigokujr · 2 years ago

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Annoyingly Perfect, Perfectly Annoying

Author: KairiGokuJr

Rated: M

Harry/OC

Warnings: Underage

Summary: Rory and Harry think that their relationship is perfect, but they learn quickly that no one is perfect, not even them. With the Ministry at Hogwarts, Voldemort in the shadows, and mysteries about Rory's family stirring, stress and misunderstanding abound. Can the couple conquer their troubles inside and outside of Hogwarts?

Chapter 39:The Moment I Knew

Malfoy patted her on the shoulder, and Rory tried to blink away the tears in her eyes. She didn't doubt for a second that Malfoy was telling the truth. He didn't have a reason to lie if the truth was going to hurt her much worse anyway. "Probably better off, yeah?" Malfoy said. "You're a dick," she said. "Just looking out for you. We're family after all," he said smugly. She rolled her eyes, regretting that she'd ever mentioned this to him on the train. Of course he'd found a way to throw it back in her face.

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13916678/39/Annoyingly-Perfect-Perfectly-Annoying

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32456278/chapters/112613221

#Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #Harry x OC #harry potter ao3 #Sirius Black #sirius daughter #sirius black daughter #remus #Remus Lupin #remus x tonks #remus x nymphadora

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robinsworld44 · 2 years ago

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Harry Potter/Original Female Character(s), Cedric Diggory/Original Female Character(s), Draco Malfoy/Original Character(s), Mattheo Riddle (yasmineamaro)/Original Female Character(s), Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Harry Potter & Original Character(s), Draco Malfoy & Original Character(s), Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley & George Weasley & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Cedric Diggory, Original Black Family Characters (Harry Potter), Original Malfoy Characters (Harry Potter), Original Potter Family Characters (Harry Potter), Original Muggle Character(s), Mattheo Riddle (yasmineamaro) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Harry Potter/Original Character(s) - Freeform, Draco Malfoy/Original Character(s) - Freeform, Cedric Diggory/Original Character(s) - Freeform, Regulus Black Deserves Better, Good Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter Friendship, Sirius Black Needs a Hug, Bisexual Disaster Sirius Black, Remus Lupin Needs a Hug, Past Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Eventual Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Slow To Update, Not Canon Compliant, Nonbinary Character, LGBTQ Character Series: Part 1 of I Solemnly Swear That I'm Up to No Good Summary:

Fate can be a mysterious thing.

Harry Potter’s fate was to become the chosen one, to live a life without parents, and doomed to fight. Jamie Potter’s fate was to be in her brother’s shadow, to be the chosen one’s twin, and to forever be fighting for her spot in history. Paris Lupin’s fate was to never know her real father, to struggle with who she really is, and to fight against the prejudices her house faced. Draco Malfoy’s fate was to never be enough, to struggle to live up to his father’s expectations, and to be caught in the middle of a war. Dena Malfoy’s fate was to be stuck as Draco's twin, to try to be a better person but struggling against her family’s views, to be caught in the middle of what her family wants and what she does. Desiree Malfoy’s fate was to be overlooked , to never be good enough for her father, to be on the opposite side of a war against her family.

With war looming, sides were demanding to be picked. The students would need to stick together but would the war pull them apart? They were just kids, not soldiers.

Will fate intervene, or will they be on their own?

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chapter1991 · 4 months ago

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Just posted chapter 84!!

A Marauders' Daughter

I posted the first chapter of part 3 of A Marauders' Daughter a few weeks ago. And I posted the second chapter just two days ago. You can find it on Wattpad or on AO3 under the same username!

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ms-snape · 1 month ago

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Hey, can I request a young sirius x reader where he have a crush on her but he' mostly used to flirt with the girls and have he watts but the reader isn't like that and she keeps rejecting him....it' okay if you don't...I Just love your writing♡

Title: Not like others

Warning: flirt sirius

Word Count: 2500+

Masterlist

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The sun hung low over Hogwarts, casting a golden hue across the grounds, illuminating the ancient stone and sprawling greenery. The Great Lake shimmered under the afternoon light, rippling gently with the whispers of the breeze. Laughter echoed from the Gryffindor common room, where the Marauders had congregated, their typical banter filling the air.

Sirius Black lounged comfortably on the plush armchair, his signature smirk in place as he flirted effortlessly with a group of girls who hung on his every word. He thrived in the attention, relishing the playful banter and the easy confidence that came from being the center of attraction. Yet, amidst the laughter and lighthearted jests, his thoughts drifted. They wandered to her—Y/n, the girl who had somehow breached the fortress of his heart.

Y/n sat nearby, engaged in conversation with Lily and James, her laughter ringing like a melody that captivated him. She was stunning, her features a blend of innocence and strength, but what truly drew him in were her eyes—deep and expressive, reflecting a world of thoughts and emotions. Yet, despite his heart racing at her presence, Sirius struggled with the way he felt about her.

He had always been a flirt, weaving through relationships like a butterfly, leaving behind a trail of admirers and broken hearts. But with Y/n, it was different. She wasn’t just another girl; she had become a secret treasure, something worth cherishing, yet he couldn’t find the words to convey his feelings. Instead, he resorted to his old ways, flirtation pouring from his lips like honey, masking the deeper emotions brewing within him.

“Hey there, beautiful,” he drawled, leaning back with that familiar, devil-may-care attitude as he aimed his attention at Y/n. She glanced up, momentarily meeting his gaze, and the light in her eyes dimmed slightly. It was a subtle shift, barely noticeable, yet it cut through him like a knife.

“Do you need help with your Charms essay?” she asked, a faint smile touching her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Only if you promise to help me pass,” he teased, casting her a roguish grin. His heart sank as he noticed her forced smile.

Y/n turned her attention back to Lily, dismissing him without another glance. It stung more than he anticipated. The fleeting moments where they would steal glances at each other were now replaced with a growing distance. Confusion gnawed at him; he could see the hurt in her expression, but he didn't know how to bridge the gap he had unintentionally created.

As days passed, the pattern continued. Sirius would flirt and charm, drawing laughter from those around him, but Y/n remained distant. She spent time with Lily, her laughter still ringing, but it was tinged with an undertone of sadness that tugged at Sirius’s heartstrings.

It was during a quiet evening in the common room that Remus noticed the shift in atmosphere. Sirius sat across from him, a frown creasing his forehead as he stared into the flickering flames of the fireplace.

“Mate, what’s up with you?” Remus asked, concern lacing his voice.

Sirius sighed, running a hand through his unruly hair. “It’s Y/n. I can’t seem to reach her. Every time I flirt with her, it’s like I’m pushing her away.”

“Have you considered that maybe she sees you as just another fling?” Remus mused, his brow furrowing in thought. “You’re known for your charm, Sirius. She might think you want her for all the wrong reasons.”

“I don’t!” Sirius exclaimed, frustration leaking through his tone. “I like her, Remus. I genuinely like her. But every time I try to show it, I just end up making things worse.”

Remus leaned back, crossing his arms as he regarded his friend. “Maybe you need to try something different. Show her you care without the flirtation. Get her flowers or something.”

“Flowers?” Sirius echoed, incredulous. “I’m not some lovesick puppy!”

“Right, but if you want her to believe that you’re serious about your feelings, you have to show her. She’s not going to believe it if you keep playing the same game,” Remus replied, his voice calm but firm.

Sirius mulled over Remus’s words. It felt utterly foreign to him—this idea of soft gestures and vulnerability. But if it meant winning Y/n’s heart, he was willing to try. He just had to learn how to break through the walls he’d unintentionally built around her heart.

The next morning, Sirius made a plan. He found himself wandering through the Hogwarts grounds, heading towards the greenhouses. The vibrant flowers swayed in the gentle breeze, each petal whispering promises of beauty. He approached a cluster of blooming daisies and picked a small bouquet, the innocent blooms representing the simplicity of his growing affection for Y/n.

Clutching the flowers tightly, he made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. His heart raced with uncertainty, thoughts swirling in his mind. Would this be enough to prove to Y/n that he was different? That he wanted more than just a fleeting moment?

When he entered the common room, Y/n was sitting by the window, her gaze lost in the distance. The sunlight caught her hair, making it glow, and for a moment, Sirius simply stood there, captivated. Taking a deep breath, he approached her, forcing down the anxiety that threatened to overwhelm him.

“Y/n?” he said softly, and she turned to him, surprise flickering in her eyes.

“What’s this?” she asked, glancing at the flowers in his hand.

“Um, they’re for you,” he stammered, the words tumbling out awkwardly.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “For me?”

“Yeah. I thought… I thought maybe you’d like them,” he said, extending the bouquet toward her.

She hesitated, her gaze shifting from the flowers to his face, searching for something deeper. “Why, Sirius?”

“Because I like you,” he replied, his heart pounding. “Not just as a flirtation or a game. I care about you, Y/n.”

Her expression remained guarded, doubt clouding her features. “You say that now, but you’ve always been a flirt. How am I supposed to believe you?”

The sting of her words hit hard. “Because I wouldn’t do this for anyone else. I’m not trying to play you, I promise.”

Y/n reached out, tentatively accepting the flowers, but the uncertainty in her eyes lingered. “I just… I don’t want to be another one of your flings, Sirius. I’m not like the others.”

“I don’t want that either,” he insisted, his voice earnest. “I’m trying to show you that I’m serious about us. I want to be more than just a passing moment.”

For a brief moment, hope flickered in her eyes before it dimmed again. “It’s hard to believe that when you’ve built your reputation on charm.”

Sirius felt a wave of frustration wash over him, but he held it back, knowing it wouldn’t help his case. Instead, he thought of Remus and his advice. “Give me a chance to prove it. Let me show you how I feel.”

As the days rolled by, Sirius embraced the challenge. With Remus’s guidance, he began to shower Y/n with small, thoughtful gestures. He’d leave her little notes hidden in her books, the words carefully chosen to reflect his growing feelings. He surprised her with her favorite sweets from Honeydukes, savoring the way her eyes lit up with joy each time.

“Honestly, Sirius,” she said one evening, glancing at the assortment of chocolates he’d brought her. “You’re being way too nice.”

“Is that a bad thing?” he replied, a teasing lilt in his voice, but his heart raced with nervous energy. “I just want to show you I’m serious about this.”

Y/n took a deep breath, her defenses slowly crumbling as she began to see the sincerity in his actions. “You’re really trying, aren’t you?”

“Every day,” he admitted, the weight of his feelings resting heavily in the air between them. “I just want you to see that I’m different. That I care about you, not just as a flirt but as someone I want in my life.”

She looked at him for a long moment, her expression softening. “It’s hard to let go of my doubts, Sirius. I’ve seen how you are with other girls. It’s difficult to reconcile that with how you are with me.”

Sirius nodded, understanding her struggle. “I know I have a reputation, but I promise you—what I feel for you is real. It scares me, to be honest, but it’s the truth.”

Their conversations continued, each interaction building a bridge between them, and slowly, the walls Y/n had erected began to crumble. She’d catch glimpses of his true self—the gentle side that cared deeply, and with every small act, he felt himself falling further into the depths of his feelings.

One evening, as the Marauders gathered in their usual spot in the common room, Sirius couldn’t help but steal glances at Y/n. She was sitting with Lily, sharing a laugh over some inside joke, the sound of her happiness wrapping around him like a warm blanket. It was a comforting sight, yet a pang of longing tightened in his chest.

“Alright, Padfoot,” James said, nudging him. “You’re practically drooling over there. Just go talk to her!”

“Yeah, before she gets snatched up by someone else,” Remus chimed in, a teasing smile gracing his lips.

“I’m trying!” Sirius retorted, but a nervous energy buzzed within him. “I just… want to make sure I don’t mess this up.”

“Just be honest,” James advised, his tone turning serious. “You’ve been making progress. Show her that you’re genuine.”

With that, Sirius rose, his heart pounding as he crossed the room. Y/n looked up as he approached, her expression shifting from surprise to curiosity.

“Hey, can I borrow you for a minute?” he asked, a hint of nervousness coloring his voice.

“Sure,” she replied, her smile encouraging.

He led her to a quieter corner of the common room, the soft glow of the fire casting gentle shadows around them. “I just wanted to talk to you… away from everyone else,” he said, his throat tightening.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked, her voice gentle.

“I know I’ve messed up in the past,” he began, his heart racing. “And I know it’s hard for you to see me as anything more than a flirt. But the truth is, you mean more to me than I can put into words. I’m falling for you, Y/n, and I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

Her eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. “You’re serious?”

“Yes,” he affirmed, stepping closer, his gaze unwavering. “I know it’s scary and uncertain, but I want to give us a chance. You’re not just another girl to me. You’re special.”

Y/n’s expression softened, a mix of vulnerability and hope reflecting in her eyes. “I want to believe you, Sirius, but it’s hard.”

“I understand,” he replied, reaching out to gently take her hand. “But I promise, I’ll show you. Just give me a chance.”

Tension hung in the air as they stood together, hearts racing in sync. For a brief moment, it felt like the world had faded away, leaving just the two of them amidst the crackling warmth of the fire.

As days turned into weeks, Sirius continued to prove himself, each gesture a step closer to Y/n’s heart. They studied together, shared secrets, and laughed late into the night, the connection between them growing deeper. Y/n began to let her guard down, her laughter becoming more genuine, the warmth of their interactions melting away her reservations.

One evening, while sitting under the stars on the castle grounds, Y/n turned to Sirius, her expression thoughtful. “You’ve really changed, you know. I’ve never seen this side of you before.”

Sirius chuckled softly, a warm smile playing on his lips. “It’s all your fault, really. You make me want to be better.”

Y/n laughed, the sound light and free, and it filled him with joy. “I’m glad. I really am.”

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, his tone shifting as he searched for the right words. “About how I feel. I mean, it’s not just about flirting anymore. I want to be with you, for real.”

Y/n’s breath caught, surprise dancing in her eyes. “Sirius… do you mean it?”

“Every word,” he declared, leaning in closer, vulnerability evident in his gaze. “I want you in my life, not just as a fleeting moment but as something lasting.”

A smile broke across her face, illuminating the shadows of doubt that had lingered for so long. “I believe you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft rustle of leaves.

Sirius felt a warmth spread through him at her words, a sense of relief washing over him. “Really?”

“Yeah, I do,” she replied, her eyes shining with sincerity. “I think I’m starting to see the real you beneath all that charm.”

Their gazes locked, and in that moment, everything shifted. The air crackled with unspoken feelings, and Sirius leaned in, his heart pounding with anticipation. The distance between them vanished as their lips met in a tender kiss, a sweet culmination of everything they had built together.

As the weeks continued to unfold, the Marauders witnessed the transformation in their friend. Sirius was no longer the carefree flirt, but rather a young man in love, navigating the complexities of his newfound feelings. Y/n brought out the best in him, and he reveled in the joy of being with her.

One day, as they sat in the common room surrounded by their friends, Y/n leaned into Sirius, her head resting on his shoulder. “You know, I never thought I’d find someone like you,” she murmured softly.

Sirius smiled, wrapping his arm around her, pulling her closer. “And I never thought I’d want someone so much,” he admitted, a hint of awe in his voice.

Their friends watched the exchange with knowing smiles, the atmosphere in the room warm and filled with laughter. The Marauders shared their own banter, but the love blossoming between Sirius and Y/n was undeniable, a testament to the power of genuine affection.

With every passing day, Sirius found himself more entrenched in his feelings, each moment shared with Y/n reinforcing his belief that love could exist beyond mere flirtation. And as they continued to grow together, he realized that beneath the charm and bravado lay a heart yearning for connection—one that had finally found its match.

Their journey was just beginning, but the road ahead shimmered with promise, illuminated by the light of their love—a bond forged through laughter, understanding, and the unbreakable connection that comes from truly knowing one another.

In the depths of his heart, Sirius Black understood that this was no longer just a game; it was real, and he was ready to embrace it fully.

As the stars twinkled above them, Sirius squeezed Y/n's hand, feeling her warmth beside him. Together, they stepped into a future that held countless adventures, where their love would grow, unfurling like the flowers he had once brought her—delicate yet resilient, a beautiful testament to their journey together.

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khattichinni · 5 months ago

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The Moon's Star masterlist

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I have a granddaughter?

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Hi love! Could I request a Fred Weasley x Sirius Black's daughter? Like low key goth, full of attitude, and overly confident reader, maybe they're in a meeting for the order and she's giving full attitude or something?? I just need more confident/bitchy reader bro T-T I'm tired of all the 'not like other girls' and shy readers like brother I speak my mind. anywho I love you and you're writing your amazing <3

Hello dear Anon! I hope it’s okay that I tweaked this just a little because I’ve been reading OOTP and it’s a crime that this scene wasn’t included because Fred vs Sirius?! I’d initially planned something much different but ended up 4k words deep here 😂 I love writing a fiery reader and would love to do more of this OC. Hope you enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: mentions of injury, Arthur’s attack, general unrest, drinking, brief mention of potential alcohol addiction, sadness and anger. Fred has big emotions. Mentions of Umbitch. Brief nod to the reader potentially being a seer? Secret relationship that gets revealed.

Word count: 4k words (I got sucked in)

The eye of the snake.

"But professor," you protested weakly, actually considering the implications of your actions for once.

"I hardly think now is the time for propriety Miss Black," Professor McGonagall says as she ushers you through the common room and up the stairs towards the boys dormitories, whilst she heads towards the girls to retrieve Ginny. An odd night all around, you thought.

With shaking hands you held your illuminated wand out in front of you as a beacon, though you hardly needed a guide having made this walk so many times before, though never this quickly and without watching out for every creaking floorboard. You reached out for the door handle and slid it open, trying to stay quiet as to not disturb Lee. George was snoring as usual, surprisingly in rhythm with Lee's slight nose whistle which briefly made you ponder how the hell Fred was able to sleep through this crescendo of noise.

You creep towards Fred's bed first, knowing that time was of the essence and gave him a quick shake on his shoulder whilst whispering his name. You felt almost guilty for waking him, seeing him so peaceful in his sleep, knowing that Dumbledore's immediately summoning of yourself and the Weasley children was an ominous and foreboding sign. He looked so handsome, so relaxed and for the briefest of moments you forgot your assignment, wanting nothing more than to just climb in and cuddle up to him, feeling his warmth and softness.

You'd felt it all night, sleep evading you and your eventual dreams disturbed, the sense of something bad occurring pulling at the edge of your mind like a summoning charm. You'd felt the unease, the disquiet all night but couldn't sense anything beyond that, with no details making theirselves known, no visions of what lay ahead beyond the general sense of impending doom.

"Freddie!" You say a little louder, giving him a harder shake, watching as he stirs and eventually opens his eyes, immediately squinting at the light your wand is emitting. "Get up, it's important." You hoped that your blunt tone was enough to drag him out of his slumber and shuffled off towards George's bed where to attempted to wake him too.

"George," you say, giving him a harsh nudge on his shoulder, knowing that he'd be sleeping much deeper than Fred ever did. "George wake up!"

He groans, throwing his arm over his face but you don't pay him any mind, reaching for his dressing gown on the chair beside him and throwing it directly at his face.

"What's happening?" Fred groans, voice deep and thick with sleep.

"Dumbledore's called for us, McGonagall's getting Ginny, somethings happened."

He was out of bed in a flash, recognising your tone of voice enough to know that you were far from joking. George took a bit more corralling but he was quickly roused as you walked out of their dorm, followed closely by both twins who were every inch as disheveled physically as you felt internally. You met Ginny and Professor McGonagall at the top of the stairs and walked quickly and silently behind her, allowing Ginny to walk ahead with her brothers.

"There's been an... incident," McGonagall says, her words carefully considered to give little away of the situation, another ominous sign. "Your father has been injured, though we don't know how serious it is at this time. Professor Dumbledore is doing all he can with Potter's guidance."

"Harry? What's he got to do with this?" Ginny asks quickly, naturally hanging on every word that the professor said. She looked frightened and you could hardly blame her, considering the news. The twins remained uncharacteristically quiet as you walked quickly through the corridors until you were outside the headmasters office.

"Fizzing whizbee."

McGonagall turns to Ginny, casting a glance to the rest of you out of curtesy as the spiralling staircase presents itself at the correct password.

"It appears Mr Potter saw the attack take place."

"We've located your father and he's been taken to St Mungo's Hospital for maladies and Injuries. I'll be sending you all to Sirius' house, it's much more convenient than the Burrow. You'll be meeting your mother there," Dumbledore explains. At the mention of your father, your eyes shoot up to Dumbledore and it suddenly becomes clear why you have been sent for in addition to the Weasley family. Your dad, the safe house, the order of the Phoenix. Arthur must have been injured during Order business.

"How are we going?" Fred asks, his voice sounding as sullen as his face. He sounds unnerved, shaken, and you fight the natural instinct to reach for his hand. "Floo powder?"

"No." Dumbledore says with a slightly shake of his head, "the Floo Network is being watched. You will be taking a Portkey,"

He indicates to an old kettle lying innocently on his desk, the inanimate object having missed your notice upon entering. "We are waiting for Phineas Nigellus to report back... I want to be sure that the coast is clear before sending you on your way."

His gaze slips to you upon mention of your great-great-great grandfather but you avert your eyes, hardly knowing your place in that moment. Usually you had no trouble expressing your opinion, regardless of the situation, but right now you felt the best thing was to stay quiet and offer a supportive presence.

You thought of your own father, the both of you having spent so long forced apart and of his current predicament, essentially forced under house arrest by the Order. It was safer that way, but your heart still ached for how lonely he would be. You felt conflicted and impossibly guilty at the slight excitement you felt at seeing your dad again in respect of what your boyfriend and the others would be feeling at their own father's fate. Mr Weasley had been a surrogate dad to you whilst your own father was locked away and had been a constant presence in your life, making you feel even guiltier for the hopeful feeling you had about your own dad.

Your eyes suddenly whip around to the flash of a flame from the centre of the office, watching as a golden feather emerges from the combustion, your eyes trailing it downwards as it floats right to the floor.

'"Fawkes's warning," Dumbledore half-explains, eyes flickering between the golden feather and then towards McGonagall.

"Professor Umbridge must know you're out of your beds. Minerva, go and head her off - tell her any story."

Professor McGonagall was gone within seconds, her messy braid whipping behind her as she exits the office in a flash.

"He says he'll be delighted," an all too familiar voice suddenly says in a grumbling, bored voice. Your eyes trail up to the portrait of your ancestor, the Slytherin banner proudly waving behind him, his face as sour as you remember.

"My great-great-grandson has always had an odd taste in house-guests," he adds with a particular distaste before his eyes meet yours for only a moment, recognising instantly who you are. "As does his daughter."

"What a lovely reunion," you snark, fighting back a roll of your eyes as the familiar anger simmers deep in your gut at his choice of words, not even bothering to conceal the archaic values of your ancestors that belong in the past with them.

"You have all used a Portkey before?" asks Dumbledore, waiting for confirmation from you all as you huddle around the old black teapot, each of you nervous for different reasons of what will be waiting for you on the other side.

"Good. On the count of three then... one... two..."

"Back again, the blood-traitor brats. Is it true their father's dying?" You barely had time to register the creaky voice, never mind distinguish his words as you recovered from the nausea of travelling by portkey. Your stomach still felt tingly, the pulling sensation behind your navel and the wind ringing past your ears as you trapsed through space and time was never a comfortable feeling, having ended up in your dad's gloomy kitchen only moments later.

"Mistress Black returns with her blood traitor friends." You're about to curse into the horrible little elf when you hear a second voice shout loudly from the sidelines, rendering you speechless.

'OUT!'

Fred from beside you helps you up, knowing even in his time of need that Portkey travel did not agree with you and gives you a little nudge towards where your dad leans on the doorframe awaiting your arrival.

"Dad!" You scrambled, running off to hug your father who welcomed you with open arms, chuckling heartily as you barged into him with a slam. You felt awful doing this in front of the Weasley children but you'd allow this for yourself now and apologise later. You looked over your dads shoulder through the wild brown ringlets of his hair and saw that a single place had been set at the table, with a single lit candle and the remains of a solitary supper that made your heart clench. He smelt like stale drink, your stomach roiling nervously at the thought. Was that how he was occupying himself?

You suddenly pulled away, knowing that it wasn't the right time for a long, drawn out reunion and stepped back in line, in between Fred and George.

"What's going on?" He asks, turning to look upon the Weasley siblings. "Phineas Nigellus said Arthur's been badly injured —"

"Ask Harry," says Fred, particularly bluntly, no doubt frustrated that he wasn't getting a solid answer. You watch as your dad turns to Harry, pulling him into a warm embrace, trying to get him to open up.

"Yeah, I want to hear this for myself," adds George.

"It was, I had a - a kind of - vision," he stutters, beginning to explain the vision in great detail. Throughout the retelling, you have to stop yourself for reaching out for Fred's hand multiple times, knowing that you can't in front of everyone.

"Is Mum here?" Fred asks, turning to your dad once Harry had explained everything. You watch as George's face fills with dread, apparently having not realised up to now that she wasn't present amongst you.

"She probably doesn't even know what's happened yet," explains your dad. "The important thing was to get you away before Umbridge could interfere. I expect Dumbledores letting Molly know now."

"We've got to go to St Mungo's," says Ginny with a sense of urgency. You watch as she pauses, looking around all of you who are still dressed in your nightwear having been ripped from your beds not an hour before. 'Sirius, can you lend us cloaks or anything? Y/n?"

"Hang on, you can't go tearing off to St Mungo's!" Your dad says suddenly, eyes ablaze as if he's personally affronted by the suggestion. Your mouth opens immediately to protest but Fred manages to find the words first, his face stern.

"Course we can go to St Mungo's if we want, he's our dad!'" You can see how physically tense he's gotten, not taking very well to being told no by someone he didn't see as an authoritative figure, even if it was his girlfriend's dad.

"And how are you going to explain how you knew Arthur was attacked before the hospital even let his wife know?"

"What does that matter?" Adds George hotly, clearly thinking along the same lines as Fred, outraged at your dad's block.

"It matters because we don't want to draw attention to the fact that Harry is having visions of things that are happening hundreds of miles away!" Your dad replies angrily. "Have you any idea what the Ministry would make of that information?"

You reach out suddenly for Fred's hand, trying to ground him. The physical contact seems to pull him back to earth, preventing him from saying something he'd inevitably regret... or maybe not knowing Fred.

Ginny instead tries to offer alternatives in a much more grounded way, "Somebody else could have told us... we could have heard it somewhere other than Harry."

"Like who?" Your dad says impatiently with a sigh. "Listen, your dad's been hurt while on duty for the Order and the circumstances are fishy enough without his children knowing about it seconds after it happened, you could seriously damage the Order's-"

"We don't care about the dumb Order!'" Fred shouts, breaking away from your grip, as if it was holding him back. You're suddenly acutely aware that you are stuck in this awkward position, trapped between your dad and your secret boyfriend, hardly able to say anything to diffuse the situation. Your mouth physically hurts as you bite the inside of your cheek, finding it near impossible to keep out of it.

"It's our dad dying we're talking about!" George yells, mere seconds later.

"Your father knew what he was getting into and he won't thank you for messing things up for the Order!" Your dad replies with as much force as he was receiving, "This is how it is - this is why you're not in the Order - you don't understand - there are things worth dying for!'

You're a second away from physically pulling Fred away, knowing that whatever the next words would be that came out of his mouth, they'd be harsh and venom-filled.

"Easy for you to say, stuck here!' bellows Fred. "I don't see you risking your neck!"

You watch in horror as your dad pales, the look in his eyes darkening and you know in that moment that he'd quite like to hit Fred, something you would not be allowing. You'd been quiet too long, allowed them both to get out their frustrations but you'd had enough of that. You wouldn't choose sides, wouldn't force either of them to comply or get along but for your sake you hoped they could at least be cordial. You'd take the brunt of their frustrations if you had to, just to diffuse the situation.

"Right that's enough," you say, finding the words escaping you before you could really think about what you're saying. "Dad get the kettle on," you say with a nod of your head, a small and very false smile playing on your lips. You turn to the twins, names Fred who looks positively mutinous, trying a much softer approach on them. You know if you reach for Fred right now he'll reject you and you couldn't deal with that so you fold your arms over your chest, looking up towards the towering twins.

"We need to wait for your mum, we'll all set up in the lounge to wait or Gin you can have my bedroom if you want," you offer, casting a glance at the youngest Weasley who looks sullen, shaking her head slightly, as you expected. "Just wait to hear from your mum and then we'll work out our next move okay?"

Fred doesn't relent as easy as George who nods after a few moments in understanding. Instead, Fred is still shooting daggers at your dad over your shoulder and you sigh, knowing he's stubborn as a mule. A few tense moments pass and you watch as his eyes suddenly flicker to yours and soften considerably before he nods in agreement.

"No milk," your dad says suddenly from behind, a look on his face somewhere between disgust and shame.

"Right, butterbeer it is then," you say, trying to redeem the situation, "it's in my bedroom." You shoot a look to your dad, knowing you can't do magic here and you were hardly ready to leave Fred and your dad alone again.

"Accio Butterbeer!" Your dad says, taking the lead. Immediately the bottles of butterbeer float across the room and your dad placed them into the table as you reach and distribute the drinks.

You all take your seats in the lounge surrounding the fire that had dwindled slightly since your arrival but with a single flick of his wand, your dad refreshes it.

Ginny takes the old armchair closest to the fire and curls herself up within it.

Harry and Ron take the two seater, the most uncomfortable seat you'd ever had the displeasure of experiencing and you watch with a barely concealed grin as Ron's face immediately conveys his regret as he takes a seat upon the torture device. You reach for a cushion and throw it towards him; hitting him square in the face but for once he doesn't care but instead smiles thankfully for the cushion, not that it would do much. George throws himself down into the sofa closest to Ginny's chair and Fred follows not far behind. You stay standing, feeling suddenly uncomfortable at intruding and begin to back away from the room until the fire suddenly crackles dangerously. There's a burst of light and you frown, hearing the round of gasps as a scroll of parchment flies out, accompanied by a familiar feather.

"Fawkes!" Your dad says, quickly marching into the room at the sudden disturbance, snatching up the parchment and pulling it close to his face. "That's not Dumbledore's writing - it must be a message from your mother - here."

He thrusts the letter into George's hand, who had jumped up anxiously at the sudden intrusion. George then ripped it open and read aloud for everyone to hear.

"Dad is still alive. I am setting out for St Mungo's now. Stay where you are. I will send news as soon as I can. Mum."

There's a dead silence that follows Molly's communication, each of you thinking the same thing.

"Still alive..." George says slowly. "But that makes it sound..."

Fred pulls the parchment out of George's hands and read it for himself, then looks up at Harry for a moment, before he looks back to the parchment.

"You should all go to bed and deal with it properly in the morning," your dad suggests and before you can deal with the inevitable onslaught from the Weasley kids, you pull your dad away back into the kitchen, feeling the hot stare of Fred burning a hole in your back.

"They're worried about their dad," you say, keeping your voice down so that they wouldn't hear you. "We'll just hole up in the lounge for the night."

"Y/n," your dad sighs but for some reason his attempt to disagree with you seems to anger you instantly.

"What would you do? Just go to bed and pretend nothings wrong?"

"Well I didn't care very much for my father," your dad begins to snark, forcing you to roll your eyes.

"Right, so maybe just pretend you can imagine what they're going through and just accept that they're hurting and need each other right now."

Your dad's eyes widen a little at your outburst but you don't back down, "you don't have to host us, go to bed if that's what you're concerned about, or back to your drink."

"Y/n Black!" Your father shouts but you don't flinch, knowing that you'd simply touched a nerve.

"I care about every single one of them in there, is it not just enough that I want them not to hurt? I care about Arthur too! Can you simply not understand that some people might actually be horrified at the thought of their father dying?"

His eye twitches at your words and you can tell he's considering the possible hidden meanings behind your words.

"Perhaps you care a little more for one of them," he snarks, unable to hold himself back. You see red immediately, only to be fuelled by your dad's following words. "Seems that you've absorbed his anger."

"He's not angry he's terrified!" You can't help it, the volume of your voice raising to match his. "Anyone would be in their situation! I'm sorry we're such a burden to you but the second we hear from Molly we'll be at St Mungo's out of your way."

"I didn't mean."

"No you never do," you say, averting your eyes and turning your body to walk back to the lounge.

"Y/n," your dad says, his tone suddenly back to normal if not sounding a little bit regretful. You sigh, tired and on edge, wanting nothing more than to just sit with your boyfriend and friends.

"You're a good friend to them," he says, trying to find words for the situation. Your nod slowly, the anger fading now as exhaustion washes over you.

"They're all I've had for a long time," you say, trying to avoid the sensitive topic of his imprisonment. "You're right about caring for them, and Fred above most. You're just seeing him on a bad night," you pause. "You know him and George stole the Marauders map from Filch's office in our first year?”

You watch as your dad's eyes light up in surprise, apparently never having been told this particular story.

"If you gave him a chance, on any normal day, I'm certain you'd love him."

"Do you?" Your dad asks gently, big brown eyes imploring your own. You frown, casting a look to the closed door that stood between you and the lounge, as if you'd see Fred through it.

You nod, getting more assured with every gentle movement of your head.

"I should get back," you say quietly, immediately feeling regret at the raised voices, not having expected your reunion to go like this.

When you step into the lounge, it's obvious that they had heard everything, though they all attempt to divert their eyes and look away to avoid making it too obvious but fail miserably. Fred's hand beckons you over and he pulls you into his lap, your head immediately resting on his shoulder, ignoring the shocked looks from Ron at the outward affection.

"Don't say anything," you whisper, looking at the flames of the fire instead of his face.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Fred says gently, making you look towards his face, seeing his tired eyes and the tiny hint of a smile upon his face.

"You're comfy," you say, pressing your head into the curve of his shoulder and you can feel the movement of his little chuckle. Arthur stays at the forefront of your mind and you're certain that there's not a moment he's forgotten amongst his children as you look at them throughout the night.

At some point Fred falls asleep, his breathing evening out as his head lolls onto your shoulder with the new position. His hand is entwined with yours, acting like an anchor so he wouldn't float away with his spiralling thoughts, your legs resting over his much longer ones. George is asleep the other side of Fred, emitting quiet snores and jerking every now and then. Ginny doesn't sleep, you can see the reflection of the flames in her eyes as she stares blankly into nothing and you're unable to tell if Ron is asleep due to his head being in his hands, slumped over. You settle down, snuggling into Fred as the tiredness overtakes you and you hope that when you wake there will be better news.

You don't see or hear your dad step into the room an hour later, pausing as he looks upon his daughter cuddling up to who he assumes is her boyfriend. Instead of being angry or protective as he expected to feel, he feels a sense of calm as seeing her look peaceful in her sleep. He may not have had the best interaction with the Weasley boy but he knows Arthur and Molly, they seemed incapable of raising a bad one

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green-ville · 8 months ago

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Regrets

pt 3

Synopsis: When Sirius Black came to her and asked her to watch over his godson, she didn’t think it would end up like this.

When Sirina’s name is called, it was the last thing she expected.

When Harry’s name was called, the fourth wizard in a tournament of three, she knew her Uncle Sirius was right.

Someone was trying to kill him. And from the fact that she didn’t put her name in the Goblet of Fire, someone was clearly trying to kill her as well.

Family meant everything to her. Sirina refused to let Harry Potter die, and she’d take every risk to keep him alive.

She found Mandy with a tracking spell. They returned to the portkey quietly, both of them having seen things they didn’t want to talk about.

That night Siri took a shower, watching the water wash away red and brown.

She counted 8 slashes on her body, healed to the point they were scabbed but with light dabbing of her towel, some reopened. She bandaged them up as best as she could, looking like a zombie hiding in a mummies wrap.

She slept for 13 hours and awoke midday to two letters. Both from Uncles.

She thought she knew what was coming from both of them. She was wrong.

Sirius said he changed his mind. He no longer wanted her to go to Hogwarts. He had heard about what happened and said he never should’ve asked her.

She sent him a response right away, saying she was going whether he now wanted her to or not, and that was final.

Her other Uncle invited her to dinner. He was coming into the city for business in the next few days and wanted to catch up. He also asked if she was alright.

She agreed to dinner, saying she was fine, just surprised.

Dinner went fine for the most part. It was stiff, political almost. All the answers were short, not providing any real information. They never delved too personal until dessert had finished.

“I’m worried about you.”

She blinked, setting her water down. “Why?”

“I didn’t care for you how I should have. When your mother passed I should have treated you as one of my own, but I treated you as separate. I am going to try to be more involved in your life.”

What?

Don’t be rude. What do you even say to that?

“And. . .How do you want to. . .what do you want to. . .”

“Well uh,” he did not just say ‘uh’. He was as uncomfortable as she was right now. “I was thinking dinner once a month to start. And, perhaps, we increase the frequency of letters?”

“We don’t really write each other.”

“Precisely. I will start, I would like you to respond.”

“. . .Okay.”

He nodded. “Okay. . .It was nice seeing you Sirina.”

“I’m going to Hogwarts.”

She didn’t know why on earth she said it. It really just popped out and then she was continuing because she had caught him off guard. “I uh, I transferred. For this year. I know it’s sudden, unexpected. I’ve been thinking about it for some time. . .”

“Do you not like Ilvermorny?”

“I don’t think it likes me. I tried to make friends, I thought joining the stupid Quidditch team would help. . .no one talks to me.”

He nodded, hands folded on the table. He considered what she was saying, then responded. “I think this is a good decision, I only ask one thing.”

“What?”

“Take the Argent name.”

She contained her own surprise. He wanted her to go by Argent? She had always been Sirina Black. Why. . .

“You think they’ll treat me differently because of it.”

“I want you to have a real opportunity to make friends, Sirina. I have concern that being tied to that name right now limits your ability. If they get to know you first, and then you tell them, that is one thing. They’ll know who you are and know you’re a good person. But if you say you’re Sirius Black’s niece, that’s all you’ll be to them. The relative of a mass murderer. I don’t want you to be ostracized for something you had no way of controlling.”

And it made sense, which was the issue.

She had to get close to Potter, and that meant not telling him the truth. She may have known the truth about Sirius, but he didn’t. She’d look insane telling him she talked to the ‘mass murderer’ and it was ‘all an unfortunate misunderstanding’.

She nodded. “I agree.”

“I hope you make friends at Hogwarts. I remember my days. I hope you have just as many good memories.”

It had been tough with Mandy. Siri thought they’d be talking by now. It wasn’t until the day she was leaving that the truth came out.

Her arms were crossed, she was looking at Siri with more emotions than she could process. Anger, hurt, upset, fear. . .

“I can’t believe you’re going.”

“You knew about this?” Siri questioned, wondering where the change of heart came from.

“That was before the Quidditch game! You could’ve died Siri! I saw the marks on you, they may be scarred over now but that doesn’t change the fact that you almost died! The one on your neck would’ve been enough but I know you have more that you’re hiding!” It was true. She had been wearing more modest clothing just because of that. “It’s not safe.”

“It’s not safe for Potter either.”

“He’s not your responsibility.”

“I was asked to watch over him, that’s it – “

“But you didn’t just watch over him! You went and you played hero!” She snatched up a newspaper from the living room table and held it out for her to see. “You made the headlines, which I’m sure you didn’t know because you don’t read the newspaper. Someone got a photo of you attacking those Deatheaters. They don’t have a name for your face, but I know it’s you.”

Siri needed to start reading the newspaper.

“And what if that happens again? What if there’s another attack? Will you get involved?” She demanded, grip tightening on the newspaper. Siri didn’t respond, and she demanded again, “Will you Sirina?”

“It’s likely.”

“It’s not likely it’s a yes!”

“I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not!” She exclaimed. “You never cared about yourself anyway! You don’t think you deserve happiness so you never fight for it. You’re so ready to die that sometimes I think you’re gonna walk straight into traffic!”

“I would never – “

“Wouldn’t you?” Mandy asked, face flushed as she huffed. “Wouldn’t you? Then tell me you don’t blame yourself for your mom. Tell me – “

“The Deatheaters that attacked, do you remember them?”

“Hard to forget!”

“My dad was one of them.”

And that quieted her raging anger.

Siri continued. “All the letters I have from him? They’re filled with regrets. He regretted becoming one. He regretted the house he was in. He regretted not following Sirius. He regretted not being his own person and just listening to the shit his parents told him. He regretted everything he ever did, until the day he died trying to take down the man that those Deatheaters you saw worked for. And if he didn’t have those regrets, maybe he’d still be alive. Maybe my mom wouldn’t have killed herself. Or maybe she would’ve but at least someone else would’ve found her before me.” She shrugged, rolling her watery eyes. “I don’t know Mandy. But I can’t not do this. You think I’m being suicidal, I think I’m trying to avoid following in my parents footsteps. He knew it was a one way trip when he left. She wanted a one way trip. So I’m sorry for upsetting you, but I don’t regret this decision.”

She grabbed the portkey just as Mandy stepped forward, proclaiming, “Wait!”

It was too late. The cry was lost as the world spun, flowery wallpaper and hard wood floors disappearing from sight. She landed in a park in London, no one in sight as far as she could tell.

Carrying her trunk wasn’t the most fun in the world. Or at all. She wanted to levitate it the entire way but with all the no-maj’s around it was impossible. So she carried it, getting in her arm workout for the day as she made her way to the train station. Sirius had left her a note on her ticket saying she had to run through the wall of 9 and 10, so when she got there she assessed the situation, stuck her hand through the wall to confirm she wouldn’t smack into it, then ran.

She didn’t crash which was good.

The bad news?

The train wasn’t there.

She stared at the empty track, panic rising. This wasn’t fun because she was already having a bad day by getting into an argument with Mandy. But she also missed the train? How could she have possibly. . .

She checked Sirius’s note again.

She reread the part where he told her to get there at 5. She had to take her time doing this, the words attempting to screw with her, but she refused to let it win again.

He meant 5 US time, not UK time. He told her when to leave the states, not when to arrive at the train station. She was 6 hours early.

Shit.

The train station arrived at 8. She was the first one on. Aggressively she got her trunk into a train cart, levitating it up to the racks above the comfy looking seats. When she sat down she confirmed they were not comfy. They did the job of providing her with enough space though, and once she laid down? Siri was out like a light.

Truth be told she hadn’t been sleeping well since that Quidditch match. She could make it about six days on three hours a night and then that seventh day hit and. . .she became disoriented to person, place, time, and situation.

Today was a seventh day. The last week had been especially difficult because she was nervous about school, so really it was no surprise she passed out so quickly.

And when people started to arrive on the train, she remained asleep. And when people came into her cart, the others full, and sat around her, she remained asleep. And even when the train took off down the track and there was a consistent noise of metal rolling on metal and a controlling whistle that shoved through the plains. Even then she remained asleep.

It wasn’t until she was shaken awake by a light hand that she finally roused.

“Black. . .Black, is that you?”

She jolted, entire body clenching up and she had her wand out and pointed at her attacker in a split second.

It wasn’t until she processed who it was that her racing heart tightened. She knew those green eyes.

“Potter?”

“Black,” he greeted right back, raising his hands in surrender. “We’re here. . .why are you here?”

“What?” What fucking year was it?

“We’ve arrived.”

“Where?”

“Hogwarts? Did you get on the wrong train? Don’t you live in the states?”

“What day is it?” She sat upright, right side of her face warm from how she had been sleeping. She was sure there were marks on her cheek as well. “Oh my God I’m so tired – “ she cut herself off with a yawn, eyes shutting as she stretched.

“Er, Thursday?”

“What?”

“You asked what day it is. . .are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah fine. Sorry. Tired. Haven’t been. . .sleeping well. . .holy shit are we. . .?”

He cracked a smile. “Yeah. Welcome to Hogwarts. It looks like we’ll be going with the first years because we missed all the other transports.”

She blinked, staring out at the dark sky. “Potter,” she whispered, “I’m going to be honest with you, okay?”

“Sure?”

“I think I got on the wrong train.”

She got some caffeine in her and remembered that no, she had not got on the wrong train. She was supposed to be here. Harry, she had progressed to Harry, thought this was hilarious. She did not.

The first years took boats to Hogwarts. This wasn’t terrible. She liked the abyss of water beneath them and how it reflected the warm light of the magnificent castle. It was probably the most unforgettable sight she’d ever witness.

“So why did you transfer?”

“Transfer what?”

Harry blinked. “Schools?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I’m not used to people talking to me. Well,” she didn’t even process that she just royally embarrassed herself, continuing on like nothing had happened. “Uh, for funsies. Wanted something different. Heard Hogwarts was an okay school.”

“So. . .So you transferred schools for funsies?”

“Yeah, why not. Sometimes Harry, you have a midlife crisis. This can make you do stupid things. Never listen to your internal thoughts, they never lead to anything good.”

He grinned, green eyes bright despite the sun deprived sky. “Hermione says I should think more.”

“It’s overrated. I never think and look at where I am. I somehow got myself onto a train without having any recollection of this morning’s events.”

He laughed and she laughed back, feeling lighter than she had in a while.

“I hope you get into Gryffindor, you could totally try out for our Quidditch team and get a spot. I know it.”

She grinned. “So if I don’t get into Gryffindor you’ll stop talking to me?”

“No! I just. . .I don’t see how you couldn’t get into Gryffindor. You’re one of the bravest people I know.”

She chortled, flattered and embarrassed. “We’ve known each other for like, 15 hours tops.”

“You saved my life.”

“I did no such thing.”

“You found me, Black. . .I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t. And I saw that newspaper of the night. You’re on it. I know that’s you. . .What happened?”

She swallowed, breaking eye contact. She stared at the dark water that lapped at the underbelly of the self-driving canoe they were in. Her entire personality started to shut down, the change noticeable to even a blind man. And Harry wore glasses, he had no excuse to be blind.

“If it’s too much. . .you don’t have to tell me.”

“It’s hard to talk about. I’m sure you know the feeling.”

“I think I can relate,” he responded softly, cracking a weak smile. “Voldemort has tried to kill me more times than I’ve gone on dates. It’s a little sad.”

Her lips wavered into a smile. Harry started to laugh, and her head bowed, shoulders shaking.

“Lord Voldemort wants me more than girls my age. It’s a total confidence booster.”

Her head went back, her hand covered her mouth, and Siri laughed loudly, tears in her eyes. Her stomach cramped and her knees pushed together with the sudden need to pee, the situation he just turned into a joke the funniest thing she had heard in a while.

By the time they arrived, all previous sad thoughts were vanished from sight. They walked up the castle together, joking their hearts away and leaning against each other when their legs grew weak with shakes.

“Every freaking time! I can’t seem to get it right!”

“Don’t add an entire box of pasta to a medium sized pot! Especially angel hair! How could you not know that?!”

“The box doesn’t come with pan size instructions! And it never looks like much dry!”

“So what, after you realized the medium sized pan wasn’t good enough, did you put it into the appropriate sized pot?”

“Of course not,” she scoffed, “that’s ridiculous. The bottom half was already cooked, so I flipped the uncooked half into another medium sized -pot-pffft – pot and – and I cooked that half of the pasta.” The laughs were taking over again. Tears were in her eyes as she held her cramping stomach.

“But then I was so tired after it that I didn’t even eat! I just went to bed and woke to a mess in the morning.”

Harry’s smile was riddled with charming dimples as they climbed up a series of stairs inside the castle, trailing the group of nervous first years. “That’s brilliant. Absolutely brilliant Black.”

“You uh. . .you can call me Siri if you want. If you like Black more, that’s fine, just thought – “

“Siri’s nice. It’s a good name for you.”

“It’s technically Sirina, but only my mom ever called me that.” She realized her mistake after it was out.

Past tense.

He noticed it and nodded. “Siri it is. Hey, good luck in there, okay? Even if you don’t get Gryffindor, we’re still friends, right? You’ll always have a seat beside me.”

“Thanks Harry,” she smiled. “And thanks for waking me up before. I don’t know how long I would’ve slept for.”

“Anytime.”

He rushed off down the hall as a professor congregated the first years and herself in front of a staircase. She wore a witchy green velvet hat to match her robes. She must be the Slytherin head of house, then.

“Good evening, I am Professor McGonagall, deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts and head of Gryffindor house.”

Siri was wrong. What else was new?

That was also the last thing she heard. On top of being dyslexic? ADHD. She didn’t have it nearly as bad as others, but at times like this it became obvious. What other child would look at the architecture of a castle and want to go into a 3 week long deep dive fixation over how it was built, what secrets lay beneath, and what bodies were likely buried in the foundation?

“Ms. Argent. . .did you hear me?”

Why wasn’t Ms. Argent responding? Rude. Siri turned to look at the first years, curious as to what was happening and refocusing, only to see everyone was looking at her.

Shit. She was Argent. She was going by Argent.

“Oh shit – shiitake mushrooms, will they be served? I haven’t ate anything since breakfast but that was U.S. time because I forgot about time zone changes and so then I got to the train station early and then I had to wait you see. I know I probably could’ve grabbed a bite to eat at the station if I had just walked around in all that free time I had from bad planning but I was paranoid the train was going to come when I was gone, everyone was going to show up, I’d be lost finding my way back, and then it would leaving before I ever even knew it was there. That would be really bad, wouldn’t it? So I had to stay there you see, and then the train came and I got on it and then I was really tired. Haven’t been sleeping well. Maybe it’s my mattress? What type of mattresses do you have here? I didn’t have to bring my own, did I? I didn’t see that on the requirements of – “

“Ms. Argent!” Professor McGonagall exclaimed. “What – I. . .What?”

“I have no idea. Sorry, sometimes I get like that. I have ADHD, I kinda get distracted easily. I was looking at that hallway down there,” she pointed, “and then I started thinking about the architecture of Hogwarts. Beautiful architecture, by the way. The states take a more neo-gothic aesthetic for their colleges because, of course, we’re not as old as other countries. Still stunning but it doesn’t quite have the rich history that these types of castles do – “

“Ms. Argent.”

She blinked inquisitively, smiling.

“I think I know exactly where you’ll go without even bothering the hat,” the Professor claimed dryly. “You’ll be first, seeing as you’re a transfer. Now, follow me.” She pivoted with a sweep of her cape and led the group onward.

One first year tugged at her cloak, smiling up at her. “I have ADHD too.”

“Fucking rad man – “ child. Child. CHILD! “I mean that’s sick.”

He laughed at her. “You’re so getting detention.”

“Little snitch.”

They headed into the Great Hall which was pretty great, it definitely lived up to the name. Calling it a cafeteria might’ve been a disservice.

Everyone stared at them like they were fresh meat, which in a sense they were. The first years at least. They hadn’t been alive long, they were fresher than the rusty dried out 17-year-olds like Siri.

She took it all in, and by that she meant she fixated on the smallest of things.

The stained-glass windows were stunning. She wanted to know what they looked like when the setting sun was casting its warm rays through it. She bet it was beautiful, she could imagine it now.

Should she take up painting? Sure, she had tried that once before and gave up after one incident, but what if she tried again?

Her cloak was tugged. She looked down at the ADHD kid from before.

“What’s up?”

“Professor McGonagall called your name.”

Siri looked up. Professor McGonagall indeed was staring at her, holding an unnecessarily fancy scroll in one hand, a lice filled hat in the other. She looked very unimpressed.

Siri liked to set the bar high.

“I’m starting to think I forgot to take my meds this morning,” Siri mumbled, then realized that yes, she definitely forgot to take her meds this morning because she always took them at 9 o clock but then she was at the train station at the wrong time and completely forgot about her meds and then she was on the train and then it was night.

She got up to the Professor and apologized, taking a seat on the uncomfortable stool. The hat was almost set on her head when she shifted, trying to get comfortable. Professor McGonagall lifted it, as if she couldn’t figure out what Siri was doing. “Sorry, this is terrible. I don’t know how to sit.”

“I think you’ll find it won’t take long,” Professor McGonagall said dryly, plopping the hat down and covering Siri’s eyes.

The voice that sounded in her head caught her off guard.

“Sirina Black eh? I haven’t had a Black in years.”

“I hope the bar hasn’t been set too high.”

The hat chuckled like an asshole, as if it was the exact opposite. “Oh, there’s a bar alright. But is it the right one for you?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because it would lead you to Slytherin. Are you Slytherin material? Cunning, yes. You’re a clever little witch behind that humorous mask you wear. Oh, but bravery comes to you naturally as well. Running to go find Potter like that, abandoning your mission when you saw those Deatheaters attacking? And without a second thought. . .Incredibly loyal too. . .helping that Uncle of yours even though you’ve never met him. Too trusting, perhaps.”

“My father trusted him. I didn’t make the wrong decision.”

“I didn’t say you did.”

“You have a demeaning tone I don’t appreciate. You may be able to get inside my mind but that doesn’t mean you know everything. Sirius is a good man, and if my father trusted him then he deserves my trust too.”

“Loyal to a fault,” the hat hummed. “Not ambitious, or resourceful. . .even if cunning. . .and knowledgeable yes, incredibly intelligent, and yet you lack wisdom.”

She scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Flattery will get you nowhere,” she responded sarcastically. “If I could put you in a house it would be Ravenclaw, maybe someone there would be smart enough to teach you manners.”

The hat barked a loud laugh, the sound echoing in the halls. “Oh yes, I know just where to put you. HUFFLEPUFF!”

“Scream in my ear, please. First insult me, then scream in my ear. I’ll make an apron out of you yet,” she promised as Professor McGonagall removed the hat from her head.

Cheers had erupted the second the house was called, an entire table of students rising up with thunderous applause and screams.

It made Siri want to go in the exact opposite direction.

Until she heard her name being called. As she walked to the table, she saw who it was and smiled wide, waving back to Harry who had stood up from his own table and cheered her on just as loudly. At his lead, others she recognized stood too. The Weasleys! Fred and George were here, hollering madly.

“What’re you doing here Black?!”

“Thought you lived in the states!” The other finished.

“I got lost! Faking it till I make it!”

“Bloody brilliant!”

Siri laughed at them, relaxing as she sat down on the long table. She received several pats on the back and warm welcomes, but the warmest one she got was the surprise of who sat down next to her, having left his previous spot.

“Siri, what’re you doing here?!” Cedric asked her, pulling her into a hug.

She faltered, hesitating to hug him back, getting a whiff of cologne and melting a little. He pulled away too quickly, stormy gaze captivating.

“I uh, I got lost.” The world quieted down as the next student was called. “Ended up in London, figured I’d stop by Hogwarts and see what’s so great about it.”

He gave her a look, personality unfairly radiating. “If you wanted to see me again you could’ve just asked. I never got to say goodbye after the World Cup. I was worried about you.”

Her cheeks went warm and she let out an awkward laugh. She pulled at her collar, which was buttoned up high to hide the scar that now danced across her neck. “Well uh, sorry about that. Things got a bit chaotic. Mandy and I got split up and I had to find her. Then we left as soon as possible.”

“I’m glad you’re okay. . .I was worried about you. I looked at the newspapers for any information about casualties. . .I never saw your name but that front picture. . .the girl looked exactly like you. . .exactly.”

“It was a blurry picture.”

“Are you okay Siri?”

Her jaw tightened up, and water lined her eyes. If there was anything she hated most in the world it was that damn question. The second that question was asked she caved, and she couldn’t do that right now.

So she answered him softly, delicately. “I don’t want to talk about it. Please, just, just tell me about your summer. Pretend it never even happened.”

And Cedric, whose face dropped with more concern and worry at the realization, put on a mask so real it reflected the one she wore everyday. It was deceitful enough to belong in Slytherin, and she worked to forget about the sour dip in conversation as he did exactly as asked, and distracted her.

Sleeping so much on the train kinda screwed her over. She got changed for bed, she sprayed lavender on the pillow to create an environment conducive to sleep. She stayed awake.

Siri didn’t last long (4 hours) before she lost it. She got up, tied her robe tight around her waist, and snatched her skateboard. She slipped out of her shared room, passed through the tunnels that lead to the common room, and exited out of the painting that lead to their dorms.

From there it was a quick silencing charm on her skateboard, and then she was moving.

Her wavy hair fanned back at her breeze and she kicked off for more speed. She drifted off into a space of non-existence. She was physically present but entirely checked out. Her body moved as it pleased, taking her all around the first floor. She found it was easy to get lost in this place. Everything looked the same while being slightly different. Sure the pictures were all unique, but there were so many pictures the second she saw a new one, she wondered if she saw it three hallways ago. Then she questioned if she was going in a circle.

A cool breeze filtered in and brought a chill down her spine, but she didn’t process it. She just kept going, trying to keep herself busy for the long night ahead.

She wasn’t expecting to see the Deatheater.

Siri fell off her skateboard, not even registering it as it rolled off into a wall, crashing silently. Her butt and hands hurt but that pain was dull compared to the sharp shock of the man in black with the silver mask covering his face.

Her lips parted; eyes wide.

The man drew his wand back and snapped it down with a cry. “Sectumsempra!”

Her skin tore apart, and her quivering hand raised, pouring out blood as she pressed it into her bloody neck. Feeling the severed skin beneath. The crimson tide drenched her nightgown, her robe. . .

She choked on her blood and awoke with a silent panic.

Siri shot up in bed, sweating, too hot and constricted by the blankets lightly on her. She kicked them off as she scurried out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, running ice cold water and scrubbing her face to eradicate her need for sleep. Looking in the mirror, face dripping with water, she saw how kind the sleepless nights had been to her.

Deep purple and red bags under her eyes, a faint stain on her eyelids. The whites of her eyes didn’t even have the energy to remain white. Her skin seemed pale, her hair lifeless.

It was 3 in the morning. Her allotted amount of sleep for the night had been maxed out.

Siri got ready for the day and found a way to busy herself.

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Chapter 31

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 in a familiar hospital wing. I couldn't move either. I felt horrible.

"Elizabeth?" A hoarse voice asked from my bedside table. I blinked and turned my head and saw that Dad was sitting in a chair by my bed. His face was pale except for red blotches around his eyes and I realized he'd been crying. "How- how d'you feel?"

"I. . . I can't move." I said. I couldn't even feel my body from the waist down. Couldn't even move a toe.

"You. . . Bellatrix broke your back." Dad said, his voice still hoarse. "Madam Pomfrey said she may have a treatment to. . . to. . ."

"I'm paralyzed?" I asked, fear flooding through me.

Dad just looked down at me sadly. I closed my eyes together tightly, tears trickling down my cheeks and moved my hands- just to prove I could use them- to wipe them away. "I'm so sorry Elizabeth. If I'd-"

I shook my head. "Not your fault. It was mine." I said thickly.

Dad put a hand on my head. I looked around the hospital wing. Trang was laying in a bed, her eyes closed, looking peaceful. Ron was laying on a bed, his arm at a weird angle. Hermione, Luna, Ginny, Neville, Ernie, and Susan were all laying in beds for that matter and all of them but Ginny were asleep.

Madam Pomfrey was walking around to each of us, working on healing us.

"Drink this Miss Kane." She said in a shaky voice, handing me a glass full of blue liquid. "Professor Lupin. . . you'll have to support her head since she can't sit up properly yet. . ."

I couldn't sit up! My hands were shaky as I took the cup. Dad put his arm around me, supporting me so that I could drink the entire glass of whatever the potion was. There was a tingling feeling through my waist and legs. It felt like pins and needles and I whimpered in pain.

"It's going to hurt." Madam Pomfrey said sadly. "but you should be back to normal in. . . in a couple of days." I noticed she didn't sound very confident about it.

I leaned my head on Dad's shoulder, more tears leaking out. "Sirius is dead isn't he." I stated.

"Yes. . . he's gone." Dad said choking up again. Sirius had been his friend too.

I burst into tears again and pressed my face into dad's chest. "It's all my fault! I went! I went to get Trang! It's all my fault!"

"Shh. . ." Dad said, rubbing my back soothingly. "It's not your fault Elizabeth. You warned all of us, we just failed."

I didn't say anything else and just continued to sob into his chest. Sirius was gone. Sirius was gone. Sirius, the puppy who had taken me from my burning house when I was one. Sirius, the one who put me on dad's doorstep. Sirius, the one who had walked in the forest with me. Sirius, the one who my parents had trusted with their lives, with their biggest secret. Sirius. . .

"You did everything right." Dad was saying, sounding like he might be crying too. "You told Sirius not to let Kreacher out of the house. You told everyone that Sirius was going to die by Bellatrix's hands. We didn't listen. Sirius didn't listen, I didn't listen, no one listened to you. It's our fault Elizabeth."

I wiped away my tears and asked, "Where's Harry?"

"Dumbledore's office." Dad said wiping his face.

"I'm. . . I'm losing everyone." I said, tears flooding again and I blinked. "My parents. . . my godfather. . . oh god I'm going to lose you too aren't I?" I burst into hysterical tears again, slumping against his shoulder since I couldn't bend over.

"I'm not going to die Elizabeth." Dad said fiercely. "I'm always going to be here."

"That's what Sirius said! That's what Cedric said!" I sobbed. "I kept telling him I thought I was going to lose him and he kept saying he was going to live!"

"Elizabeth, I'm going to listen to you from now on." Dad said, sounding angry. "I'm not going to leave you."

"Are. . . is everyone going to be fine?" I asked, choking on my tears and coughed. Dad quickly lifted me higher up onto his shoulder.

"Yes." He said. "Tonks is going to be in St. Mungo's for a bit but no one will have long-term effects once they heal."

"Except me." I said softly.

"We don't know that." Dad said quickly.

"How's Trang?" I asked.

"Angry with herself." Dad said softly. "She blames herself for Sirius' death."

"Why'd she come back to Britain?" I asked dully. "I told her to stay in America."

"From the way she describe it and some of the suspicious people she described on the plane, it sounds like Voldemort sent Death Eaters after her. Of course, instead of kidnapping her, she simply acted like she was coming back to Britain like she does every year."

"So the imperius curse?" I asked.

"Yes." Dad said. "She blames herself for not throwing the spell off."

"It's not her fault." I said. I gritted my teeth as the pins and needles feeling grew even worse.

"Lay back down." Dad said, gently lowering me back onto the pillows like I had a choice.

"Dad. . . if. . . if I don't. . . if I don't return back to normal. . . if I can't walk or. . . or play Quidditch anymore. . . then. . . then. . . I'll move out so that. . . so that you don't have. . . have to take care of me. . . I won't be. . . be a burden." I said through my tears.

Dad shook his head, looking pained. "Nonsense Elizabeth. You're my daughter and I don't care if your paralyzed forever, I'm going to be here to take care of you. I promise."

He kissed my forehead and I felt a calming feeling shoot through me and I sighed. "I loved him dad. . ." I murmured incoherently as I drifted off to sleep.

"I did too sweetheart, I did too." Dad said.

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𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 up for a second time, dad had fallen asleep, his face smushed against my leg he'd been using as a pillow. Ernie, Luna, and Susan had been discharged from the hospital wing. Ron, Hermione, and Neville were still sleeping. Ginny and Trang were talking.

". . . your fault Trang." Ginny was saying gently. "Not many wizards or witches can throw off the Imperious curse. And how were you to know that Sirius was going to. . . to pass away?"

"I should've done something!" Trang said in a tortured voice. "Do you think Elizabeth's going to hate me?"

"Of course not." Ginny said softly. "You two have been friends forever. She's not going to blame you for anything that not your fault. If anything, she'll probably blame his death on herself. She's like that."

"Yes." Trang said softly, her voice cracking. "Yes, that is how she is."

"I don't blame you." I said softly. I still couldn't sit up though the pins and needles feeling had gone away.

"You're awake!" Trang shouted in fear and anxiety.

"Don't worry." I said, smiling slightly. "I only heard the last bit."

"How are you?" Ginny asked quietly. "Physically, I mean."

"Well, according to dad, I'm paralyzed from the waist down so that's just lovely." I put an extra amount of sarcasm on the last word and Trang gave a shaky laugh.

"Good." Ginny said lightly. "Now Gryffindor can win the Quidditch Cup next year."

I gave a shaky laugh and then hiccupped and said, "Yeah, I suppose so."

"Don't worry Eliza." Ginny said, sounding more sincere. "Madam Pomfrey will sort you out. I mean, it's got to be an easier fix than what Ron and Hermione are going through since Madam Pomfrey doesn't know what happened to them."

"Do you know what happened?" I asked curiously.

"From what I've gathered. . ." Ginny said slowly. "When Bellatrix was er- torturing you- Kingsley and Dumbledore stopped her of course, and Professor Lupin was there in a flash too. But it seemed when Kingsley jerked her arm, it jerked your body. Madam Pomfrey said that some sort of nerve ruptured in your stomach and the force seemed to break your back. I guess Bellatrix was more worried about hurting you than her own life. Of course, she threw Kingsley off and ran for it and Harry went after her. Dumbledore went after Harry and we haven't seen anyone except Lupin since, but he's been sleeping."

I glanced awkwardly over at dad whose mouth was slack and snoring softly. I smiled fondly.

"I guess things could've been worse." I said dully. I looked up at the ceiling because that was the most comfortable position to be in. "What about your parents Trang?"

Trang hesitated and said, "Well when I left the house, I told them I was going out. They weren't pleased about that but they figured I was going to your house. . . I think. . . and then I haven't seen them since."

"I wonder what they'll think." I muttered.

"Before, I might've thought they'd call the police and report me missing but if they're a witch and a wizard and they believe Voldemort's back. . . well I don't know what they did." I heard Trang say and there was the sounds of someone flopping over onto a different side on their bed.

Then, the hospital wing door opened and I turned my head to see Severus standing there. "Oh blimey." I muttered. But I knew he couldn't say anything because Ginny and Trang were awake.

But he'd drawn up the privacy curtains around me and was glowering down at me, seething. I looked away as he sat down in a wooden chair by dad. Dad didn't move.

"Are you insane?" He growled through his teeth.

"He had Trang. . ." I said softly. "And I'm alive so-"

"Don't you dare say that no harms been done!" He whisper shouted.

I stared at him, hurt. "It's not like I haven't paid for my decision." I snapped, defensive. "Sirius is dead- I'm sure you're happy about that!" Tears came into my eyes and I turned my head away from him. I immediately shook my head, ashamed at myself, "I- I didn't mean that. . ."

With gentle hands, he pulled my face back around so that I was facing him. "I know you didn't. I'm not happy about that!" He said in a much more gentle voice. "Do you think I like seeing you hurt? Physically or mentally? You think I'm happy that you're in so much pain over Sirius's death? Do you think I'm happy about you being paralyzed? Do you realize that you could be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life?"

"Yes!" I nearly shouted at him. "I haven't really had much else to think about other than knowing I'll never be able to fly on a broom again or that I'll have to be pushed around in a wheelchair and. . . and. . ." I hesitated and then burst into tears and said, "and I'll never be able to have children either!"

Severus was suddenly smiling and wiped my tears away and then whispered so softly into my ear that if dad was listening, wouldn't have been able to hear and said, "You don't think I'd stop making love with you if you were paralyzed, do you?"

I stared at him in a bit of shock and he actually laughed softly and said, "We're still going to have children. . . of course we are."

"You- you'll still stay with me?" I asked.

"Of course I will." He said scornfully. "I never asked you to marry me because you were perfect in the first place anyways."

"She is perfect." Dad mumbled sleepily. "So shut up."

"Besides." Severus continued softly as though Dad had never spoken. "I love you and just cause you won't be able to move your legs doesn't mean that I won't be able to move your-"

"Get out!" Dad said his eyes still closed, pointing to the doorway and I giggled.

Severus grinned and said, "That's all I wanted was a little laugh." He bent down and kissed me on my lips and said, "Come and see me when you get better, okay? I love you."

"I love you too." I whispered and the privacy curtains were lowered. Dad had his head resting on his fists and glared at Severus until he left the hospital wing. Ginny and Trang were talking heartily about Muggle sports.

Dad and I exchanged a look and then Dad got up and helped me sit up, propping my back against the headboard. "Is that alright?"

"Yes." I said. "Thank you dad."

"I'm going to go and see how Tonks is." Dad said, kissing my forehead and grabbing his travelers cloak. "I'll pick up news from Kingsley and Mad-Eye too."

I kissed his cheek and hugged him and thought about how lucky I was that I was able to do that much. I was starting to look at the simple things in life, realizing just how much I had taken for granted. Skipping, running, climbing trees, flying.

I watched dad leave and then joined Trang and Ginny's conversation enthusiastically, helping Ginny put down Muggle sports.

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