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The Runaways

Sirius had had quite the adventure; his description of the events made my heart simultaneously stop then speed up to the point of acute pain. Just as I had seen, Pettigrew bad gotten away. Tho the fact infuriated Sirius, there was an overwhelming joy that painted every sentence he spoke. He suddenly seemed youthful, exuberant, albeit furious and anxious. He was a wanted man. A fugitive. Again. All we had hoped for, tho not lost, was indefinitely delayed. As upsetting as that fact was, Sirius couldn’t get over his godson. “And, you’ll never believe this, Gilda, HIS PATRONUS TAKES ON THE FORM JAMES USED TO TAKE WHEN HE’D TRANSFORM!” He gestured wildly, which wasn’t the wisest choice, since we were legions above the ground on back of a winged creature with no restraints holding us on. “Yes, yes, that’s incredible, Sirius, but please… could you hold on?” I chuckled nervously. I had no idea where it was we were headed to. All I knew was wedding been flying for the better part of two days, stopping only to sleep under the cover of trees and to steal food from muggles villages along the way. The layout of Britain was much different than anything I was used to. It made for a quiet, lonely travel; basically, everything a wanted man and his lover could ask for. We travelled further and further south. There came a point where the weather was warming to the point that Sirius asked me to shave the dreaded mess on his head off. “Too hot,” he muttered, catching dreads as I casted them off. Holding up a broken piece of glass for him to catch his reflection, his lower lip jutted out as he nodded his head in approval. “How good are you at transfiguration?” Waves crossed upon the sand; the sound of the rushing water dragging the grains of sand woke me so gently, I wasn’t quite sure if I were still dreaming. Shaking the sleep from my Eyes, I glanced around me. It was still an unfamiliar sensation, living care free and as new ppl on the uninhabitable side of the island. Buckbeak, who we now referred to as Witherwings, snored gently the left of me. Sirius wasn’t within sight, but it didn’t worry me. This was the end of our first month on the island, and we had fallen in love with our life here. We had stopped in several towns in or way down, where Sirius had found a wand in front of a Wizarding pub. Tho it knew Sirius wasn’t it’s master, it none the less did the simple commands he asked it; it had built us a shack and dropped coconuts from trees so that we could drink and use the flakes for seasoning. I, personally, prepared our meals and made sure our disguises stayed true to form. My once flowing, elbow length hair had been chopped to just below my chin. Everyday, I turned it various shades of blonde, red, black or brunette. Sirius had had his cut to the scalp; in no time flat, it had grown out to almost exactly the same length as mine, which tickled him pink. I made sure his changed hue daily as well. Stretching, I got up and went to the side of the Shack, where a make shift shower stood. Collected rain water hung in a sack, awaiting to cleanse us. This was my favorite part of the island; bathing. Soap bars I made from a charm my mother taught me that I perfected on my days on the road. When I stepped out of the shower, allowing the ocean breeze to caress my naked skin, cooling on the places that water turned to dew. The salt tickled my nostrils and I held onto the moment as tightly as I could, tucking it into the recesses of my heart. I knew all too well how short the good times last and it had become habit to hide whatever little joy I’d experienced inside my spirit to recall when times got tough, as they surely would. Amongst these thoughts, I kept the first time I felt Sirius’s lips on my own…. As if by cue, a pair of arms wrapped around me, blocking the cooling wind from its gentle tickle. “Where’d you go?” I asked, kissing his forearm and knowing the answer; regardless, the sound of his voice felt as velvet around my mind and I liked how it sounded. “Wrote Harry; found a bird to send him. Not a big deal,” he muttered it all into my shoulder blades. Sirius looked forward to seeing the snowy white owl. Harry had gone back to his aunt and uncles and hated it; according to him, the fact that his godfather was still a believed serial killer worked to his benefit. They had begun to treat him with a certain level of apathy, which was a vast improvement. “You sent him the cake I made?” I again mouthed into his forearm. I felt a smile upon my back and felt his chin rub up and down, in the affirmative. “He’ll enjoy that!” I turned, taking Sirius’s face into my hands. I held him tightly, afraid that if I loosened my grip, I’d lose him for good. Sirius grabbed my hands with his own and we stood. “I don’t know how I’d do this without you,” he finally broke the silence. I needn’t respond, for I’d told him time and again that where ever he went, I’d follow, so long as it would help and not hinder. Instead, I kissed him lightly. Suddenly, my vision became tunneled and I started Seeing. “We will be headed back to Britain soon enough.” My voice was a croak. I heard it and felt it but it wasn’t thru my own cognizance that it came forth. Visions of snakes and a maze and Harry Potter, that poor harry potter and….. “Lupin!” I gasped.

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Something Sirius This Way Comes

Uncle Harvey broke rank among his motley crew. "Is Iris alright?" Trembling, I shook my head. Reaching into the pocket of my robe, I pulled the crumpled up letter explaining the situation. Uncle Harvey took it from my quivering grip. Speed reading, his eyes fluttered across the page in a timely fashion. "Well leave tonight," he turned back to his companions. The three of them communicated telepathically, for nothing was said but everything was understand. The main in the center seat raised his arms and the other got up, joining my uncle. "Send for Morticia and Perry," he told a hooded figure hidden in the shadows. A movement came from out of my peripherals and I heard the frizzy haired witch speak up, "of course sirs." Surprised by the weight suddenly encompassing my wrist, her fingers tightened around it. "I'm to lead you to your quarters," she whispered. Nodding, I hid the irritation I felt that two conversations had gone on simultaneously that only 4 ppl could hear. "You know," the witch wheezed, " you, too, could join the rankings or accomolish2d Legilimens...." I let the sentence hang. I'd given it thought at one point; the fact that my brain already worked on a level that I wasn't totally comfortable with wad enough for me; if I were being honest. We turned and left the room. I felt no need to join my uncle and his greasy old flaggies on their journey. My mother sent for me to present her case before the anarchist council and I had done just that.. it was just like when I was a child and she'd bring me to her statute of Secrecy meetings to plead her case for her. Iris was never my mother; I was her glorified baby sitter. The distance suited as just fine, always had. If she had ever needed me, she'd write to Salem boarding school and excuse me for weeks at a time. Just as my stream of thoughts gave up, we were in front of a door. "You're chambers, madame," the witch curtsied and I nodded back. My lot her may have feared theses goons but I knew them to be my equals; we were all capable of magic and whether or not anybody wanted to admit it, they all wanted to sleep with iris so staying in my good graces was key. "Night," I muttered, eager to go to my locket. I couldn't shake the vision I'd had of Sirius being cornered by dementors. I barely risked thinking it, but it gnawed at the back of my mind incessantly. Flopping on the bed, I pulled the locket out. Tapping the glass, I whispered his name, my breath fogging it over. Nothing. I muttered it a couple times more. If I strained, I swore I heard several voices. Unable to shake the anxiety from the pit of my stomach, I go figured there was othing I could do to force him to answer... clearly, a situation had come to fruition. Wracked with nerves, I pulled my draught of sleep from the knapsack I carried with me and took a drop. Not enough to put me out for the night but enough to take the edge off. Just as I had started drifting, I heard a voice from the cool metal in my hand. "Gilda," I heard, " Gilda!" Startled but drowsy, I flipped it open. "Gilda, finally!" Sirius's grey eye peered out from the glass in my palm. "What's going," I said groggy, rubbing the drought from my eyes. "Where are you?" He shouted. There was what sounded like the whooshing of air in the background, as though he were sitting beside a massive fan amir an airplane engine. "California," I managed back, completely thrown off by the sound. "Thank God!" He yelled. There was an excitement to his voice that had been lacking for the time I'd known him. Back in his youth I'm sure it was a familiar tone; to me, it worked as an aphrodisiac but also a stimulant. Awake, I looked at him hard, asking "What the fuck is going on?" The exuberance in his voice painted every word with a note of glee that was infectious. "I'll tell you when I get there! Be ready!" And just like that, the locket necame silent. Completely alert, I got up from the bed and went to the window, foolishly, like a child, and waited. It was a stance I knew well, seeing as how I spent my entire chodmhood in it. Waiting, always waiting. Waiting for my father to come back after the argument he had with mom, just like he always did.. waiting.. still waiting. Waiting for my mom to come get me for Christmas vacation.. then spring break.. then summer.. waiting, always waiting. Neither came. That's why I got good at apparating. I had learned long ago you never fucking wait.. and yet, there I stood. I watched out the window, telling myself the whole time I was a fucking moron. I watched the night grow darker; I watched as the trees blended in with the surrounding shadows; I watched as they returned and I saw the pink begin to tickle the sky, the purple blending and finally, the whispers of the rays of sun. I watched as life began to stir and I watched as the sun became more and more prominent just on the horizon. A familiar, sinking feeling entered my stomach; as dreary as it was, it felt like home. I knew the bitter taste of disappointment. It was the one stable thing in my life. Just as I swallowed the lump in my throat and ignored the tears threatening to crest, there, in the distance, something came into my line of vision. Just a speck, I thought little of it it initially. Gradually tho it became more and more pronounced til I couldn't ignore it even if I could. My heart, which moments earlier had been shrouded in defeat, quickened ever so slightly. It took an eternity or maybe less than a breathe but eventually the speck became pronounced to the point that tho I had no idea what it was exactly, I could start to hope.. Finally, I could make out a figure, but it was a figure I had only read about in my classes on magical beasts. The wings were magnificent and the closer it got the more impressive the size truly became. Grabbing my knapsack tighter, an emotion welled up in me that I couldn't ignore and couldn't place. All I knee was my whole life I'd waited for somebody to show up and finally, here he was. Maybe at that moment I became aware that I'd been waiting on Sirius Black my entire life.

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Mind readers, Soothsayers, and a Rabbit Mask

The gruff hands lifted me off the ground and placed me firmly on my feet. I brushed the wet grass from my robe, and heard the building of voices from around the group. A buzz was building; apparently, Harvey and Iris were a well know pair of siblings among this fraction. A form stepped forward from the darkness, and hooded witch, no taller than five feet, stood before me. Her face was hidden by her mask; her mass of frizzled gray curls forced their way from beneath it, daring her to contain them. "Come, child," she croaked, her wrinkled hand beckoning mine to grip it. "We've got a ball to prepare for." I walked the length of the grass til my feet met a cobbled way. Once there, a light could be seen from a gated entrance. It shone down on a fountain that was strangely refraining from producing water; strange, given that it was the beginning of June. "Symbolic," the witch croaked. "You're a Legilimence," I stated. I felt her amusement from beneath her cloak. "And you're coming into a gift of your own," she chuckled. It felt as tho ice had been poured down my spine. It trickled to the top of my tailbone. Panicked, I tried to clear my thoughts but she whispered, "a soothsayer does not lead an easy life; for tho nothing is certain, we sure have a way of acting out of character enough to be considered 'predictable', wouldn't you say?" Unwilling to respond, I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. "It's no use, Gilda," the old lady continued, "I see your fear. And you know the inevitable. The soothsayers curse; the truth is a terrible burden. That's why so many choose to be blinded..." She trailed off. My curiosity piqued, I turned to her tiny form. "Blinded?" I asked. She kept walking, head forward, hand leading mine. "You'd never do it; you walk too much in the truth to be Blinded." Confused, I let the conversation hang. I'd been plagued with a nightmare as of late, one that didn't have to do with my mother. It was part of the reason I had given Sirius the locket; I knew his plan wasn't going to pan out the way he was hoping, but I didn't have the heart to tell him. If I saw him in immediate danger, I'd have said something, but all I saw was the rat taking leave and Sirius wrestling ..... a guilt overwhelmed me. "You didn't stop him because he wouldn't have listened anyways. One of the reasons why you love him; he does as he will.." her croak entered my thoughts. Irritated, I snapped, "can ya please stay the fuck outta my head?" Finding humor in this, the old lady laughed. "Spoken like a true Morrison!" Finally, we had made it to the mansion. Huge would be an understatement. The bricks were trimmed in gold; extravagance oozed from every atom that made up the building before us. "Here," the witch pulled out a wand and tapped the door thrice. Opening before us, she literally the tip of her wand. Following suit, I muttered "Lumos," and followed behind her. Our foot steps echoed in the empty hallways. We walked for what felt like ages, tho I knew it couldn't have been more than several minutes. Turning, she led me into a room that was lit dimly by a candlestick. "Choose," she waved her hand amongst a wall of masks. Antlers, snouts, feathers, sequins; of you could imagine it, it was there. I'd grown up around these events to know that they dealt in Secrecy and ritual. Leaning forward, I grabbed the mask with the face of a rabbit, taking the ribbons and timing them behind my head. My vision dwindled down to the two holes on front of my.eyes. I turned to face the wizened witch. "Lovely," she managed. Turning on her heel, she summoned a lit candle and held it in front of her. "Drop your wand, deary; this is where it gets fun." Knowing better than to argue with custom, I extinguished the light from the tip and followed silently behind. The further we walked, the louder the chanting became. My heart started synchronizing with it and I felt it jump to somewhere up in my throat. It brought back memories of being a child, following my mother into the chambers, where the old men would Leer and the women would dance and the snakes would speak to the chosen few. I didn't need the hag reading my thoughts; instead, I began to think of my mother, of the cage she no doubt had found herself in. I was doing this for her and I needed to stay strong; I needed to get back to Sirius. Just as I thought it, we stopped outside the door. The chanting intensified and I felt the energy of the magic going on beyond the doors. "Enter," Came an ominous voice; doing as commanded, we followed it, doors bowing before us. The chanting became all consuming. The only light came from the flickering flames of the candles held by the group of wizards send witches that lined the walls. Black and white checkered tiles guided our feet to the Three men lounging in thrones before us on an elevated stage. A woman wearing nothing but a gigantic, loving snake, stood before us. "State your business!" Boomed the foreboding voice, echoing a.onsgt the walls of the chamber. The witch let go of my hand. It was me, on my own, before the men behind the free masons. Tho it wasn't my.first time I couldn't the loaf but feel.the same intimidation I had felt as a child when my mother would bring me before them. "Gilda Morrison," I started, surprised by the strength in my.voice. "I've come because I received a letter from my mother, Iris. I'm to present her situation before the elders and ask Uncle Harvey for help." An aubudle gasp interrupted the chants. The buzzing died instantly and the man in the left throne leaned forward, took his hood off and thundered, "My Gilda?" It was my Uncle Harvey.

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Quickies and Rough Landings

It wasn’t easy for to go; slowly, dreadfully, and without magic, I packed my bag. The infiltration of the free masons was the least of my concerns; this whole ordeal couldn’t have came at a more inopportune time. Sirius was going to nail Pettigrew to a wall any day here and it wasn’t an occasion I had wanted to miss. Sirius knew this and he made the entire dilemma clear cut and easy for me to accept. “Your mother needs you, Gilda,” he’d start. “Well have our lockets and you know how to write me,” he’d always remind me before kissing my forehead. The reassurance did little to settle the swarm of hornets inside my stomach. “Still,” I’d manage to croak, “I feel guilty.. you’re about to do what we’ve been planning for months! My mother is wholly irresponsible and I’m sorry I’m not gonna-” but a kiss interrupted my speech; suddenly, my lips were obscured by his. I felt his fingers lace thru the curls at the back of my head and pull me tighter. Overcome, I gripped the sides of his face, holding his mouth on mine, pressing my lips against his, working my tongue smoothly inside. The hand that wasn’t weaved into my strands found its way to my pants and then, inside. I gasped as he slid a finger inside me; as wet as I was, there was no resistance. My hand firmly grasped his stiffened member; kissing him still, I began to stroke. Unable to contain it any longer, he turned me around and leaned me against the table. Everything inside me yearned to feel him enter; as he pushed himself inside me, I wasn’t disappointed. “Sirius,” I moaned into my arm, using it to block out the moans that escaped. “Don’t forget how I feel inside of you,” he whispered into my ear, before getting back up and thrusting all of himself into me. I had never felt so consumed, so filled, so complete; tho it sounded juvenile to say, he fit like the missing piece of me. Was I whole without him? Who gave a shit in that moment; all I knew was that I never wanted this moment to pass. Until I felt the tension build… everything tingled all at once and I knew that once it released, I’d be in pure bliss. I heard Sirius gasp at the same time I let go and we climaxed together. Catching our breaths, Sirius laughed and turned me back to face him. Kissing me on the lips, he then pulled away and asked “Make the trip any easier? There’s plenty more for when you return.” His joy was palpable and I found myself unable to think of anything except for the rush of emotion I felt towards him and how I couldn’t wait to leave so that I could come back. “Yeah, yeah, Casanova, what a treat,” I giggled and pushed him off. “Pleasure was all mine,” he winked. Picking my suitcase off the table, he handed it to me, asking, “so how is it exactly you plan on getting there?” Remembering suddenly the plan of action, I turned towards my cabinets and duh around for the chipped China cup I kept hidden for such occassions. “Port key,” I motioned my wand at the cup and chanted the spell. Once the cup glistened it’s warning glow, I turned back to face Sirius, a lump forming in my throat. “Be fucking safe, Sirius… please..” I gripped his face in my hands, them still trembling from our quickie. “Always,” he grinned into my palm, kissing it then releasing me to me fate. “And assure me you’ll do the same?” AT that moment, the cup glowed stronger, a final cry to be grabbed. “I love you, Sirius!” I hollered, running towards the cup. I saw his mouth utter the same phrase in response tho the whooshing of the port key made rendered it inaudible. Caught up in a whirlwind of sound and light and motion, a sickness overcame me, one that had little to do with the journey and more so about the destination. When all had stopped, I was thrusted toward the ground. My knees have from beneath me and I felt the dew drenched Grass beneath my face. It was dark and damp, the grass sending up a sweet smell tinged with the earthy scent of the soil beneath it. Inhaling, trying to catch my breath, I could still feel where Sirius’s lips had last been. Our of the darkness and intruding upon my thoughts, I heard the cracks that alerted me that I had company; one after the other, I heard them Apparate and suddenly, a strong pair of hands lifted me roughly from where I lay on the earth. “State your name and business!” A gruff man commanded. Still shook from my landing, I coughed and got out “Gilda! Gilda Morrison! My Uncle is Harvey! Tell him his sister got caught up by the Salem brigade!” An audible gasp echoed the dampened feilds. “Gilda!” A croak woman’s voice interjected. “We’ve been waiting.. come, come! Prudence, darling, grab her a mask; have we got a guest for this evening…”

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American History & Sentimental Sorcery

My hand shook as I held the letter containing my mother’s scribbled writing in my hands. Unable to look up, I felt Sirius’s gaze. For fear of my voice giving out, I remained silent, but played the words out in my head on a continuous loop…. phrases such as “help me”… “Don’t know how it happened”.. “I trusted him!”… “get ahold of your Uncle”…. “free masons ”… Finally, I gathered my thoughts enough to clue Sirius in on the matter at hand. “My mother’s latest… love interest… whatever love potion she was using wore off. She’s so absent-minded, I’m sure she just forgot to dose him! Regardless, he turned her into this witch hunting cult, that for some reason is still in operation?” I rambled, hardly able to catch a breathe. Sirius watched me in earnest, allowing me to get it out. Without pause, I continued with, “just goes to show how backwards America is with their attitudes towards everyone who isn’t white, male, rich and non-maj! It’s infuriating, really… is it really any wonder why their are numerous groups on top of our ministry that are hard at work fighting this?” Glaring at the table, Sirius took my momentary reprieve and spoke up, asking, “Uh.. forgive me, but could you er, expand.. on the purpose of these ‘groups’?” Slightly startled, I realized how little sense I must have been making to a British wizard. “Sorry.. we’re obviously a little fucked up over there,” I mumbled. As I cleared my throat to explain, Sirius magicked the cups and Firewhiskey over to the table; he poured as a glass and I started to explain the idiosyncrasies of the American witch and wizards experience. “Since the Puritans landed in New England, there has been nothing short of outright war between the magical and non magical communities. In the 17th century, they had this terrorizing movement in Salem; the fallout of that has tainted or community ever since. Laws were passed and up until very recently, it was illegal for a witch or wizard to marry a non-maj; and NOT for the pureblood reasons you guys over here go nuts about. It’s just the way we operate over there… In response to the blatant animosity, groups have been formed; benign and … antagonistic..” Sirius was deep in thought as I spoke. Taking a pull from my cup, I swallowed the burning sensation back to my gut and trudged on with my sordid tale: “Now, we have a ministry, as you guys do. They make sure the statute of Secrecy is uphold. We have societies promoting peaceful interaction and then we have the Free masons, who are hell bent on making it known that not only are their magical folks, but we are powerful and, arguably, supreme… they push their agenda thru pop culture, media, music.. really blatantly, in your face type of stuff. My uncle is amongst those assholes and in order to help my mother, I need to.. infiltrate one of their little “get togethers”…“ I grumbled the rest of the sentence away and chugged the rest of my Firewhiskey. Sirius poured another glass full into my cup; he didn’t speak, absorbing all that I threw at him. Finding his voice, he only asked one thing, “when are you going?” Knowing the ramifications of my answer and exactly what it meant for us, I thought before I replied. “Tonight.” He nodded; he knew all along. We both did. Our lives were forking; this impasse seemed daunting. “It’s not forever,” Sirius replied to my thought. “I know,” I smiled; placing my hand into the pockets of my robe, I said, “I have something for you..” removing the locket from my pocket, I placed it in his hand. “I’ve enchanted it so that if you look into the mirror in the locket, you and I can talk…” Sirius snorted out his booze. “You’ve done what now?” He looked at me with a burning perplexity that I contributed to the alcohol. “I uhh.. I charmed the glass to work as a sort of two way radio..” I pulled my chain from beneath my robes and opened it, showing him the mirrored surface. “No, no, I’m well aware of how it works!” He toyed with the locket between his fingers, head nodding absent-mindedly, unable to look away. “I’m shocked; this isn’t the first time I’ve seen this type of magic,” he finally broke contact with the locket and looked me in the face, telling me, “it was the proffered method of communication between my best mate and myself.”

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The New Salem Philanthropic Society

I woke with a start; sweat collected as dew drops across my forehead. Breathing heavily, the images of what I had just awoken from were seared into the forefront of my minds eye. Sirius’s found mine in the dark; fumbling, he worked his way up my wrist, forearm, gripped my shoulder and finally pulled me into his chest. Unable to articulate the imagery, I bawled into his chest, inconsolable. Sirius rocked his body rhythmically, his one arm gripped around me tight while his other stroked the top of my head. Waiting for my cue, he sat in silence, allowing me to gather myself. “Th-there.. there was this, this Uhhhhh, fuck! This uh, cauldron! And a-a-a-and this like, uh, this flash of light SHIT!” Emotionally unstable, the waver in my voice made it hard for me to speak. “Gilda, you’re safe,” Sirius held me closer. He had never seen me like this but he handled incredibly well; his voice, even and kind, emitted a safety I was so lacking in that moment. Finally, after several.minites which crept by at a snails pace, I was able to speak:

“It’s my mother!! The The New Salem Philanthropic Society has her!!” Sirius wasn’t familiar with the way witches and wizards had been treated in America since the 17th century. “So, I’m to believe, that the foundation of your entire history is based on this uh…. Salem event?” “Correct,” I responded. My hand was on my forehead. Perspiration dampened my palm. The fear of what I had witnessed coupled with the need to explain just how u ethically witches were still treated in America was leaving me wrought with anxiety. Unable to stop the trembling in my hands, I folded them together beneath the table. “It’s the goddamn Puritans,” I muttered; my mind seemed clouded, as tho under a fog. America was incredibly uptight as far as the Statutes of Secrecy; legally, a with or wizard was able to wed a non-maj, but it was HIGHLY frowned upon, still. Britain have me my first breathe of fresh air, which ironic seeing as how America was supposedly the homeland of freedom. “Look, I know you have your plan, but shit has gotten.. fishy.. Somethings going in with my mom and I’m scared..” I didn’t know what else to say. Sirius needed to go about his plan, but this 2as a monkey wrench, as far as my involvement went. Finally, after what felt like years of silence, Sirius turned to me and said, “Go. We will always make it back to each other. But your mother? You may never see her again.” Relieved but terrified, I nodded. I knew my course of action; it wasn’t gonna be fun, but it was necessary. I was to head back to the states for a moment; my mom needed me.

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Unbreakable Vows & Moral Dilemmas

Sirius wouldn’t relent from the idea of the two of us making an Unbreakable Vow. Utterly opposed to the idea, I kept none of my opinions to myself. “You realize we need a third party, yeah?” I’d always start, to which Sirius would reply, “So, we’d use the Imperious Curse to get somebody to performing the spell!” It wad then my turn to say, “I don’t even think that’s magically binding!” To which he would say, “a spell cast is a spell cast; if Imperiused spells weren’t ‘binding’, then none of the deaths would’ve killed nor the Crucaitus curses hurt…” Irritated beyond belief at this point, I literally would always come back with, “ IT’S AN UNFORGIVABLE CURSE! And besides, what vow is it that you find so necessary to bind me to?” This would be the point where he’d flash me a 'maybe I’ll tell you, maybe I won’t ’ type of grin, which would infuriate me to the point of silent anger. Today, the script deviated. The smile was still flashed, the head was still tilted at an angle, only his mouth opened and the words, “you really wanna know?” Burst forth. Comoletely blind sided, I nodded. Sirius, with the nod of his head, stood up taller. “Do you, Gilda Willow Morrison, promise your undying loyalty to me, knowing that I, Sirius Orion Black, vow to do that same unto you.” “Easily,” I started; Sirius smirked then cut me off, asking, “Do you, Gilda Willow Morrison, vow to remain where I, Sirius Orion Black, ask you to, only in instances where your life is at stake?” “Well,” I began, “that’s not very fair! I’d never ask that of you knowing full well-” Sirius charged on, his voice growing louder, with, “DO YOU, GILDA WILLOW MORRISON, VOW TO ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT I, SIRIUS ORION BLACK, LOVE AND CHERISH YOU; THAT NO MATTER THE DISTANCE OR THE CIRCUMSTANCES, REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE WHO I’VE DEVOTED TO SPEND MY THE REST OF MY DAYS WITH, KNOWING YOU ARE DOING THE SAME?” The words rang in the air like the vibrations of a chruchbell. Unsure as to where my words went, it took me awhile to ask, “am I to understand… this is basically a dramatic way of proposing to me?” Amused by my response, Sirius barked out a life, nodding. “Basically!” He shrugged. “And what better way than to do it larger than life and illegally, no?” He prodded. Unable to deny the joy that filled his face, I raised my a hands in the air, hollered, “What the fuck, right??” Then ran to him and leapt into his arms. “Gilda Black does have a certain ring to it,” he whispered into me ear. Unable to contain myself, a fit of giggles escaped from me. “Let’s find us a wizard to curse!” I laughed. The search for an unwilling third party began; tho I knew it was unlawful and ethically questionable, I couldn't help but feel it couldn't have been anymore appropriate. Sirius was a fugitive with a rebellious streak ever since he was born and I was an adrenaline junkie who had left the States on a half planned goose chase that had no real purpose other than make me feel alive.. until the adrenaline from that excursion wore off. A marriage thay consisted of an Unbreakable Vow seemed not only fitting but almost necessary once we thought about it. We spent our days walking the back alleys of Hogsmeade, him as a dog and me as myself. This alone was incredibly risky, all things considered; we felt safe in the fact that both times he'd been seen, it was in human form. Nobody except myself knew he was the dog. The bar, Hogs Head, had an incredibly seedy crowd, albeit a very drunken one. One afternoon, a particularly wasted man came tumbling out. As tho I could here bis thoughts, I know that this was it. In the state he was in, his resistances would be low; the thought froze my chest. An icy realization covered the entirety of my heart and I knew that the thought I'd just had was the exact same one a Death Eater had had at one point in time, if not several. Unable to continue, Sirius looked at me with baleful eyes. He understood the moral dilemma I was battling inwardly. With a nod of his head, he turned around, urging me to do the same. We both silently agreed that our main goal was to expose Peter; if we wanted an Unbreakable Vow done, it would be legally and ethically okay. Overwhelmed by the excitement, and coerced by the need to do it RIGHT NOW, all it took was one shared emotion to realize we were in the wrong. Once we got back inside my cabin, Sirius changed back, grabbed me by the hand, and asked me, "What's a couple months compared to the rest of our lives?"

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I Solemnly Swear...

It was the first time he said he loved me. I didn’t know how to respond. An obvious “I love you, too,” back would’ve sufficed. An emotion I found to be too foreign invaded my chest. I wanted to dissolve into; I wanted to lose control and succumb to all that I’d never been allowed to feel… a part of me had been so hollowed by life and circumstances, but this unbridled and surely unfamiliar feeling threatened to overwhelm it all. “Sirius,” I grabbed at his face. “I am falling in love with you.” It was as tho I were drunk, completely intoxicated. Was this what it felt like? To give somebody your heart? To allow them to hold it in the palm of their hand, knowing every goddamn second they could crush it and yet knowing even more so that they won’t? Everything in me (the mess, the past, hell, even the part of me that was Voldemort) knew and loved every part of him; and that was good enough for me. An after wave of intuition suddenly too hold of the edges of my consciousness. Tho not comoletely a dissociative episode, it was along the same vein; the only difference was I could keep control of myself this time. When I spoke, it was of my own free will and accord. “The hippogriff will be met by the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures in June. That’s when you need to strike.” Sirius’s Jaw hit the floor. “You’re taking the Mickey out of me..” I turned, suddenly, completely aware of my surroundings all at once. “No,” I answered smartly. “I meant it. And im going with you.” At this, Sirius shook his head. "No, Gilda, absolutely not." Slightly appalled by the strength of his no, I was determined to press the point. "I want to help," I answered simply. Sirius cracked his knuckles; unable to stand still, he paced the kitchen, his nervousness almost tangible. "Why, Gilda?" I couldn't place the emotion in his voice; he was anything but unsure, so to hear this from him felt unnatural. "Because, Sirius! I'm not gonna sit here, hoping all goes well and you don't get into trouble!" I stood firm. Sirius stopped his pacing, grabbed my wrists and told me as sternly as he could, "this isn't a joke. Things can turn real bad, real quick!" "Then," each word I spat out was enunciated and pointed. "All the more reason for me to help.. bring him to the Shrieking Shack. I'll hide in the shadows, only as a watch out, in case he tries to escape. I'll be as unnoticed as a shadow in the night. Sound okay?" Sirius gave it a full minute to sink in; I knew he was in serious thought. He twiddle with a strand of hair absent-mindedly. Finally, after what took too long, in my humble opinion, he conceded, "fine. BUT only if you promise to remain hidden and run the opposite way if you even THINK you see a dementor!" The look on his face gave no room for humor; again, I'd only ever known Sirius to be reckless, borderline self destructive. For him to take my safety so seriously threw me off slightly.. be that as it may, I felt no need to disrespect him and nodded my head in the affirmative. "Nice try," he started to smirk, his trademark grin trynna make an appearance. "You're gonna have to say it out loud if you want me to believe you.." Slightly perturbed by his sudden fatherly stance, I raised an eyebrow. "My God, why don't you just make me take an Unbreakable Vow?" Lifting an eyebrow of his own, a smile took up the entire half of his face. "Alright then," he quipped. "Let's do it!" "Do what..?" I asked cautiously, tho I already knew the answer. "Let's make an Unbreakable Vow!"

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Love Conquers All

Sirius realized the implications of what he had done. It was hard not to; the dementors had nearly doubled in number and were found wandering the streets and alleys of Hogsmeade at an alarming rate. The atmosphere was wrought with sorrow and devoid of the mundane pleasures we once took for granted. Sirius was edgy; frustrated by how Pettigrew continued to get away, he stewed. “I could fucking feel him, Gilda!” He ranted on more than one occassion. “I know, Sirius, I know.. but.. it’s coming,” I lifted my head slightly. It was the peculiar sensation I’d had several times in my life; I wouldn’t call it a premonition, but it was definitely a string intuition. Sirius notes the change in my demeanor; he walked over to where I stood by the kitchen sink and placed a hand on my shoulder. “You feeling alright?” The pressure of his hand grounded me slightly, but it couldn’t comoletely take away the dissociative haze I was falling into. Automatically, and indeed, in spite of myself, I started speaking. I didn’t know where it came from, but I knew it to be true. “Things are going to change. In a big way. Life as we know it will be turned upside down,” My voice had an added tone, giving it an almost vibrational sound. My heart sped up as I listened; what in the world was going on with me? And yet, I continued, “The traitor will be revealed; his justice will come, later than hoped. As for you, Sirius Black; your name will be cleared, but only after that fact. The truth will be heard, but only few will believe. Cherish what you can while you still have breath.“ As suddenly as it had come on, I felt myself being dragged back into my own consciousness. Stunned, my knees buckled. Quickly, Sirius grabbed me from.beneath my arms and helped lift me back onto my feet. “You didn’t tell me you were a Seer,” he spoke calmly, matter of factly, as though this were an everyday occurence. “I’m not,” I whispered. My throat felt slightly foreign and I still had to vome.to terms with what had just happened. “If you ask me,” started Sirius, “I’d say you just made yourself a little prediction.” Nausea crept up the back of my throat. “That’s the thing! I have no idea where that came from!” I wiped the perspiration from my forehead. “Yeah, that’s usually how it works,” Sirius suppressed the hint of laughter in his voice, just not well enough that I couldn’t hear it. With his hands beneath my arms, he carried me to the bed. “Relax,” he damn near commanded. Unable to, i instead worked on my breathing and trying to figure out exactly what I had said. “What…what do you make of it?” I whispered. Tho I stared at the ceiling, I felt the pressure of his weight on the bed beside me. “Dunno,” he answered truthfully. “Whatever it meant, I don’t live my life out of fear, in case you haven’t noticed.” The bed shifted slightly and I felt the weight of his gaze on the side of my face. Turning my face ever so, my peripherals caught his stare. “What I do know,” he continued; he leaned over, his breathe tickling the side of me cheek. “What’s that?” I asked the ceiling. His lips brushed against my cheek and he mumbled the rest of his sentence against the side of my face; “What i DO know, is that I was never afraid of death before, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. What I DO know, is that I can am laying down next to the person who has given me a newfound bravery. What I DO know, is that when I place my hand on your chest, like this, I feel it pound against my hand; it reminds me of all I have to fight for. What I DO know, is when I’m with you, time no longer matters. It dissolves and what I’m left with is this, this… feeling that, in spite of all the craziness around us, I am, in fact, invincible.” He paused, allowing what he said to sink in, before he pulled his mouth away, turned my chin to face him, placed his forehead against my own and added, “What i DO know, Gilda Willow Morrison, is that in spite of all I’ve been thru, all the bullshit that’s muddied up my life, being in love with you makes it alright. And I’d suffer it all again, a million times over, if only for the promise that I’d be able to love you every single time.”

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Breaking & Entering

Somehow, the cat was able to produce a list of passwords for Sirius. At the kitchen table, Sirius bent over the various words, unable to focus on anything but what lay before him. Knowing already that any argument I could make against it would be dismissed, I asked, “when are you going in?” Relieved by my course of action, Sirius finally broke his gaze. A smile threatened to fix upon his lips; a glint of excitement brightened his eyes in a way that could’ve been perceived as maniacal. I took it for passion. “I’m going tonight,” he stated. Shocked, I held back anything that could be taken as confrontational and responded with silence. Sirius looked back at the list, muttering to himself all the while: “I’ve gotta… may very well be… only chance… can’t even tell.. still..doesn’t just happen..” Walking over to where he sat, I placed my hand on his cheek and my lips on his forehead. “Be fucking safe..” I whispered. It wasn’t easy, watching the minute hand tick as slowly as it possibly could. Anxiety had a hold of my chest and it threatened to suffocating me completely if I wasn’t careful. Each time the minute hand moved, I felt the view grip compress another notch. Nauseated and unable to move, I had nothing to distract myself. An eternity passed before I heard the whoosh of wind from an opened then shut door. Leaping to my feet, I ran to the dark form of Sirius, still as a dog. “Oh thank GOD!” I cried, my arms wrapped around his neck. I felt his fur contract beneath my fingertips. His skin became smooth as I held him. His voice came out as a croak as he whispered, “I’m completely smookered..” Taken a back, I lifted my arms off him. “I’m sorry, you’re WHAT?” I asked, completely baffled. Unable to look at me, Sirius muttered, “Yankee..it means I’m in a load of trouble.”

The fear that had threatened to overwhelm my sense earlier had come back with a vengeance. “Wha-what… I don’t even know what that means, Sirius,” I stuttered. Hearing the debilitating anxiety in my voice, Sirius turned to me, his hand finding my own; once he’d established a tight grip, he looked me in the face and said, “Gilda. It’s fine. I’M FINE. I’m right here, see?” “Yes, I can see you, I’m not blind!” I griped, swatting at him with my free hand. Shaking his head, the corners of his mouth fighting back a smile, he went on to say, “I made it to the dorm. To the very bed he lay in. I was THIS FUCKING CLOSE, Gillyweed!” I knew he only threw in that stupid nick name to lighten the tension that had descended upon us. Chuckling in spite of myself, I finally met his gaze. “What happened then?” I asked. Sirius tilted his head, an unreadable look upon his face; it was as though he were fighting off the need to laugh and cry at the same time. “Wouldn’t you know it, the fucking ginger woke up. Yelled. Shouted. Screamed my bloody name at the top of his lungs…” Sirius trailed off. Shrugging, he finished with, “hey.. made it out tho, didn’t i?”

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Twin Flames & Dementors Kiss

“You know,” I motioned with my wand, charming the dishes in the scrubbed rinse themselves. “My mother had a name for what occurred between us the other night.” Sirius glanced up from the article he had been reading in the Daily Prophet. “What’s that?” He asked, eyes again fixed in whatever it was that had his attention. “She had this theory she told me while growing up..” I paused. Taking note, Sirius looked up again and sighed. “Go on with it then,” he waved his hand as if to hurry me. I grinned and continued with, “she always told me about this uh… philosophy, if you will. She believed that we all came from a Source, right? Created by it, rather… and that every entity was split into two, yeah?” Sirius had stopped reading; he put the paper down and looked over at me from across the kitchen. “So…” he started, pausing a moment to reflect. Hurriedly, I told him, “I know, I know, this is super cheesy and like,” Embarrassed, I felt my face blush and turned away. I heard him move in his seat before saying, “Well, what’s embarrassing is I think I know what you’re talking about.” I turned back to face him; I could feel the incredulity plastered across my face. Noticing , Sirius laughed heartily, “Oi! Don’t look SO surprised! My mate, James, actually, completely arse over elbows for Lily, right? Constantly chatted it up, this Uhhhhh, this theory of his… Funny it’s come bout full circle,” his eyes glossed over and I knew he got caught up in the memories he harbored. Allowing him his moment, I picked at a spot on my robe. His voice shook me from my absent minded tic. “Twin Flames,” he muttered. A smile exploded across my face. Nodding had to do, because I couldn’t find my voice. Picking up on that fact, Sirius smirked and nodded back, saying, “maybe your mum was on to something?” “What are you reading there?” I pointed at the now crumpled Daily Prophet. “This ol’ thing? Funny you ask, actually; I happen to be featured,” he placed it down on the table. “Doesn’t surprise me,” I mumbled; turning to charm the dishes into their proper cupboards space. “Yeah,” he started, “I guess the dementors have been given the order to Kiss me if I’m found.” CRASH. Pieces of plate splayed everywhere across the kitchen. My body froze, but heart raced nearly triple the speed. Blood rushed thru veins and I could feel my heart beat on the side of my temple. Suddenly, I found the ability to control my body; wasting no time, I spun on the spot to face Sirius. My face came out more aggressively than I had intended: “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME?” Cooly, Sirius informed me, “I just did.” “This isn’t a joke!” “Am i laughing?” Flustered, the words refused to come out. Succumbing to the frustration, I let out a guttural utterance. Not even bothered in the least, Sirius crossed his arms and commented matter of factly, “that’s new.” Seeing how I was again rendered speechless, Sirius seized the opportunity to remind me, “I’m not stupid, you know. Nobody besides you knows I can turn. My tracks are covered and this will never be an issue.” Shaking my head, I asked the floor, “and what if it does?” Raising from his seat, he walked over to me and grabbed my chin, lifting it so that our eyes were level. “IF, and I say that loosely; but, IF it ever becomes an issue, you will know. And you are to keep yourself safe. I IMPLORE you to stay. Safe. You hear me?” Sorrow filled my chest. There could be a day I’d lose Sirius. I chose not to think about it. “Wanna run?” Sirius lifted my chin again, grazing his lips upon mine. Despite the well of emotion, I felt myself grin. “Fuck it,” I shrugged. “Let’s meet up with that cat thing.” After our usual travel to the Shack then down the tunnel, we came to the other side only to he greeted by the orange creature. In our animalistic way, he communicated to us how tension between the three friends were at an all time high because of his continuous attacks on Pettigrew. The piece of information Sirius found fascinating was the fact that the portrait he had visited in Halloween had to be replaced. I didn’t know the full details, but I gathered that tho Sirius had made it INTO THE castle that night, he hadn’t in fact made it into the dormitories. News to me, I thought to myself. Sirius glanced over before turning his attention fully to the cat. He implored him to see what he could do about getting him the passwords. More than eager to get Pettigrew out of the picture, the cat obliged. Fearful tho I was, I knew nothing I did or said could stop Sirius; he was a flame and you can’t control flames. Sometimes, all you can do is sit back and admire the beauty they emit and pray you never get burned. I gave Sirius the spade he needed to be free and in return he gave me the love I needed to feel grounded.

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A Union of Souls

The firebolt was shipped off in time for Harry to get it Christmas day. Sirius couldn’t have been happier about thay situation and I know not only was a guilt lifted, but he had fulfilled a moral duty as a godfather. His chipper mood last the entire month of January and into the beginning of February. The 4th was upon us and I hadn’t wanted to make a deal of it; I couldn’t help however, waking up and feeling as tho I had aged overnight. When Sirius transformed back into a man after our run, he stared at me, hardly moving at all. “Somethings different,” he started. Horrified, I felt as tho he could see the difference in me. Tears threatened to pour down. “Oi, don’t lose it on me, Gilda! You know i didn’t mean it.. whatever way you’re taking it..” he mumbled his way outta an explanation. Hurt and dejected, I turned away from him. “It’s my birthday today,” I told the floor. Sirius barked with relief; “is that all? Bloody hell woman, you had me convinced there was something the matter!” I realized then how emotional I felt and articulated it, so as to allow Sirius to understand exactly what the issue at hand was. “Sirius,” I started, pausing for dramatic affect. “I’m old. I’m fucking 24. Almost quarter of a century has gone.” After but a momentary pause, Sirius howled, a laugh I had never heard from him before. “Get off your pity pot, darling!” He continued laughing, an infectious laugh that caught me up in it. “You do realize you’re speaking to the last man on earth who will give you any sympathy?” He continued to roar and I found myself emitting a stream of chuckles. This was all very true; Sirius had spent his 24th birthday in Azkaban. “Forgive me for having moments of vanity!” I shrieked and jumped on him where he sat, feigning an aggressive attack. Sirius grabbed my wrists gently, holding off the attacks, before swooping in for an attack of his own: a kiss, planted solidly on my cheek. It erased all thoughts I’d had stowed in my mind. Again, he pecked at my cheek, and again, landed another kiss. Lowering our arms, I looked him in the eyes; in them, I saw not only my reflection, but an emotion, a powerful and overwhelming affection that threatened to become so much more… seeing myself reflected against the back drop of such an emotion flooded me. A minute voice in the back of my mind asked, “can he see the same in my eyes?” As thought reading my thoughts, Sirius’s mouth formed a half smile; silently, he conveyed just what I wanted to know. Immersed in the emotion of the moment, I leaned forward, my hand, now free, making its way up to his cheek bone. Beneath my palm, I felt the flush of his skin, and I wanted nothing more than for him to feel all that it was that I couldn’t even articulate. His hand found its way to the back of mine; upon contact, he gripped, a grip that spoke volumes in response. Our hands pulled our faces closer, and our lips met. I felt mine part beneath the pressure. Enclosing his bottom lip between the both of mine, I placed my free hand on his besting heart. Mirroring, Sirius brought his hand to my heart and I swore I felt our hearts beat in synchronicity. Passion danced across our mouths. Gently, his tongue found its way upon mine and danced with it in a way that was all together foreign and familiar at the same time. In that moment, it was as though we’d known each other since the beginning; no words needed to pass between us for us to realize we were two flames from the same source. He was home in a world that offered me no shelter; I was family in a world that had robbed him of all companionship. Separate, we’d survive but together, we thrived. His hand continued his way down my body, knowing every curvature and line and angle as tho it were his own. I ran my hand down his stomach, as flat and smooth, down the trail of course hair that led me. Surprisingly gentle, he lifted me slightly, parting my legs ever so slightly as he did. Helping, I held him in my hands and placed him inside of me, where I could feel his presence at my very core. We moved less in away as to elicit excitement, but more as a display of the affection we had garnered for the other. My every rotation of my hips was an unspoken “I love you.” His every thrust whispered “I’ve always loved you..” Every moan I uttered was a disguised “I’ve known you since the beginning of time.” Every kiss on my throat was a response of “And I’ve loved you for just as long”. When he lifted me, still inside me, and led me to the room, his eyes spoke volumes; sentiments that didn’t have words, but could be felt and perhaps were even more concrete than any word could ever have hoped to be. How do i convey exactly what was in his eyes? On a physical level, on this plane of existence, as it is, people hardly have sex for the right reason. Surely, everytime we had ever consummated our relationship before, it had been purely primal, all out of lust, a need.. This… this was something else. Need was there, of course, but it was a need for the other to be aware of just what it was between us… our bodies worked together, as a Symphony. Every glance, every touch, every stroke every sensation adding another layer. His hand traced the angles of my face, til his thumb came to a rest on my lips. Unable to look away, our eyes poured out into the others; an exchanging of essence occurred. I could feel what it was that made Sirius Sirius in my chest. It was as though a part of him had taken up residency in the center of my heart. I could tell by the look in his eyes the same had happened to him; he had closed them for but a moment, as if he processing the implications of what was occurring. When he opened them again, the familiarity was as pronounced as ever. “How much do you know about me?” I whispered aloud. “Enough to know that I still love you,” he responded. And it was at that moment, in unison, that our bodies gave in to the friction; all that had been building and building and building finally released. My gasp was echoed by his moan and together, we became lost in all that had conspired. It started in my womanhood but coursed thru my veins and pulsated thru every fiber of my being. The intensity lasted for what felt an incomprehensibly long period of time; when it had ran it’s course, I wasn’t the same person anymore. The look in Sirius’s eyes when he finally pulled back and looked at me told me he wasn’t either. And we smiled; we held each other by the face and we smiled, for whatever it was we just went thru, we would never be the same, which was fine by us. We never wanted to go back to a world where we didn’t know the other.

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Dumbledore's Visit

After the hub bub of the winter holidays, I’d received an owl with a letter from Dumbledore. He asked if a visit could be arranged. Knowing the content of such a visit, I anxiously agreed. Finally, it was my turn to fall into a morose silence whenever Sirius came by. All that had caused me fear and anxiety in the last few years threatened to reach a boiling point. No matter how I spun it to myself, I felt tainted and unworthy of anything good. That included my newfound interest in Sirius. Subconsciously, perhaps, I became more and more isolative the closer my meeting with Dumbledore drew. Sirius took notice and treated me as I had the days he needed only a silent companion. Work the day of the meeting flew by at an alarming rate. I had barely clocked in before I was closing out for the evening. Instead of apparating home, I chose to walk, drawing out the inevitable as best I could. Still, the door lured directly in front of me, the fire from inside seen from the top step. As I opened the door, Dumbledore sat, majestically amongst all my ordinary, borderline rudimentary acquisitions. Feeling the familiar burn in my cheeks, I blushed in his presence. “D-dumbledore,” I stuttered, Inclining my head in the most awkward of angles. Dumbledore emitted an aura of nothing but kindness, a calming demeanor that put my mind at ease, in spite of all that swarmed amongst it’s darkest of crevices. “Gilda, my dear.. it’s been far too long. For that, I place the blame solely on myself. I sincerely regret if I have made you feel disposed of,” he inclined his head politely at me. “It’s been no problem, really,” I started, walking towards the table. I saw a cup of tea waiting for me in my place. “I hope you don’t find me presumptuous! I felt the timing warranted a little pick me up and took it upon myself to play host,” he smiled joyfully. It was as tho we had been life long friends who were catching up on the days gossip after a hard day at the office. I couldn’t help but feel comforted and indeed, excited for what conversation laid ahead. “Oh, yes, thank you, sir… I remembered you British are very, er- fond of your tea,” I attempted. Dumbledore contained to smile at me, nodding at this with a “It’s true!” Gesture. “Forgive me, again, Gilda, for keeping you in the dark. The magnitude of your confession has not been lost on me; indeed, their have been occurrences at the castle but please do not take that to mean your plight is of any less importance.” I shook my head so as to indicate I felt no such way. “Good then! Now, let me cut straight to the point; being the adults we are, I am well aware that there are social events that call for our respective attentions.” Again, I blushed. Against my better judgements I wondered if Dumbledore were capable of looking into my mind.. if not in the theatrical sense then possibly in the way Sirius and I were able to when we transformed. If that were the case I needed to keep him as far from my thoughts as- “Now, you had mentioned that the nature of your birth was, in fact, to be.. sacrificed, am I not mistaken?” He again inclined his head in my direction. There was a twinkle in his eye and it made me feel that regardless of the intuitions he may have, I was safe to continue on the subject at hand. “Yes sir,” I managed. I attempted a sip at my tea bit felt my hands shake the cup precariously. This was the moment I’d been waiting for since I found out. A life sentence, a condemnation, doomed to live the life of an outcast… “Now, I’ve been working on a theory, one that is still on it’s research phase, and thus is of very little use to anyone apart from myself… I’ve been curious about certain matters for the better part of Voldemort’s years. That being said, if I am correct in my hypothesis, as elementary as it may seem, then I can say with a fair amount of confidence that the purpose with which you were born is to be considered null and void.” It took me a moment to register what it was exactly that he had said. When it had finally clicked, I started, “are… are you telling me…?” Dumbledore raised a hand and finished with, “yes. You free from the life sentence you join doubt felt condemned to. Forgive me for being brash, but to Jon you are rendered totally useless. Which, for you, should be of great news.” Beside myself, I leapt to my feet, a cheer escaping from the part of my heart I never dare allowed myself to dwell in. “THANK YOU THANK YOU!!” I bounced up and down on the balls of my feet. Unaware, I pulled out my wand and sparks ignited from the tip. Amused, Dumbledore watched politely. Nodding with me, he added, “this is a most joyous occasion. Thay being said, you didn’t come to Britain for my in expert analslysis…” he left the question to hang. Mid cheer, I stopped, nodded, then told him, “I needed to.. find myself. Half of me, however terrible that half is, came from here. I figured…” But I couldn’t finish. The truth was, leaving the states had been a reckless decision I’d made to escape the reality of who I felt I was. Sensing this, Dumbledore nodded again. “I hope you feel that, all other circumstances aside, you are welcomed to stay the remainder of says wherever you choose, with whomever you choose, as whomever you choose to be..” his words hung in the air, taking their time to soak into my psyche. Dumbledore knew I was meditating on them and tool the opportunity to stand. “I dare say, don’t be a stranger Gilda; if you ever find Zonkos to not be the challenging outlet you need in your life, I’m more than willing to find you a suitable position inside of Hogswarts,” he smiled jovial ly and I grinned at the thought. “I appreciate that, sir,” I smiled before adding, “and if I can be of any assistance at Anytime! I mean… I’m so, so grateful.. you have no idea…” I trailed off. Not kissing a beat, Dumbledore spoke kindly, “Oh Gilda; I believe I do.” And with that, he left.

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Honor and Lies

Winter saw me as a lynx more than a human. In that mindset, life stopped feeling so heavy. Thoughts and emotions, unwanted or otherwise, weren’t as pertenant when my main focus became chase, hunt, seek, survive. Sirius showed me the lay of the land; in our own way, we knew we not only enjoyed each other’s company over others, we’d secretly hoped that one day, we’d leave the world behind and live out the last of our days, cat and dog, to roam the world … together. Still, tho, life remained and there were matters to attend to. The money I had earned and saved working as a roadie in my late teens was coming close to an end. I needed employment, and I found it in the form of a part time job at Zonkos, the joke shooed in the village. Between midnight runs with Sirius, I woke up, got dressed, and became a productive member of society. The weekends that the Hogswarts kids came to the village were especially lucrative; being the new girl, I was scheduled for every single one. The aisles were cramped, the joke wands went off at an alarming rate and gossip spread faster than the common cold. Talk of Sirius seemed to be the topic of favored on any given weekend. His little escapade into the Gryffindor boys wing was the stuff of legend, and the red headed boy who unknowingly housed Pettigrew was at the center of it all. He and his curly haired friend came thru the shop often; there, he’d be met by the red headed twins, of of whom at flirted with me not that long ago at the Three Broomsticks. I watched one particular interaction between them, they squinted eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of an outline of a rat beneath his robes. None was to be found and indeed I had wished I were able to turn; a lynx mindset would’ve got me further. Unbeknownst to me, the one twin who had taken a liking to me noticed my attention and took advantage of my distracted posture. “You know, if you thought I was bit of a stretch for you, you really ought a know that that walker there is not the type of rubbish you want to get mixed up with,” his elbow landed on the counter in front of me. Shaken from my thoughts, I absent-mindedly fumbled with the exploding quills in front of me. “C-can I help you?” I stuttered. My cheeks blushed and I wanted othing more than to disappear. “I mean, if you’re really asking,” he started, an impish look painted across his jovial face. His brother was just over his shoulder, grinning to high heavens. “Go ahead then, George! Ask her if she’d fancy a romp at the Three Broomsticks!” He egged his brother on. In the background, the Pettigrew boy asked his friend where his brothers went and I heard her respond, “I dare say, making it harder on that poor woman to do her job proper!” George heard and ignored the slight; his brown eyes looked up into mine, his eyebrow raised. “What do you say then?” He gestured. “Look, George,” I started, unable to keep the grin off my face and the laughter from my voice. “You’re cute, I’ll give you that, but I’m old and I’m only about to be older. That, and I don’t think the owners of this place would take very kindly to me taking a Hogswarts student up on the offer to get drinks at the local pub.” When I’d finished, George seemed to be in deep thought. Finally, he concluded, “alright, but how ‘bout this: when I open my own joke shop, you come, work for me, and then you take me up on that offer, oi?” In spite of myself, I laughed at the proposal. “I’m taking that as a yes!” He clapped his hands, grinned and walked backwards from the counter. His twin clapped him on the back and loudly they exited Zonkos. As he left, all that I thought was how nice a Firewhiskey sounded after work. I knew Sirius had an errand til that evening so I figured it’d kill me sometime til he’d pop in. Unusually kind, my manager told me to take a lunch break if I felt it; she’d overstaffed accidently and since I’d been a pleasure to work with, I was to consider it a treat. Unwilling to wait til she changed her mind, I took off the name tag attached to my robe and headed to the Three Broomsticks. I wasn’t planning in getting drunk but what was the harm in a Butterbeer? Crowded as always with the students, I navigated as best I could. In the middle of the pub was a hub bub of commotion; the massive man I knew to live on the edge of the forest by the castle was seated at a large table amongst what looked to be professors and a man I could tell by pictures I’d seen in the paper to be the minister of magic. Anxiety gripped my chest; immediately, my thoughts and heart went into overdrive. Was he here for Sirius? But that was stupid. Of course he was here for Sirius. The entire surrounding are was up in arms. This was nothing new. I immediately recognized the feelings I harbored as guilt and brushed them aside enough to order and find a seat; unfortunately, the only spit opened was near the large group of table. As I sat, I heard names such as Black, Potter, and Pettigrew muttered. Try as they might to hold such conversations inconspicuously, it was hard to avoid overhearing buts and pieces. The tone became hostile when the giant man roared about how close he’d been to Sirius the very day the alleged murder happened. An anger boiled inside of me. How dare they? They knew nothing of the truth! The minister muttered about how strange it was how normal Sirius had seemed when be visited him in the prison and I couldn’t help but snort into my Butterbeer. “You fucking think?” I muttered into the froth at the top. Unable to hold back my anger any longer, I found it wisest to leave… Anger, unbridled and unexplainable anger overtook me. These fucking idiots! They knew NOTHING of what actually happened! That Pettigrew was alive and well! I knew wife I had sat in that booth any longer, I’d have slipped up and said something that would not only get myself into trouble but put Sirius at danger. It was the last thing he needed. After the eavesdropped upon conversation, however, I was able to understand a little more fully exactly what it was that Sirius dealt with. The unspoken emotions felt between us had a greater depth as my understanding for them grew. Motivated, spurred in by this newfound realization, I knew then I had to continue to help Sirius to the best of my ability, whatever that entailed. The rest of my day went past in a bitter haze. I replayed the snippets of what I’d heard over and over again. I rang up several orders incorrectly a I could tell Clarissa regretted deeply allowing me the lunch break. I assumed she’d chalked it up to me having a pint and didn’t say too much about it but I could tell she was all but relieved when it was time for me to clock out. “See you tomorrow,” I muttered, out of habit. The cold had set in just as the sun had set. Snowflakes kicked up as my boots stomped heavily on the drifts. There was a charm I could use to make a path, but it was cathartic watching the mounds of fluff suffer. When I’d made it back to my cabin, I was glad to see a fire burning in the hearth, especially more so when I realized the implications of that discovery. Shaking the snow from the hood of my robe, I took it off and immediately searched the figure. My eyes landed in the darkened figure of the dog beneath my table. “Oh thank k God you’re here,” I started. Sirius stood in the spot where the dog had just laid; he stretched his arms over his head and smiled at the sight of me. “Hard days work?” He asked. I knew he sensed the tension in me. Shaking my head, I told him, “I’ll get to that; as far as your errands, how’d that go?” From his robes, he removed a bag of coins. “The cat helped,” he said simply as he placed the bag in the table. “But I could really use another helping hand. Preferably one attached to the body of a woman.. an attractive one would be an added bonus,” his smirk melted the ice thay had accumulated around my chest and the physical cold that had accompanied me from the walk home. “What’s up?” I smiled back. His eyes squinted and he tilted his head as tho I had just said something in Latin and Jews trying his best to make sense out of it. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your American phrases,” he quipped. “That being said, I’m to assume you mean tho may I be of assistance, and to that I ask would you be able to purchase a firebolt? I’d like to send it to Harry as a Christmas present; seeing as how I’m the reason he no longer has a broom,” the last part he muttered to the top of the table. “Of course, Sirius,” I nodded. I knew what it meant to him, watching Harry fly. He didn’t say it nor did he need to but it brought back nostalgia, a nostalgia that both caused him sorrow but an unbridled joy. James’s loss left it’s mark and it colored everything Sirius did thought or felt. Harry would never replace him, but it I knew it eased the grief even if it were just minutely. “Should be easy enough,” I chirped. “I’ll buy it after work tomorrow.” “Incidently,” Sirius looked at me, a mild suspicion painted across his face. “Why is that you walked home instead of just apparating?” Pausing, I didn’t necessarily want to bring up what I had overheard. Aware that it was going to be brought up eventually, I sighed then launched into the story of what it was that I had heard. Sirius listened, a look a of vague concern casted down at the table. When I had finished, he nodded then stated, “figures. That’s been the story circulating and that’s all that anybody will believe.” “Until we give them evidence to the contrary!” The passion refused to leave my voice. Shaking his head, Sirius said more to the same spot on the table than to me, “I can’t promise that I won’t kill him on sight the minute our paths finally cross..” I didn’t need to be able to feel his thoughts to know that he meant every word of that statement. I sighed to myself and internalized the magnitude of what laid ahead. When Sirius finally came upon Pettigrew, I needed to be there, in one form or the other. The truth needed to be known and Sirius deserved to have a life again. He’d wasted years of it for a crime he hadn’t committed. And it was falling on me to make sure that his honor was upheld.. in spite of him.

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Practice Makes Lynxes

The month dragged and flew by simultaneously. Tediously, I chanted the incantation and kept the same madrake leaf beneath my tongue. Drinking wasn not a small feat. Sirius, meanwhile, did as Sirius did when he wasn’t around; God only knew what exactly that was. I started to notice tho, a stark contrast whenever he’d pip back. The interactions varied in length but they all uniformed in dynamic: Sirius would come in, transform and brood for the better part of an hour. Whatever it was he did on his own time, he could take shake it instantaneously. I never asked him to. I accepted all that he was and that included accepting all that he wasn’t and he offered the same to me. There were times when we didn’t even talk; I let him use my cabin to find answers to whatever plagued his thoughts. Sometimes, no answers were to be found. It was on those occasions I simply fed him and let him be. The time came for us to practice the animagus spell. Being clever, I caught on rather quickly. I can still remember the first time I caught glimpse of the inside of my lynx mind; my vision shifted. Eye level was lower, but everything was so much sharper. The sun magnified every flake of snow that laid strewn across the wooded ground. Every step I took brought them up in other the air and I refused to fight the urge to swat at them. Mid swipe, I noticed the dog appraising me. My whiskers sensed his posture, assessing the threat level. When all seemed well I bounded over. Sirius tilted his head at an angle that clearly asked me what I thought. With the seat of my tail, I informed him that this was unexplainable. His mouth moved so that I knew he was conveying to me an excitement; with that knowledge, I bounded after him in the snow. He ran. My God did he run. But then again, so did i. We left the mountain above Hogsmeade and worked our way down to the shrieking shack. It was just starting to become night. An excitement rushed over me and my eyes brought everything into a sharper focus than I had ever experienced. A primal urge flooded all my senses. I wanted to hunt. An arrogance at being near the top of the pyramid flooded me. Sirius led the way. Once we made it to the shrieking shack, he pushed the door open with his snout. Following his lead, we crept around the falling apart building. Through the house, to the back, we came upon a tunnel. My instincts told me to stay low and behind him. Rocks moved easily beneath my paws. Claws gripped the unsteady ground, removing all fear of slipping. The padding of my paws guarded against the pain of stepping on the sharp twigs and rocks. Excitement and adrenaline kept us moving at am incredibly fast pace. I’d never seen scenery move by so quickly before. When we got to the other end of the tunnel, Sirius pause so as to inform me to wait a moment. A whooshing could be heard above until Sirius made a movement that brought silence. Crawling our after him, my eyes adjusted to the darkened surroundings. We were at the base of a massive Willow tree. In front of us stood a large orange cat that was more than cat, tho I couldn’t put my finger on what he was mixed with. Somehow, we understood that the cat was informing us about the movements of the rat in the castle. Apparently, there had been an altercation between them, in which Peter had managed to flee. Sirius warned him it was for the best seeing as how he had wanted to do the honors. Observing, my instincts told me to watch and take note but make no movement so as to ellicit a response from the large cat. He was wary of me. Sensing this, Sirius made it evident that I was to be trusted. Still on guard Scabbard merely acknowledged that he’d heard. The news of the tussle created an anxiety in Sirius. He was torn; on one hand all he wanted was for Pettigrew to be dead. On the other, he needed Harry safe and to know the entire truth, including the fact that he was- I glared at him, shocked. Was he serious? He saw my bewilderment and confirmed that it was in fact true; he was the boy’s godfather. Emotion flooded from I’m and onto me. It was in that moment that I realized exactly what a burden it was he had to carry. The weight of it travels seemed from his chest to line and suddenly a lead weight sat in my heart. Easier tho it was to process in animal form, it did nothing to lessen it. I did all that I could in that moment; with the step of a paw and the brush of my head beneath his chin, I assured him that I saw him, I knew him; I felt all that he needed me to understand. I knew enough to know that not only did I already love love him, I wanted to continue to. He resisted such a strong declaration, until he sat with it for a moment and realized how strong the sentiment was. At this, he responded with the a wave of gratitude, followed by the knowledge that he never wanted to know a life without me in it. I promised him in that moment that he never would. I had no way of telling just how true that would turn out to be…

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Awkward Afterthoughts

Morning came suddenly; the aches reminded me of the night before. With a start, I sat up in the bed. Sirius was upright. “How long have you been awake?” I asked. He turned to me, a smile played upon his lips. “I hardly sleep,” he replied, his hand on the area of bed between us. I seized it and placed it upon my chest. “Do you regret last night?” I asked out of insecurity. “Hardly,” he responded; he clasped my breast in the palm of his hand. “It’s probably the best thing that’s happened to me since…” he trailed off. I took the opportunity to place my hands on his and lead it further down my body. “Again?” He grinned, a boyish excitement across his features. Every moment I spent with him, the younger and fuller his face appeared. I felt his palm slide it’s way down every inch of me. The closer he got, the wetter I could feel myself getting. My body arched in response to his touch, wanting to be nearer. Finally, his thumb found my clit; nothing prepared me for how wet this simple contact made me. I moaned. “Bloody hell,” he whispered more to himself than anyone. Sirius wasted no time; I could feel his hardness pressed against the outside of my thigh. Completely turned on, I told him, “do what you want to me..” at this, he flipped me so that my knees were on the mattress. Grabbing my thighs, he lifted them so that my ass was in the air. From there, I felt him take his cock and shove all of it in me. “Oh my god,” I shoved a pillow over my mouth and continued to moan. His cock hit the same spot repeatedly, creating a deep tingling that built up and built up until finally, I couldn’t handle it anymore. I let out a gasp and suddenly the inside of my pussy started pulsing then contacting. Feeling this, Sirius allowed himself to come too. “Oh my fucking god,” I panted. He pulled out and laid beside me. “I’ll be damned,” he muttered, eyes closed. Perspiration sat on his forehead like rain on a window pane. “I think I’m elbows over arse for ya,” he laughed. I sat at the table and ran a comb thru my hair as I listened to him get out of the shower. When he came into the room, he looked me in the face and asked, “wanna learn how to turn into an Animagus?” I stopped what I was doing to stare. “Are you serious?” I asked bewildered. Nodding, he smirked. “I’ve got a way to get what we need. You’ll need the leaf of a mandrake to be kept under your tongue for a month straight; everyday you’ll have to chant the incantation. Have you a quill ?” He looked around. “Accio quill and parchment!” I waved my wand. Seeing this, Sirius mumbled, “need to get me one of those..” on the parchment, he scribbled out four words: Amato Animo Animato Animagus. “Amato Animo Animato Animagus?” I repeated. Nodding, a look came over him that I couldn’t quite interpret. Finally, he explained, “It’s been awhile since I’ve done this.. must admit, it brings back memories.” Getting up from the table, I went over to where he stood and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Look,” I lifted my face so that our eyes met. A look of comfort exuded from his. Placing a hand on his cheek, I told him, “I’m not much; hell, I’m probably a lot more trouble than I’m worth. And I’ll never make up for anything or anyone you’ve lost but I DO want to be here for you as best I can.” A snort came from Sirius. “Why do I get the feeling this isn’t the last of it?” His lips met my forehead and whispered “thank you.” It was in that moment, the reality of what was to be hit me, totally and completely. I knew, at that moment, I was going to marry that man.

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Scorpio

The days turned to weeks as time always did; the weather grew progressively colder. Here and there I’d catch sight of the large black dog that had once occupied the space in front of my fire, only to turn into the man who occupied the side of my bed that one night. I kept busy, in hopes of keeping the loneliness at bay. November had just started when I came home to find a familiar form. On the top step sat the shaggy dog; my heart skipped a beat, only to land somewhere inside my stomach. “You Came back,” I whispered as I tapped my wand against the lock. Hearing the clicked, I pushed the door, the giant dog pawing it fully opened before allowing me to enter. The bag I held in my other arm contained groceries from the non-maj market I had Apparated to just outside of Hogsmeade. With the wave of a wand and an utterance of a spell, I Magicked them to their proper cupboards. “Witchy enough for ya?” I turned to face where the dog had been, only to be greeted by the still skeletal Sirius Black. He leaned forward on the table, Apple in hand, the crunch reverberating off the cabin walls. “You been practicing that all month, have ya?” He grinned at me. The containment of my joy was a feat I couldn’t tell you to this day how I accomplished; it threatened to break thru the surface at any moment. I spoke calmly, calculated, tho I wasn’t so sure that’s how I came across, “so, I meant to ask you last time, why exactly are you lurking around Hogswarts? That Potter boy is murmured about often here, so I’m gonna go out on a limb here-” Sirius cut me off. “You’re smart, I’ll give you that,” he placed the apple core on the table. “Yeah,” he continued, “Harry’s a part of it.. his dad, James.. he was my best mate.” Sirius looked down at the finish on the wooden table and continued his explanation to whatever pattern it was he had focused on. “But he’s not the only reason; the rat I told you about? He’s up there. Funny thing,” though the tone of his voice told me he didn’t find it so funny, “good ol’ Pettigrew has been living in the pocket of Harry’s best mate.” I gulped, “some coincidence, huh?” Jaw clenched, he shook his head. I seized the silence to ask what had burned since we first spoke, “ so this… Pettigrew, you called him? He’s like… an ACTUAL rat? Or just..” “He’s an animagus too. We all are. Were. Well, besides Lupin. But that’s another story,” he finally looked up from the spot he had been fixated on. “It’s my birthday today,” his signature smirk fixed on his lips. Stunned, i stuttered, “Wow! Well uh, ha-ha ppl birthday!” Unfazed, he shrugged it off with, “I happened upon a paper today, noticed the date. It’s no big deal but it means now I really am 34..” The sentence faded off. Letting the silence fill the cottage for a moment; there was a request bubbling up inside of me that I’d wanted to ask since I realized what he was capable of… “Teach me,” Came out; I hadn’t meant for it to be a command, tho that’s how it felt on my ears. I cringed, then added, “please.” Sirius looked at me, as tho he were evaluating me on a level deeper than I could fathom. “What shape does your patronus take?“ He asked. Slightly Stunned by his response, I froze before I amswreed. It had been awhile since I had used the spell, tho given the environment we were in, it was worth brushing up on. "Expecto Patronum!” I yelled. A white light filled the cabin; from the wisps formed a lynx. When he saw this, a full blown smile lit up the sunken features. “Suits you,“ he chuckled. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Simple,” he smiled, “you never know want animal you’ll turn into but a good indicator… but you.. You’re just cat like. Smart, independent; you also get this look in your eyes when you’re thinking like life is one giant chess game and you’ve gotta stay three moves ahead for fear you’ll perish.” My mouth dropped. “You can tell all that-” I let the sentence finish prematurely. Sirius looked at me so smugly, I had to fightback the urge to smack him. “Cheeky,” he winked, as tho he could read my thoughts. Blushing I prodded, “is that a yes?” “Could be,” again, he leaned back in the chair. “What’s in it for me?” “How about I don’t turn you in?” I pushed the back of his chair so that all four legs returned to the floor. Unabashed, he pulled the fronts of my robes, making it so that I looked him dead in the eye. “If you were to uh…‘turn me in’,” he drawled, “You’d already have done so..” he let go, and I wished he hadn’t; my knees had gone weak. Sirius relished in that fact for a moment, before decidedly declaring, “sure. What the hell, right?” My heart again skipped and I shrieked, “yes!” “Remember,” he warned, “this isn’t gonna happen over night. And since I can’t be seen going to the same spot too often, our meetings will remain sparse.” As tho he read my mind, he stated,“ any suspicious activity could be noticed, even if the perpetrator is an oversized dog.” Apparently I did poorly with my attempt to cover the confusion I felt, for Sirius took one look at me and felt compelled to follow up with, “I got into the castle. Halloween night. So 4 days ago now.. safe to say everybody’s guard is up,” he laughed humorlessly. An emotion took over me, one I could only articulate by shouting, “ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?” Sirius leapt from his spot at the table, his posture like on the defensive. “What, you think you’re the only one here with a past? You think you’re the only one haunted by it?” The anger in his voice was palpable. Stunned, but unwilling to let go of my newfound anger, I argued, “You do realize the differences in our positions, correct?” “OH, YOU MEAN HOW YOU’RE THE DAUGHTER OF THE MOST EVIL MAN KNOWN TO WIZARD KIND AND I’M AN INNOCENT MAN WHO WAS FRAMED 12 YEARS AGO FOR A CRIME I WOULD NEVER COMMIT?!” The words hung in the air; it made it almost hard to breathe. Sirius’s ribcage expanded and deflated beneath the torn robes. It felt as tho somebody had kicked the wind out of my lungs; tears threatened to fall down my face. Finally, I mustered the strength to inform him, “the only reason I give a shit… is because I care.” It was Sirius’s turn to look stunned. “All I meant,” he started, and I could hear how calculated his voice was so as to keep the biting edge out of it, “was that you’re not the only one here who has had something.. shape them. You’ve got to realize, all that I had in that place, all that I clung to, what kept me sane was the- this obsession. And being this close, THIS GODDAMN CLOSE!” His fist met the table. The emotion that had gripped me started to loosen it’s grip. “You were out of line,” I muttered before I turned and went to the room. As a laid on the bed, the tears that I had held back finally burst thru. Between silent sobs, I heard Sirius muttered, “fuck,” beneath his breathe. The legs of the chair scraped the floor and footsteps grew louder the closer he got. I felt the bed barely sag beneath the weight his weight; his hand gripped my shoulder. Even tho it looked frail, the grip he had surprised me. Gently, he ran his hand from my shoulders to the base of my head, then down along my spine. Nobody had ever touched me that way; all I knew was aggression or withheld love… this felt soothing. More than that, it awoke something within me I had never even had stirred. Influenced by this, I turned to face him. His grey eyes stared down at me, brows furrowed, a look of apology painted on every line of his face. “Look,” he started. “I don’t know what I’m doing here. I’ve no fucking idea. This is, indeed, stupid, reckless…. but if I’m honest, I suppose that’s part of the appeal.” Again, the hurt surfaced and I heard myself say, “so is that all I am to you? Some cheap thrill?” He barked, his hand making its way to my cheek, where he held it firm as he said, “There is nothing ‘cheap’ about you; the fact is, plain and simple, you’re the only peace I’ve ever known..” he let the sentence settle in. A lump formed in my throat. Swallowing, a tear took advantage of the bodily distraction and fell to where Sirius’s fingers lay. Unfazed, he wiped them gone. “I know what it’s like… the loneliness.. I’ve spent over a decade alone..” he trailed off. He needn’t say more; I more than understood. “Kiss me,” I breathed. He obliged; the hand on my cheek lifted my face so that our lips met. The simple act ignited a flame in me. I needed him, suddenly and ferociously. Sensing this, Sirius pulled me deeper. His tongue parted my lips, and I did nothing to resist. I allowed it to pull my tongue into his own mouth, where he sucked it, creating another level of lust inside of me. The hand that wasn’t holding onto my face found its way inside of my thighs. Unwilling to resist, I allowed him to part my legs. Motivated by this, his kisses become more passionate. His mouth moved down to my throat, his tongue gently licking in circles. I felt as his thumb met my clit; unable to suppress it, I let out a moan. “IS this what you want?” He whispered into my ear. Expertly, he pressed his thumb on my clit, gently rubbing til I could feel it harden. Feeling it too, he looked down, saying , “I’ll take that as a 'yes’,” and before I knew it, he placed his head between my legs. “Oh my God,” I muttered. I had never been as wet as I was in that moment; Sirius noticed. He placed two fingers inside of me. When he pulled them out, he smiled to himself before placing the two fingers into his mouth where he sucked my wetness off of them. My breathe left my chest and before I could catch it, his face was where his fingers had just been. Placing his fingers on either side, he spread open my lips, exposing my clitoris. He picked once, twice, then fixed his lips around it and started to gently suck. “Sirius,” I gasped, completely enthralled. Ignoring me, he continued to suck on my clit, his two fingers back inside of me. I had never felt so turned on in my life. Sirius took note and raised himself to meet my mouth again. Grabbing at his face, I forced his mouth against mine, tasting myself on his lips. “I want to feel you inside of me,” I spoke against his mouth. An excitement overtook him. Raising himself above me, he pulled his robes over his head. As he did so, I ripped mine off entirely as well. Sirius looked down, and smiled. “It’s been awhile,” he muttered as he lowered his body on to me. He was hard and I felt it press against my inner thigh. I reached down, wrapping my fingers as far around it as I could; he was large, indeed. When I closed my hand, it barely made enclosed the circumference. He emitted a low growl as I worked my hand up and down his throbbing cock. “Fuck,” he muttered, eyes closed. His hand wrapped my hair around his fist, while the other had two fingers inside of me. Unable to take it anymore, I told him, “put it in me already, Sirius… please..” he readily obliged. I removed my hand and Sirius took his fingers put of me; he grabbed his dick and rubbed the tip against my clit. I watched him, not wanting him to stop. Finally, he moved his cock down and gently, placed the tip in. He pulled back, then thrusted it in. A moan escaped my lips just as he let out one of his own. I felt every inch of him work it’s way in me. When he pulled back, it slid easily, a testament to my arousal. Slowly at first, he built up a tempo that rendered me speechless. Suddenly, a sensation took hold of me. I felt the tingling intensify and my scalp started in as well. He continued to thrust and it only took a few more moment before the tension erupted. I loaned loudly. My scalp tingled and I felt my pussy tighten around his cock. Following suit, he finished in me, then collapsed onto the bed next to me. “Oh.. my God..” I whispered out of breathe. “Yeah,” he answered, his bare chest rising and falling. “I- I think… you gave me an orgasm,” I looked at him. He turned to face me, a smile played across his lips. Taking my head in his hand, he kissed my forehead, then wrapped his arm around me to pull me in. “I suppose I did,” he whispered to my shoulder blade. “Happy birthday to me.”