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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
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| 1 |
Chapter One For almost thirteen years she had waited for this moment... |
4,188 | 2 |
| 2 |
Chapter Two “Sirius ruined that Summer Holiday,” she sighed, brushing the hair away from her face. “He ruins everything.” |
3,215 | 1 |
| 3 |
Chapter Three “So bloody long in Azkaban, he’s forgotten who I truly am,” she murmured, looking at the large, ripe strawberry held by her fingers. |
5,363 | 6 |
| 4 |
Chapter Four Eschar ripped from the flesh, to expose old wounds, was the only accomplishment of the evening. |
1,921 | 2 |
| 5 |
Chapter Five Sirius swallowed a large bite of cake. “What do you know about what’s in my head?” |
7,196 | 5 |
| 6 |
Chapter Six “Some things are better left unsaid.” |
3,915 | 2 |
| 7 |
Chapter Seven “I wasn’t fooled by your hardened exterior at fifteen and I’m not fooled now—” |
2,405 | 3 |
| 8 |
Chapter Eight The most innocuous phrase or innuendo could provoke him into a rage or depression. |
4,322 | 4 |
| 9 |
Chapter Nine They taunted her—celebrating in all of Althea’s fears coming to fulfillment. |
3,161 | 1 |
| 10 |
Chapter Ten “Don’t you even think of biting me,” Remus warned, “or I will bite you, and I sincerely doubt you’d want that.” |
7,645 | 3 |
| 11 |
Chapter Eleven It was a thought that periodically surfaced, and no matter how much she fought to suppress it, it licked at her insides—Sirius’s choice killed Lily and James. It reminded her that his pride mattered most. |
4,681 | 0 |
| 12 |
Chapter Twelve “I’d enjoy you like I’d enjoy a Doxy infestation...” |
3,482 | 1 |
| 13 |
Chapter Thirteen Althea caught her breath as Sirius clasped her hand. “I would never subject you to porridge,” he pledged, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. “Never.” |
3,892 | 1 |
| 14 |
Chapter Fourteen “You will change in his mind forever...” |
3,435 | 0 |
| 15 |
Chapter Fifteen Nothing else mattered at that moment—the room seemed exceptionally still... |
5,433 | 2 |
| 16 |
Chapter Sixteen Sirius shivered. “I’d rather kiss a dementor.” |
4,706 | 0 |
| 17 |
Chapter Seventeen “‘Lonely Potions Master seeks equally sniveling Mistress in hopes to brew romance. Must enjoy the smell of pickled Erkling, drafty dungeons, and lack of bathing. All requests—’” she read and paused. She looked up from the newspaper and wrinkled her nose. “Sirius, this is awful.” |
6,526 | 0 |
| 18 |
Chapter Eighteen “James never let me forget the time I wagged my tail at McGonagall.” |
3,214 | 0 |
| 19 |
Chapter Nineteen “Go on,” Sirius said—his voice neither taunting nor condescending, “curse me.” |
4,504 | 2 |
| 20 |
Chapter Twenty “Blow out your candles, Althea Rosemary, before the cake catches fire.” |
3,389 | 1 |
| 21 |
Chapter Twenty-One She listened intently and without judgment as Sirius, with great hesitation, gave an unprovoked telling of his time in Azkaban. |
2,889 | 2 |
| 22 |
Chapter Twenty-Two “Dogged,” Afina chimed, “very dogged.” |
3,962 | 0 |
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Chapter Twenty-Three Sirius started to laugh. It was not his normal bark-like, jovial laughter, but a sinister laughter—a knowing laughter—that Althea thought, might’ve been heard on that street almost thirteen years ago. |
6,937 | 5 |
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