Hello all! Thanks for the amazing reviews about Princes Familiar (PF). Tonight, just about a year later, I've decided to write a sequel. Remember, at the end, Alize disappeared and was never heard from again? What happened to Alize? Everyone thought she was dead or captured…but was she?
This picks up where PF left off. The last chapter of PF essentially sums up what happens in here, but this goes into more detail.
I may or may not expand this story. What do you think I should do? Should I leave it as a one-shot or continue by talking about their child?
Once again, Alanis Morissette guides the story with her amazing lyrics.
As a disclaimer for the whole story, I do not own Sirius nor the premise of the wizarding world, or any characters you recognize from J.K.R.'s books. Also, I don't own the lyrics. Okay okay, enough of my rambling; let's get on with the story!
And we were, were standing in the pouring rain
If I had known it was the last time I would see you again...
I would change everything...
Alanis Morissette, Rain
Alize hated the rain.
She used to love the rain. She used to love that feeling of nothingness it gave her, the release, the ability to lose herself in the drops as they washed away everything about her.
That was before.
Today, as she stared out her window into the rain, she wasn't nearly so calm. Her arms encircled her legs as she crouched into a ball on the floor. She rested her chin on her left knee and cried, creating a mini-rain of her own.
She had loved the rain before…but this was after.
FLASHBACK
"Siri dear! I've something to tell you!" sang Alize happily as she practically danced into the flat. Her hair was dripping wet from the pouring rain outside. Her day had been superb, and the rain was just the icing on the cake. Then she found out this…well she couldn't wait to tell her love all about it. That is, she couldn't wait until she saw his desolate state. "Sir—oh Merlin, Sirius, what's wrong love?"
The man in front of her was hardly recognizable as her love. He had a strong five o' clock shadow and his hair was mussed up. He had obviously not moved from this table all day, except perhaps to fetch another shot of firewhiskey. He looked up at her with bloodshot eyes. "I've something to tell you as well… but you go ahead, love. You go first." It seemed as if every word he spoke was paining him, but whether this was due to his hoarse voice or something else, Alize couldn't quite tell.
"You…go ahead. Yes, I'm sure," she interrupted as she saw his mouth open. A worried look was obvious on her face, and Sirius winced.
"I…" He took a steadying deep breath. "I don't think we should be together any more."
Instantly, Alize's happy day evaporated. It was as if he'd thrown a rock at the fragile pane of glass that was her happiness. She wanted nothing more than to sob, to throw herself at him, to beg him to change his mind or at least ask him why. But Alize had sworn up and down to herself that she would never do anything like that. She would not be that desperate girl, that weak girl. She did not need a man.
Alize bit her lip and closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them, a steely barrier was already apparent. "Okay. Who's going to leave, then?" she said quietly, a deep resolve in her words. 'I will not cry. I will not let him see how much this hurts,' she told herself.
Sirius rose quietly. "I'll go. You can have the flat. Alize…I'm sorry. I'll be out before the morning."
Even she couldn't restrain herself from asking one question. "Where will you go, Sirius?" she asked, fighting as hard as she could to keep her voice from breaking.
"I'll stay with Lily and James for a while…I think it's best that I leave as soon as I can…Thank you for not trying to persuade me, Alize."
She didn't hear him finish that sentence in his head with an 'If you had, I might have cracked…Cracked and told you everything, about how the Death Eaters are after me, and about how I'm trying to protect you…but then I know you wouldn't let me go, would have said all the right things and made me think that everything would be okay…But I know better. I just want you to be safe. I could never forgive myself if the Death Eaters used you against me and you were hurt…This is how it has to be.'
'This is how it has to be' became his mantra as he quickly packed his things. On his way out, he walked through the living room of their small flat. Alize was sitting on the couch, staring at the rain. He set down his suitcase and walked over to her, placing a large, pawlike hand on her shoulder. "Alize…"
She granted him a look. The steely resolve remained in her eyes. He moved his hand to her cheek and gently pulled her to him for one last gentle, soft kiss. "Goodbye," he whispered, and then strode quickly away, picking up his suitcase and all but running out the door.
As soon as Alize heard the door of the building slam, she broke down. Sobbing, she wrenched a small object from her messenger bag and threw the object at the wall as hard as she could, shattering it in two. She pulled an old blanket over her head and cried herself to sleep, staying on the couch. She could not bear to go into the bedroom.
The innocent white wizarding pregnancy test, with its small picture of a giggling baby and two celebrating, happy parents, lay forgotten in pieces near the wall.
