THIS YEARS' LOVE
A Sirius lovers' fan-fiction by Lady Lupin... for Hippygirl – don't give up
on Froggie yet ^^
Prologue - Denial
Elizabeth dropped the paper. It skittered off the table and across the floor like it was glad to escape the too tight grip of her fingers. The sheets rustled in the warm summer breeze that wafted in through the open window.
A moving picture, smiling in a distracted sort of way, covered nearly a full page – the front page. Sirius Black. And beneath it was a little picture, cowering in the corner of the sheet, edged in black and looking perplexed. Peter Pettigrew.
Elizabeth remembered them both.
She'd been at school with them, seen every prank punished, every plot brought to light. She'd seen the way Peter had idolised Sirius and his friends; their acceptance of him would always give her a warm feeling inside, no matter what Sirius had done. No matter if he murdered Peter in cold blood. No matter if he betrayed his friends. She knew another Sirius. He didn't know her, but she knew him.
She had understood him, seen through the facade, seen past the joy and constant exuberance. She'd barely spoken two sentences to him.
But Sirius – the Sirius that she knew she knew – wouldn't have done that. Wouldn't harm a fly. Perhaps a Slytherin, but not a fly.
Elizabeth had been in Slytherin. She was ambitious, so what? It wasn't because you were evil that you went in Slytherin – Just look at Sirius, the perfect Gryffindor – it was because you wanted to go places and no one was going to stop you from going where you wanted to go. Hence her husband, William. William had been in Slytherin, too. He wasn't particularly good-looking – never had been – and she didn't exactly love him. He wasn't loyal – she didn't care. He was nice to her, and that she valued. In her year, it had been Narcissa who'd always got the attention, never Elizabeth. Narcissa, this, Narcissa, that. Narcissa with the long, thin legs and the long, blonde hair. Narcissa who'd do anything you want, Mr. Malfoy, sir and despise all others be they fellow Slytherins or Hufflepuff first-years. Even Sirius had been attracted to Narcissa who got all the top grades. Elizabeth sighed, feeling the old emotions welling up once more. Self- depreciation. Self-loathing. Elizabeth who did the work, who tried her best, but who could never match the others. Well she'd shown them. A top job at the Ministry of Magic and a husband who was an Unspeakable. Loads of money, no draining children, a huge house and a job she liked. What more could a girl want? Elizabeth stared down at the paper on the floor as though confused as to how it got there. Sirius ... what have you done?
on Froggie yet ^^
Prologue - Denial
Elizabeth dropped the paper. It skittered off the table and across the floor like it was glad to escape the too tight grip of her fingers. The sheets rustled in the warm summer breeze that wafted in through the open window.
A moving picture, smiling in a distracted sort of way, covered nearly a full page – the front page. Sirius Black. And beneath it was a little picture, cowering in the corner of the sheet, edged in black and looking perplexed. Peter Pettigrew.
Elizabeth remembered them both.
She'd been at school with them, seen every prank punished, every plot brought to light. She'd seen the way Peter had idolised Sirius and his friends; their acceptance of him would always give her a warm feeling inside, no matter what Sirius had done. No matter if he murdered Peter in cold blood. No matter if he betrayed his friends. She knew another Sirius. He didn't know her, but she knew him.
She had understood him, seen through the facade, seen past the joy and constant exuberance. She'd barely spoken two sentences to him.
But Sirius – the Sirius that she knew she knew – wouldn't have done that. Wouldn't harm a fly. Perhaps a Slytherin, but not a fly.
Elizabeth had been in Slytherin. She was ambitious, so what? It wasn't because you were evil that you went in Slytherin – Just look at Sirius, the perfect Gryffindor – it was because you wanted to go places and no one was going to stop you from going where you wanted to go. Hence her husband, William. William had been in Slytherin, too. He wasn't particularly good-looking – never had been – and she didn't exactly love him. He wasn't loyal – she didn't care. He was nice to her, and that she valued. In her year, it had been Narcissa who'd always got the attention, never Elizabeth. Narcissa, this, Narcissa, that. Narcissa with the long, thin legs and the long, blonde hair. Narcissa who'd do anything you want, Mr. Malfoy, sir and despise all others be they fellow Slytherins or Hufflepuff first-years. Even Sirius had been attracted to Narcissa who got all the top grades. Elizabeth sighed, feeling the old emotions welling up once more. Self- depreciation. Self-loathing. Elizabeth who did the work, who tried her best, but who could never match the others. Well she'd shown them. A top job at the Ministry of Magic and a husband who was an Unspeakable. Loads of money, no draining children, a huge house and a job she liked. What more could a girl want? Elizabeth stared down at the paper on the floor as though confused as to how it got there. Sirius ... what have you done?