Disclaimer:
All of J.K Rowling's characters belong to her. The character of Rose Logan belongs to the author EllieBaby, who has given express permission for said character to be used in this instance, but no other. The plot of this story bears no relation to that of the original story written by EllieBaby.
HARRY POV.
It was a surprisingly sunny day in east London.
Sirius Black, escaped murderer (supposedly) and his godfather had convinced him to take him out as Padfoot for the day. Hence the reason he was strolling in the park, watching Padfoot carefully. Watching so carefully in fact, he didn't notice the blonde-haired girl till he has knocked her over. Muttering many apologies, he helped haul her to her feet. Studying her, a feeling of rememberance washed over him.
"Sorry, have we met?" He inquired, studying her, before his eyes widened in realisation.
"Maddie?" He asked in disbelief.
"Harry?" She enquired, the same disbelief evident in her tone.
He nodded, unable to form words, as she launched herself at him. She captured him in a bear hug, before pulling back to look at him.
"Well, your certainly a lot prettier than I remember." He whispered cheekily.
She gave an indignant squawk. "That was your fault, if you remember!"
"How was it?!"
"You chopped of my hair!"
"Ahh, good times!" He sighed.
It was with this they fell into an easy pattern, as childhood best friends do.
SIRIUS POV.
When I realised Harry was no longer following me, I stopped and looked around for him, anxiety building in my chest.
I saw him a couple of feet away, talking to some blonde girl, an easy grin on his face. I meandered closer, wanting to know who she was. When I was close, I barked grabbing their attention.
It was Harry who spoke first.
"Err, Maddie, this is my, err.. dog, yes. My dog. Padfoot. "
He leaned in close to her and whispered, "He's very intelligent, he understands you."
I barked my affirmation.
Harry slung an arm around her, turning them to face me.
"Padfoot, this is Madeleine Rose Logan. Or, my loganberry for short."
He had said her full name to annoy, judging from his smirk and her grown. However, I had been transported into a world full of memories, of my own loganberry. My Rose. My REAL. My loganberry.
The beautiful woman, I had left behind for Azkaban. I remember her auburn hair, it's distinct colour, her love of pancakes, absolutely doused in chocolate sauce, and raspberries. Twirling in the snow, a snow fight on her birthday. Her hatred of potions, or how she always seemed to use half a tube of toothpaste. When she agreed to date me, or those nights when we talked of pointless things and meaningful conversations. Our first kiss. All the little things I missed about her. But mostly, I missed my loganberry.
So guys, I was wondering if I should turn this into a full story, or keep it as a one-shot. What do you think?
