Sneaksoscope

Disclaimer: I own nothing, really, the only thing I truly own is the protagonist.

Author's Note: This chapter may confuse you, but don't fret. I purposely made the first chapter, kind of like the last chapter so you figure out what exactly happens when you read on. Keeps you on edge wouldn't you agree? Remember to comment, if you don't I would be fairly disappointed.

~ Fabi

Chapter One: Bittersweet Goodbye

It wasn't her choice to become what she is; a Muggle-born.

It was not her intention. She didn't wake up one morning, wishing her father's hair to be indigo. It just happened. Like so many other events that arose the girl's peculiar behaviour. She just couldn't help it. However, disbelief ran through her veins when she received her letter on her eleventh birthday. The amount of perplexity roaming through the rooms of her house were far too much to soak in. Magic didn't exist. The myths, those stories her mother read to her years ago ... were true.

It explained so much: why these things always happened to her, when she was mad, or when she was simply happy - the level of oddity was still there. It was on her seventh birthday when it first started. The first sign of her magical abilities. It confused her. She had nobody to talk too. Her parents would just advise her no such thing had occurred; they weren't there though.

It was when the wheezy, plump man rang her doorbell; it all made sense. The magical outbursts made sense. Everything made sense. After the confusion, excitement was written across the faces of Mr and Mrs Talkalot. They were so proud. They had a witch in the family. A beautiful, gifted witch; that was destined for great things. They wanted to flaunt, but knew to keep it quiet. It was their dirty little secret.

Years past by, and they barely saw her. They missed their pale, freckly, ginger-haired daughter. Her random outcries were sorely missed by her mother, especially when she cried for more pancakes and honey. They communicated by letters, keeping her parents up-to-date with the current wizarding news. She didn't have an owl; she got a pet rat instead. A scruffy rat that looked like it was an offspring to a colony of rats that lived in the London sewers. She used her friend's owl instead. Lily's owl Hermes was always a darling.

And now, she was gone.

No more; freckly, petite Norma. She was taken. Her soul left; refusing to come back to her parents, and friends. What a waste. Her presence had such an everlasting effect on the people around her. She was peculiar. She was beyond words.

Her funeral even made the clouds weep: as rain dropped from the clouds. The weird ginger-haired girl; the girl that used to hum to class, dance by herself on the top of the hill, her arms swaying beside her – was gone. Her tragic death was a mystery to some. Others' had vivid ideas of her demise, but did not say. Who were they to be a snitch? Who were they to tell on the Black brothers?

Far in the corner stood both of the brothers, Regulus Black and Sirius Black. Sadness was written all over Regulus's face, whilst Sirius's was merely blank. They felt uncomfortable. They shouldn't have come. It was their fault she passed away. If she hadn't come between them ... this wouldn't have happened: nobody would have gotten killed.

Regulus started to scratch his left arm, in agitation; eventually causing Sirius to snap. 'Will you stop for once?' Sirius said, his voice low, full of anger. 'Why don't you just go if you don't want to be here – or back to your Lord, seems like he's calling for you.'

'Be quiet,' hissed Regulus; his voice just as low; hoping that nobody was eavesdropping. 'I do want to be here, Sirius.' Sirius glared at his younger brother, flicking his fringe out of the way. 'You probably care more about your looks more than her.'

Sirius anger encompassed him as he pushed his brother violently, causing Regulus to collapse on the ground. Gathering attention from everybody who were attending memorial. 'Shut up! You disgusting troll. Don't ever say I didn't care about her,' Sirius's eyes twinkled, as he spoke about her. 'I loved her. Unlike you. You used her. You took advantage of her, her looks, her personality – everything. You disgust me.'

Regulus stayed on the ground, gawking at his brother; he quickly stood up, fixing up his black robes before whipping out his wand. 'I did not take advantage of her. She loved me, and I loved her back. You bullied her; I was there for her when she was crying in the girls lavatories. Where were you, staring at your own reflection?' Sirius pulled out his own wand; the Muggles stared at the two brothers intently.

'Padfoot, come on,' a voice spoke, softly. 'Let's go. The Muggles are staring, hide your wand.' The boy looked at Regulus, 'you too. Don't want to give us exposure do you?'

'As if our robes don't already question their curiousity,' Regulus snarled, his eyes still meeting with his brothers. 'I suggest you mind your own business Potter.'

James looked at Regulus in disgust. 'Do you seriously think Norma would have appreciated a duel on a day completely devoted to her brilliance? Or will you two start to hex each other until you realise how ridiculous you are being?'

'I'm sorry, James. You're right.' Sirius agreed, 'We shouldn't be behaving in such a dreadful way. Today is all about her.' Sirius's grey eyes looked into James's hazel eyes; searching for solace. Knowing what Sirius was asking, James hugged him tight; crushing himself and Sirius in the process. 'I want to see her, Prongs ...' whispered Sirius. James nodded and let him go; watching his friend amble towards Norma's open casket.

He gazed at her, absorbing her beauty bit by bit. He looked at her parents' hoping they would let him touch her one last time. They looked at him, and gave him a reassuring smile. With their premission, he carresed her cheek; it was still warm. He leant towards and kissed her on the lips, her soft, immobile lips pressed on his, as a single tear trekked it's path down Sirius's cheek.

'Goodbye my love,' he whispered. 'I'll see you soon.'