Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful world of Harry Potter.
A/N: In no way do I have the feelings for Sirius Black like my character does. I simply think that he is/was a wonderful character that must have been in love at some point.
What is it like to love someone, yet never really act upon that love? What is like to have that someone taken out of your life before you can even tell him how much you love him? And what is it like to have him taken away to somewhere feared by all because he turned out to be completely different then you thought he was, more like a monster? Guenevere Tapest knew exactly what it was like.
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Guenevere sat at her kitchen table on Halloween night filing some important papers for the Ministry of Magic. The dishes were washing themselves, the broom was sweeping the floor at a rapid pace, and darkness was falling outside of the window above her sink.
Stifling a yawn, Guenevere straightened up in her chair and stretched a bit. She slumped back against the table, turned a knob on the radio, and began listening to the most recent news on the Wizards' Wireless Network . . . .
'I can't believe it! We, my husband and I, made it through this whole thing without losing any family members! We just wanted to make a shout out to all of the people who did lose people close to them.' Apparently they were taking phone calls. Guenevere had no idea what the woman speaking was talking about though.
'Wait! More news . . .what's this?' The news reporter was talking now with a solemn tone, yet he seemed to be trying to cover up an excited sort of voice, 'Don't get your hopes up too soon, Nina. The worst is over but here we have more news on attacks. Not even an hour after the glorious victory, it appears that Sirius Black, a close friend of the Potters', showed up in Godric's Hallow and killed thirteen people including another friend of the Potters', young Peter Petegrew. We have no reasonable explanation as to what motivated Black to show up in Godric's Hallow or moreover, murder all those people. He was taken to Azkaban minutes after the attack.'
Guenevere snapped off the radio and sat frozen in her chair for quite some time, her face pale, her fingers shaking. Finally, she threw her head into her hands and cried. Lily and James Potter were dead? What had happened that was so exciting? 'The worst is over', what did that mean? And, Sirius Black, he had killed thirteen people including his old friend from school, Peter Petegrew? That was what had been said. Sirius Black . . . . Sirius.
Suddenly there was a popping noise and Guenevere jumped with fright and turned to look at the source of the noise. Standing near her doorway was none other then Severus Snape.
Guenevere wiped her face with her sleeve, which only smeared the running mascara around. She stood up quickly, tripping slightly, and looked directly in the face of evil. "W-what do you w-want?" she stammered as bravely as she could.
"I'm here on the order of Albus Dumbledore," began Severus Snape, "He believed that you wouldn't hear any recent news since you seem to be quite secluded. He asked me to inform you of certain recent events since they might concern you," he allowed a slight smirk and then added, "Yet judging by your state, it's possible that you have heard already."
It was true that her home was quite excluded from the wizarding world but that was how she liked it. She had no idea what Severus Snape was talking about but she knew that he must be lying. "D-don't tell me th-that Albus Dumbledore sent you! D-do you really think I'm that ignorant?" She sneered at him.
"Perhaps you are." Once again he smirked at her, "Does your position at the Ministry really limit you from that much information? Perhaps you are unaware of who to make an enemy and who to simply dislike."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said from behind gritted teeth. He was talking in riddles and all she wanted was for him to get his slimy head out of her house.
"I'm not a Death Eater, Tapest! I once was but I no longer am! I was simply sent here to explain what you don't know about the downfall of the Dark Lord, not to tell you everything you don't know! For heaven's sake, that would take a century!" He was growing impatient with the blonde girl and slowly unraveling from his cool manner. "I have been spying for the Ministry for quite some time now," he added more calmly.
Guenevere, unsure if she should believe him or not, suddenly realized what he had said, "You-Know-Who is dead? That's why you have been sent here?" she gasped out.
"Yes, I thought you already knew," he said, once again referring to her face smudged with black mascara, "the Potter boy," he said with obvious dislike in his voice, "the killing curse that the Dark Lord hit him with backfired. But no, I don't believe he is dead."
"Lily and James--"
"Are dead," he interrupted, not sounding the least bit upset. "And Black, of all people, is the one responsible."
"What are you talking about?" she choked out between sobs. She was angry. She was angry at the fact that she didn't know all this already, at the fact that Severus Snape had to be the one to tell her, and that Snape wasn't even the least bit sympathetic.
"Ah, well I didn't expect you to know this," said Snape seriously, "Black, it turns out, was Secret-Keeper for the Potters. The Fidelius Charm was in the first week of progress when Black must have gone blabby to the one man that was after the Potters! And imagine . . . James Potter's best friend-- "
"Shut up! I already know! Just SHUT UP!" Guenevere sobbed.
"I'll be off now," he said. There was an odd satisfied glint in his eyes when he left Guenevere in her otherwise empty house crying in her hands.
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"Guen, it's obvious that he like you!" Diana Rosenburg said in a whining voice.
"Yeah, he like me," Guenevere admitted, "And every other person in this school with breasts!"
"True, but he likes you A LOT," her friend replied.
"No he doesn't! All he wants is to snog and be done with me!" Guenevere retorted.
"Oh I'm sure he wants more then just to snog," said her friend with a smile playing its way onto her lips.
"Ugh! The answer is NO!"
"What's going on?" Lily Evans asked, walking up to the two girls with James Potter glued to her side. The couple had been inseparable since the previous month when Lily had finally given into his repetitive begging for her to go out with him.
"Nothing," Guenevere did not want to talk about him in front of his best friend.
Diana snorted.
They were in the beginning of their seventh year at Hogwarts and in the middle of a gigantic wizarding war. At the time, however, the young adults didn't have the war on their minds as much as they had the frivolous fancies of adolescence on their minds. Guenevere had been single for a long time and was ready to get out if that era, just not with Sirius Black.
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A/N: Please review! Be nice though because I can be quite sensitive. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please don't tell me that my character is a Mary Sue though because this is just the first chapter so you don't know her yet!
A/N: In no way do I have the feelings for Sirius Black like my character does. I simply think that he is/was a wonderful character that must have been in love at some point.
What is it like to love someone, yet never really act upon that love? What is like to have that someone taken out of your life before you can even tell him how much you love him? And what is it like to have him taken away to somewhere feared by all because he turned out to be completely different then you thought he was, more like a monster? Guenevere Tapest knew exactly what it was like.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Guenevere sat at her kitchen table on Halloween night filing some important papers for the Ministry of Magic. The dishes were washing themselves, the broom was sweeping the floor at a rapid pace, and darkness was falling outside of the window above her sink.
Stifling a yawn, Guenevere straightened up in her chair and stretched a bit. She slumped back against the table, turned a knob on the radio, and began listening to the most recent news on the Wizards' Wireless Network . . . .
'I can't believe it! We, my husband and I, made it through this whole thing without losing any family members! We just wanted to make a shout out to all of the people who did lose people close to them.' Apparently they were taking phone calls. Guenevere had no idea what the woman speaking was talking about though.
'Wait! More news . . .what's this?' The news reporter was talking now with a solemn tone, yet he seemed to be trying to cover up an excited sort of voice, 'Don't get your hopes up too soon, Nina. The worst is over but here we have more news on attacks. Not even an hour after the glorious victory, it appears that Sirius Black, a close friend of the Potters', showed up in Godric's Hallow and killed thirteen people including another friend of the Potters', young Peter Petegrew. We have no reasonable explanation as to what motivated Black to show up in Godric's Hallow or moreover, murder all those people. He was taken to Azkaban minutes after the attack.'
Guenevere snapped off the radio and sat frozen in her chair for quite some time, her face pale, her fingers shaking. Finally, she threw her head into her hands and cried. Lily and James Potter were dead? What had happened that was so exciting? 'The worst is over', what did that mean? And, Sirius Black, he had killed thirteen people including his old friend from school, Peter Petegrew? That was what had been said. Sirius Black . . . . Sirius.
Suddenly there was a popping noise and Guenevere jumped with fright and turned to look at the source of the noise. Standing near her doorway was none other then Severus Snape.
Guenevere wiped her face with her sleeve, which only smeared the running mascara around. She stood up quickly, tripping slightly, and looked directly in the face of evil. "W-what do you w-want?" she stammered as bravely as she could.
"I'm here on the order of Albus Dumbledore," began Severus Snape, "He believed that you wouldn't hear any recent news since you seem to be quite secluded. He asked me to inform you of certain recent events since they might concern you," he allowed a slight smirk and then added, "Yet judging by your state, it's possible that you have heard already."
It was true that her home was quite excluded from the wizarding world but that was how she liked it. She had no idea what Severus Snape was talking about but she knew that he must be lying. "D-don't tell me th-that Albus Dumbledore sent you! D-do you really think I'm that ignorant?" She sneered at him.
"Perhaps you are." Once again he smirked at her, "Does your position at the Ministry really limit you from that much information? Perhaps you are unaware of who to make an enemy and who to simply dislike."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said from behind gritted teeth. He was talking in riddles and all she wanted was for him to get his slimy head out of her house.
"I'm not a Death Eater, Tapest! I once was but I no longer am! I was simply sent here to explain what you don't know about the downfall of the Dark Lord, not to tell you everything you don't know! For heaven's sake, that would take a century!" He was growing impatient with the blonde girl and slowly unraveling from his cool manner. "I have been spying for the Ministry for quite some time now," he added more calmly.
Guenevere, unsure if she should believe him or not, suddenly realized what he had said, "You-Know-Who is dead? That's why you have been sent here?" she gasped out.
"Yes, I thought you already knew," he said, once again referring to her face smudged with black mascara, "the Potter boy," he said with obvious dislike in his voice, "the killing curse that the Dark Lord hit him with backfired. But no, I don't believe he is dead."
"Lily and James--"
"Are dead," he interrupted, not sounding the least bit upset. "And Black, of all people, is the one responsible."
"What are you talking about?" she choked out between sobs. She was angry. She was angry at the fact that she didn't know all this already, at the fact that Severus Snape had to be the one to tell her, and that Snape wasn't even the least bit sympathetic.
"Ah, well I didn't expect you to know this," said Snape seriously, "Black, it turns out, was Secret-Keeper for the Potters. The Fidelius Charm was in the first week of progress when Black must have gone blabby to the one man that was after the Potters! And imagine . . . James Potter's best friend-- "
"Shut up! I already know! Just SHUT UP!" Guenevere sobbed.
"I'll be off now," he said. There was an odd satisfied glint in his eyes when he left Guenevere in her otherwise empty house crying in her hands.
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"Guen, it's obvious that he like you!" Diana Rosenburg said in a whining voice.
"Yeah, he like me," Guenevere admitted, "And every other person in this school with breasts!"
"True, but he likes you A LOT," her friend replied.
"No he doesn't! All he wants is to snog and be done with me!" Guenevere retorted.
"Oh I'm sure he wants more then just to snog," said her friend with a smile playing its way onto her lips.
"Ugh! The answer is NO!"
"What's going on?" Lily Evans asked, walking up to the two girls with James Potter glued to her side. The couple had been inseparable since the previous month when Lily had finally given into his repetitive begging for her to go out with him.
"Nothing," Guenevere did not want to talk about him in front of his best friend.
Diana snorted.
They were in the beginning of their seventh year at Hogwarts and in the middle of a gigantic wizarding war. At the time, however, the young adults didn't have the war on their minds as much as they had the frivolous fancies of adolescence on their minds. Guenevere had been single for a long time and was ready to get out if that era, just not with Sirius Black.
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A/N: Please review! Be nice though because I can be quite sensitive. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please don't tell me that my character is a Mary Sue though because this is just the first chapter so you don't know her yet!