Chapter 1: Secret Love
"Oh James," laughed Lily, making her very slightly curled red hair bounce, as she squeezed James' arm tighter.
She was slightly shushed by the people around her, and then they went back to their reading. The people shushing her didn't bother Lily Evans, or that she was being a little loud for being in the library, all she cared about was that she was with James Potter.
James and Lily were in their seventh year at Hogwarts, and they both knew that they were madly in love with each other…in fact the whole school knew they were madly in love with each other. They had been good friends in their first year, and then they became boyfriend and girlfriend in their second year, their third year they broke up, fourth year they got back together, in the middle of their fourth they broke up, they got back together in their fifth, broke up the middle of that, and then they got back together in their seventh year.
Everyone knew and loved their relationship except for one person, who just happened to be James' best friend, Sirius Black! Sirius was a rather tall man who had chin-length black hair, which was slightly wavy at the ends. By himself, he was laid back and a normal wizard, but as soon as he got around any of his friends (James, Remus, or Peter) he became a crazy teenager who loved to blow up things. But no matter how many of his friends he was around if Lily Evans snapped her fingers, and said stop it, Sirius would stop on command and drop what he was doing.
Sirius looked back at the bookcase he was standing by and thumbed through the books, trying to find Curses and Counter-Curses: Bewitch your friends and befuddle you enemies with the latest revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue-Tying, and much, much more.
"What's so special about James Potter?" Sirius spat on his breath.
"Better not say that to loud," a voice laughed, "someone could hear you."
Sirius' head shot up and looked around him, and saw no one near him, "Who said that?"
"I did." Sirius looked around for someone but he didn't see anyone, "Behind the bookshelf silly." A little voice whispered.
Sirius peered over the tops of the books to see who was behind there but he didn't see anyone. He bent down, looked through the shelf below, and saw black robes, with the Gryffindor crest on the left side. He stood up straight and pushed some books out of the way, and saw a pair of bright turquoise eyes staring back at him. He looked over and saw Lily still falling all over James. It's not Lily…
"Who are you?" Sirius whispered.
He watched as the eyes rolled, and quickly vanished, and a few minutes later a small girl walked down the aisle that Sirius was standing in. She walked towards Sirius making her straight crimson red hair, which was a little pasted her shoulders, bounce up and down. "I'm Vanora Aberdeen…and you are?" Vanora spoke sweetly, through her thick Scottish accent.
"I'm Sirius Black," Sirius smiled as he offered his hand, and Vanora took it and shook it, "what part of Scotland are you from?"
"I'm from Dundee," Vanora smiled, as Sirius' face went blank, "It's about sixty-two miles north of Edinburgh."
"Oh," Sirius' face lit up with life again, "do you miss home?"
"Yeah," Vanora sighed, "but I finished one more year here and I can live my own life." She smirked, as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, revealing three piercing: one in its regular spot, one right behind it, and one in her cartilage.
"You're a seventh year?"
"Yeah," Vanora slightly laughed, and leaned forward sending a piece of hair tumble out from behind her ear. She looked back up at Sirius and had a the piece of hair covering one eye, and blew up on the hair sending it in the air, and it came back down onto her eyes, again, "That didn't work." Vanora laughed, as she slid the hair behind her ear again.
There was an awkward silence between the two of them, as they sat there in the aisle staring at the ground. Neither one knew why they were acting that way…probably because they were new to each other and had no idea what to say to the other one. The more they tried to think of something to say to the other, they both realized that they had never really noticed that the other one existed.
Vanora knew that Sirius Black existed, because he was the best friend to James Potter, and he was only a fourth of the mixture to make the Marauders. Sirius had heard of Vanora too, but he didn't really remember much about her. He knew that she used to be best friends with Lily but in their third year Lily stopped talking to Vanora and then Sirius couldn't remember anything else about Vanora.
"Uh…" Sirius tried to make a pathetic attempt to make a conversation.
"You're from London, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Sirius was in shock, "How'd you know that?"
"Your voice," Vanora smirked, "people from London have a certain way they say things and that's how I could tell you're from London."
"You're good," Sirius laughed.
"It comes easy when actually learn to crack open a book every now and then. Or maybe pay attention in class." She smirked.
"Yeah." Vanora and her knowledge impressed Sirius, but he was slightly annoyed by her obviously taking a jab at him for not paying attention during class. "Would you like to sit with me?" Sirius whispered, as he gestured to a lonely table in the back of the library.
"I'd be glad to." Vanora smiled, as she walked over to the table and sat down, shortly followed by Sirius.
Sirius sat down and opened his book up to the chapter entitled: Bewitching Chairs.
Vanora smiled, as then opened her book, Quidditch through the Ages, and tried to concentrate but something was picking at her brain. No matter what she tried to do, she couldn't get it off her mind.
"Mind if I ask you a question?"
Sirius looked up from his book, "Shoot."
"Why do you hate James Potter?"
"What?!" Sirius gasped in horror, "I don't hate James…For Merlin's sake he's my best friend."
"Well you seemed pretty pissed off at him, when I was behind the bookshelf." Vanora whispered.
"No I'm just…never mind, it's not important." Sirius shrugged off Vanora's comment and went back to reading his book.
"You're just jealous," Sirius looked up at Vanora in surprise, "right?"
She really needs to stop knowing all this about me. Sirius thought, as quickly looked back at his book, "Yeah." He muttered under his breath.
"Why are you jealous of him?" She smiled.
Sirius slammed his book shut, scaring some people who were around him, and he pulled it close to his chest, "I have to go." Sirius huffed, as he headed towards the exit.
Vanora sat at the lonely table in the back of the library as she watched Sirius disappear into the shadows of the bookshelves, and then she heard the faint sound of the library doors opening and then closing.
Vanora stood up and closed her book, and she quickly walked out of the library. She looked to her left and saw no sign of Sirius…then she looked to her right and saw no sign of Sirius either. "That man has made chasing after him, very difficult." Vanora shrugged, as she once again looked to her left then her right, "Damnit." She sighed aloud, "If I was a pissed off man which way would I go?" Vanora looked to her left then her right, "I would go to my right." She nodded as she started down the right hallway.
Vanora stopped in the middle of the hallway, "What the hell am I doing?!" Vanora shrieked, "I'm chasing after a guy that I really just met, and he's being a little two-year-old right now," Vanora turned a around and stomped off to the Gryffindor tower.
Author's Notes: I was pondering this idea for a story, so I want to know what everyone thinks of it. So I need to know if I should continue it, or not… So review please, and any correction in grammar, spelling, or Harry Potter knowledge should be sent to my e-mail address ChanseGirl@aol.com, but all reviews are to be posted as reviews. Thanks you oh so much.