A/N: The character Kylie Demico is based off of one of my best friends who just so happens to love Sirius Black so this story is for her. This is the first story I'll be writing that won't be a oneshot, so bare with me please. Also, I know the title is unoriginal and boring, but I don't have very much creativity right now. One more thing, I rated this T just to be safe.
Disclaimer: And of course, I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters or places in this story, except Kylie Demico.
Kylie Demico threw another bundle of ripped pieces of first year memories into the fire, watching them crackle, hiss and dissolve, feeding the flames of marigold and orange. Dried tears stained her face, fresh ones glazed over her eyes. She still couldn't believe it, how stupid she had been to think there was even anything between them.
No. She chucked another stack of papers into the inferno. A stoke of fury wrenched at her body. It wasn't her fault; he was the one who had broken her heart. She glared at the blaze, seethed with new anger.
Kylie snatched at the last paper in the now gone heap and looked at it with a glower. It was crinkled and almost illegible. But little hearts and stars and clouds and other scribbles she had added to the one name she thought she had fallen in love with were still distinct. Kylie balled the parchment and flung it into the fire.
"Never again," Kylie whispered in a low promising hiss, "I swear it, I will never fall in love nor get involved with Sirius Black."