Fortune's Fool's

Summary: They say that the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. Unfortunately fate doesn't always give you a chance to be indifferent. Ava Burke has never seen anything In Sirius Black. She doesn't hate him, but she doesn't love him either. But her opinion doesn't matter when she is forced into a marriage with him. Some call it fate, others call it fortune but whatever it is, both of their world's are about to collide. But what if when they try to stop this crash collision they do the worst thing possible? They fall for one another.

Rated: T (nothing major but this story is about teenagers what do you expect?)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, only the OC's

A/N: I've been thinking about doing a Sirius/OC fic for a while, so here it is, tell me what you think. Enjoy!

Ew, green. Most people have one color that they don't like, well I have one that I absolutely despise, and that would be green, specifically emerald green. Well I guess it's not the color I particularly hate, it's what it represents.

My name is Avalon Burke and if you haven't guessed by my last name, I am a pure blood. Although I couldn't care less, that matter seems to be of the utmost importance to my parents. Needless to say, when I was sorted into Gryffindor my first year at Hogwarts, they were not too pleased.

My whole life I have been forced to put up with pureblood mania and have seen more green and silver to last me a lifetime. For some reason my parent's thought that placing the Slytherin colors all over the house and in my room would magically make me a Slytherin. It hasn't worked yet but they seemed determined to keep on trying. So far it has only resulted in my hatred of green, although with my short light brown hair, blue eyes that are so light they verge on abnormal and pale skin; the color doesn't do much for me either.

"Ava are you going to spend all day in their? Hurry up!" The bangs on the bathroom door brought me back to reality, which was that Camilla, one of my roommates, was trying to get into the bathroom.

If you haven't guessed by the way she was determined to break down the door to the bathroom she isn't exactly the nicest person in the world. To put it plainly she is a bitch. Even though I was done washing up I toyed with the idea of staying in the bathroom a little bit longer, just to annoy her, but I figured that would just make me late which unfortunately was also a very tempting idea.

I opened the door a crack and immediately she swept in, her long black hair flying out behind her as she pushed me to the side, "Move!" She ordered before slamming the door shut. I heard the water begin to run.

"I told you we should poison her." Mary spoke from her reclining position on her bed. Her long blonde hair was pilled in a bun on the top her head and she was flipping through the pages of a Witch Weekly. "We could have made it look like an accident and everything."

"As tempting as that sounds I doubt Dumbledore would fall for it." I grinned before moving to my bed where a suitcase sat only half full.

"Fall for what?" A short brunette asked as she came up from the staircase. Alice is probably the most contradicting person in the whole world. She is the sweetest person until her competitive side comes out during either quidditch or duels. And even then she'll beat you with these big brown eyes and heart shaped face so when she's done you can hardly believe it was her who smashed you to a pulp.

"They want to poison Camilla again." Lily spoke from where she was packing on the other side of the room. Lily is the picture of beautiful with her long red hair and emerald eyes. Even green of all things looks good on her, and coming from me, that's saying something

"Do you see what you guys are leaving me with? Why do you guys get to go leave for Christmas vacation and I get to stay here with the Wicked Bitch of the West?" Mary complained pulling her hair out of its bun only to put it back up again. "It'll be torture."

"Relax; Alice is staying to protect you." I teased, "And just be glad Sierra is going home for Christmas, though who knows why her parent's want her." Sierra is our other roommate. She and Camilla are friends, which should say it all.

"Ava, are you almost packed?" Lily asked, motherly as always. I sighed and began picking up clothes and packing them into the suitcase.

Much too quickly Lily and I were on the train back to King's Cross, heading home. Well my technical home, I consider Hogwarts to be my real and much preferred home but I guess in legal terms my real home is in London. Thankfully the train was much less crowded than it was on the trip to Hogwarts. The calm inside the train matched to rolling blankets of snow we were passing in a blur.

"I can't believe we are pretty much halfway done with our sixth year at Hogwarts." Lily exclaimed, "I don't want it to ever end."

"Me too." I agreed, I couldn't imagine life without Hogwarts, I can't remember how I had survived before.

Unfortunately just like the past years at Hogwarts the train ride passed far too quickly and Lily and I were stepping out onto the platform into the cold night air. I watch as Lily was pulled into a hug with her family, her parent's were smiling and looked so happy to see her. It was only her sister, Petunia, who seemed displeased at her arrival.

Then with a sinking sensation I turned to face my family. It was probably my imagination but I swear the air around them seemed even colder than the already freezing winter air. Even though I am only about average when it comes to height, both my parent's are tall. In addition to their height their proud disposition's always seem to add another foot or two. My father's hair is silvery white and my mother's is black. Both of them have the same icy blue eyes as me, and whenever I look into my eyes I see them staring back at me.

They didn't greet me with a hug or even a hello. "Where's your bracelet?" was my mother's version of a greeting. And damn it, I forgot to put the bracelet back on. The bracelet is silver and made up of heavy chains. It's supposed to be a charm bracelet but the only charm on it is at the end and it is a fat heart marked with an S. S for Slytherin. I never wear it at Hogwarts but obviously my mother notices if I don't wear it at home.

"Here it is." I whispered as I quickly pulled it out of my pocket and fastened it on. For a moment I thought she was going to slap me but she just turned with my father and marched away, me trailing in their wake. Her disapproval radiated from her.

To the rest of the world it might be a charm bracelet, but to me it's more like handcuffs.

"Avalon is that what are you wearing?" My mother appeared from the shadows by my door. The question was rhetorical, it really just meant that the jeans and long sleeve blue shirt I was wearing was for some reason not acceptable.

"I told you the Black's were coming over for dinner; you must be wearing something presentable." She hadn't told me anything of the sort but I didn't dare contradict her as I watched her move to my wardrobe and pull out a long emerald green dress made of what looked like silk.

"Put this on." She ordered, "They will be over in half an hour. I assume you can make yourself presentable." After she gave her last command she swept back out of the room as if she could only stand to be with me for a short period of time.

So the Blacks were coming, that meant a long boring night of tuning out my parent's talk about the Dark Art's, muggles, the shop, and the faults of the Ministry. I turned my attention back to the dress and nearly gagged. It might have looked good on someone like Lily but it would look like a mossy sac on me. However I had no choice so I pulled the dress on, trying to ignore the color, combed through my hair that falls in a straight sheet to my shoulders and made sure to leave the silver bracelet visible.

Unfortunately the Blacks came over too soon and I was called down from the safe haven of my room to have dinner with them. As I walked down the stairs into the entry hall I realized that we were not just joined by Orion and Walburga Black but their sons as well, Sirius and Regulus.

Regulus is a few years younger than me and in Slytherin so I don't know him really well but I know Sirius, I mean, who doesn't know who he is. He is the infamous player at Hogwarts, the boy every girl wants to be with and every boy wishes he could be. It seems as though everyone loves him, admires him, or is jealous of him. But I couldn't really put myself into any of those categories. I just try to mind my own business and not get involved with Sirius Black; unfortunately it looked like tonight that would no longer be possible.

My mother swept us into the dining room where our house elf, Delver, served us dinner. As I suspected the conversation was boring and I tuned it out as I had long since trained myself to do. I do have to admit my eyes wandered over to the Black boys more than once. I couldn't nor did I need to deny that Sirius is attractive; no he's downright gorgeous with his thick black hair, piercing gray eyes, and muscular body. I just don't usually find it quite that interesting, maybe it was the look in his eyes that was always bored, sure he was hot, but that was pretty much it. Maybe it was because he reminded me of home.

Regulus had the same look of boredom but he wasn't anywhere near as attractive. He was much slighter than Sirius and his facial features weren't quite as pronounced. All in all I was pretty much ready for the Blacks to leave. That was until I picked up on my father's most recent sentence.

"So now for the real reason that your family has so graciously come to our home; we know you would like to discuss the topic of marriage. Our daughter is turning seventeen as is your son; my wife and I believe that they would be a suitable match."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing; they couldn't be talking about me. But Mrs. Black's eyes were on me and studying me like she was deciding whether or not I was fresh enough to be taken from the produce aisle in a grocery store.

"Your daughter is not in Slytherin." She said in a tone suggesting that it meant I wasn't worthy of any child of hers.

"Neither is your son." My mother countered. I felt like I was part of some demented barter similar to the way farmer's traded livestock. Only this was much much worse. I was the livestock.

I watched in horror as Mrs. Black's eyes moved from me to Sirius, who was looking as shocked as I felt. I could practically see the wheels of thought turn in her mind. All pureblood parents want their child to marry a pureblood to carry on the line. I could see the women think about how hard it would be to have Sirius marry another pureblood because he was a Gryffindor and that maybe the fact that both of us were Gryffindor's would somehow cancel the fact out.

I watched all of this play out in Mrs. Black's mind as I sat frozen in my seat in horror. Mrs. Black whispered something in her husband's ear and then he spoke.

"My wife and I have decided that it would benefit both of our families for this marriage to occur. As of now Sirius and Avalon are engaged." As he spoke he sounded as if he was ending a business deal, not forcing two people into a marriage.

I watched my father open his mouth to speak and inside I prayed that he would protest, he would decide for what ever reason against the engagement. But then he said, "My wife and I couldn't agree more, now would you like some coffee?" He might as well have said 'it was a pleasure doing business with you.'

There was a crash on the other side of the table and I looked over to see Sirius on his feet, the chair he had been sitting on knocked over.

"You can not be serious! I am not going to marry her!" He shouted pointing at me, "You have all lost your mind!" He yelled before storming out of the room. I couldn't even be insulted because I wish I could have done the same thing.

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-LayRay