A solis ortu usque ad occasum
From sunrise to sunset
Summary: "What am I supposed to tell her? Hi, we are Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, characters from a book. Yes, we are real. Oh, and by the way, we are married to you." Harry bit his lip, trying to suppress a smile by directing his gaze from his stepfather to behind him. "She's behind me, isn't she?" Harry nodded. "That's a good way to start the conversation." Sirius closed his eyes at the sound of her voice. "You're an Idiot." Sirius nodded in agreement with Remus. SB / OC / RL.
Disclaimer: HP is from J. K. Rowling. I just play with Sirius and Remus in my imagination, wich means that this is a TRIAD FIC. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.
Chapter 1.
Do you believe in fairy tales? In the Charming Prince? In love at first sight? I did. I was one of those people who believed that the love of her life would appear around the corner. That a wizard with glasses and emerald eyes would knock on my door one day and take me to live in a magical world. Or that a mysterious and sexy vampire would appear by the door of the institution that I attended when I was a teen and he would tell me that I was his "cantante" or something like that. Once I even imagined about that prince dressed in blue riding his white steed who would take me to his great mansion and we would live happily ever after.
Yeah, I know. Too many clichés and too many romance books read.
But at that time I was in love with the idea of love. I thought all men would be honest and kind. Gentlemen and generous. But it's not like that.
One day you wake up, and you realize that without thinking, without having expected it, time passed and you entered the world of adults. And you discover that nothing is as they draw it in stories, as they tell in the romance books you once read. You realize that the first man you decided to give a chance to know, comes round the corner, walking towards you - without realizing that you are there, right in front of him - taken from the hand of his wife on one side, and another holding the small hand of her five-year-old daughter. Of course, the bastard, had never said anything about it, and you feel it like the hardest slap on the face you ever received. And hell, the fall hurts. Because there you understand that nothing is what it seems, that no one is who they say they are, and that the words are carried by the wind. There you understand that life is not like in novels. The books that tell stories of love and courage, fidelity and loyalty are just words, letters that come together to build a bridge with only one final destination: Fantasy. You understand that not everyone gives you a hand when you need it, that there will not always be a shoulder to cry on; sometimes, it's just your pillow and the moonlight coming through the windows of your room, and othertimes, the sound of thunders on a stormy night. And that's when you start to think that the rain is not all cute being alone, when before you imagined a 7romantic kiss under her.
At that moment, in the midst of that lonely cry, you understand that you are growing; and you start to leave stories, fantasies, princes, wizards, golden-eyed vampires. You leave Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice; you leave even the beautiful character of Miguel from the novel Redeeming Love behind and you start to live an adult life that has left behind the fantasies of children. You become someone who gets up in the mornings to go to a job where you have to serve others, where sometimes the client's treatment is not the best for their waiter or waitress - and you have to close the peak to any answer, doesn't matter how much right you are-, where every day you feel more and more the regret of getting up in the morning and repeating the routine. You become someone who really stopped believing in that magic from before. You become an adult. And one not very happy with his life.
"If I could describe your face today, Ally, it would be... mmm, an ass, and a very ugly one." Oh, my friend Virgy, as sincere as ever. I smiled.
"Thank you, idiot." She threw me a kiss before taking her order to table fifteen.
In case you hadn't noticed, yes. All that depressing introduction was about me. But don't worry. That day, with that comment from Virgy, my life changed.
I heard the sound of the bell that rang every time someone entered the restaurant and I turned to see the new customers. I had never seen them before. Three people, who looked quite normal, sat at the first table in front of the door – table twenty, to be more precise – on my side of the place. We used to divide the amount of tables with Virgy and another employee to maintain the order of the place, since it was huge and we were only three waiters.
I took the menus and headed towards them. When I arrived and they had already removed their big coats – it was almost winter in London – I noticed that they were two men and a woman. I assumed they were about my age, but I wasn't entirely sure.
"Good evening, Gentlemen, Miss. Welcome to Marvin's and Gorgy's. What can I offer you?" I smiled concluding with my memorized little song of every day. Although I knew that my smile and the tone of my voice wasn't entirely honest. But at least I made them almost smile at my sarcasm.
To be honest, it had bothered me to see them enter the restaurant. There were minutes before my working day was over, and now I had to wait for them to finish consuming and to pay me for whatever they were going to ask for. And I already wanted to go home. Well, since the moment I arrived early I wanted to go home. But more that day, it hadn't been one of the bests. It started with an old man, annoyed and unhappy with his life, who complained about the price of a coffee and refused to pay for it, until a few moments ago a capricious child who did not want to eat the pasta that his parents had asked for for him. When I passed by them the boy threw the plate at me staining my uniform with filetto sauce and spaghetti.
Yup, beautiful day.
"Emm, a coffee I think would be enough..."
'Oh, great, they have come to talk... They will not leave anymore!' I thought a little irritated.
"I want a Cappuccino." Said the girl smiling at me while I wrote down their orders.
"The same as her." I nodded looking up, seeing them a little more in detail.
The first one who had spoken was a tall black-haired man, with quite broad shoulders, you could tell he was exercising – or well, that at some point in his life he did it and he kept it as time went by as he surely stepped on thirty five. He wore spectacles to see and his hair was tied in a ponytail; loose, surely reached below his shoulders. And he had green eyes, the brightest green I've ever seen, where a light blue color surrounded the irises. Definitely something I had never seen before.
The girl had curly hair long below the waist, light brown with a little blond on the tips. Her honey-colored eyes inspired trust and kindness. She was thin, with the perfect amount of curves on her body.
And the other man was even taller than the raven haired. His short red hair, a red that resembled more orange. And celestial eyes like the clear sky of spring. He looked a little uncomfortable – a little paranoid, looking all around. Alert, as if waiting for something to happen. Weird.
"For now, just that." I nodded when the black haired man spoke to me again and I retired to prepare the order with my cheeks hotter than boiling water. I was probably red because the guy had discovered me watching them. But, now that I thought about it better, we didn't see people like them every day. They had an aura, a strange energy. The majority of the restaurant's customers were seniors or clerks of the continuous buildings. Once or twice there were families or groups of teens, but very rarely. These three looked weird, it felt weird near them.
I felt the hair of my arms stand on end, as if someone was behind me while I was preparing the coffee plunged into my thoughts, until I felt something grab my waist from behind and I threw the cup of coffee, scared. A scream and a laugh were heard at the same time.
"Virgy, don't be an idiot!" I scolded her once my soul returned to my body, just like my breath. She laughed out loud, wiping away the tears that fell from her laughter. "It was not funny."
"Y-yes, it was." I sighed resignedly and smiling, I crouched down to clean up the mess on the floor. Virgy was unique. Really, if it wasn't for her, the place would be like hell – well, more than it already was.
"What's going on here?"
We were both surprised by the voice of our boss, and we stood up straight with our eyes downcast.
"N-nothing, Sir. I just had an accident, but I already cleaned it." I said with some hopelessness. Damn, all I needed was to get fired for a stupid broken cup of coffee.
"Virginia, your schedule is over. You can go."
"But, Mr. Marv-..."
"Go away." At the tone of Mr. Marvin, Virgy fled, and I didn't blame her. I would have wanted to run away too. But his gaze felt heavy on me. It would have been difficult to escape. "I want you to clean up the mess you made. The price of the cup you broke will be subtracted from your day's pay ." I nodded without protest, dying to answer him inside. But I couldn't, not if I wanted to keep my job. "Finish serving your customers, they are the last ones left, and until they leave, you stay in. You could be useful for once and help Margaret clean up the mess, right?"
'Take a deep breath, Ally... Breathe.'
I nodded. "Yes, Sir." Margaret was an old woman who had worked here for years. She was the 'mother' of everyone, and the one in charge of leaving everything clean for the next day. She was very loved in the restaurant. And you could even say that she was loved by my boss, Mr. Marvin, and he didn't like anyone. Not even his partner, Mr. Gorgy.
"Perfect." He said looking at me contemptuously up and down, then turned and walked to his office at the back of the place. God, I hated him. A lot. I felt my cell phone vibrate in the pocket of my clean from spaghetti uniform. I sneaked it out and it was a message from Virgy. "Sorry." I smiled, typing quickly before someone saw me and told the ogre I had as boss. "No one died, it's all good." I put it back on my pocket and continued with my work.
With the coffees on the tray, I went to the table of those three who looked at me with pity, as if they had heard all the mess with my boss. I shook my head, that was impossible.
"Here is your order." I placed each coffee in front of its owner starting with the girl – ladies always first, then the redhead and finally the black haired man. He looked me straight in the eye when I came closer to give him his coffee. I felt as if he was looking for something in mine. As if looking into my eyes, he wanted to confirm something. And that was strange, and disturbing.
"You're Alexia D'angelo, aren't you?"
I blinked three times, processing his words before I straightened, moving away from him. Where did he know me?
"Yes, I am." I answered with my head held high, somewhat defensively. "Do I know you?"
The black haired smiled. "No. Not yet."
I frowned. What was wrong with this guy? Who was he? What did he mean by that?
At that moment, as in the movies, something happens. Sometimes something good that unites you with a man like that raven head guy. Or something embarrassing like one of the cafes falling on top of me burning and staining my white uniform, making me wish that the earth would swallow me listening to laughter in the background. Or something like what happened... along with all the previous ones - except for the laughter.
The bell at the entrance rang, men dressed in black robes and skull-shaped masks entered the restaurant. There were four or five; they raised their right arms to 90° - yes, I had to be specific – directly to me and the three characters seated at the table and then hell broke loose.
Lights and explosions of chairs, cups, plates, glasses flying everywhere. I threw myself to the ground as soon as I felt something brush against me and burned my upper arm. Of course I groaned in pain. It fucking hurt.
"Hermione!" The black-haired shouted kneeling beside me. The girl stood in front of us and a yellow light appeared surrounding us. The red man threw everything that was on the table - without realizing that it was for the side where we were with the dark-haired man, filling us with coffee and staining both of us - and he threw it down as a shield in front. The girl Hermione jumped and covered herself with us while the explosions and the lights were still happening. I covered my ears and closed my eyes. What the hell was happening? Was it really happening, or was it just a dream?
"We must get her out of here, Harry." The red one spoke while he and the girl peered over the table, as if they were counterattacking the men in the tunics. With what? I had no idea. And I didn't want to open my eyes to find out.
"At the count of three, at the point we already know." Said the dark-haired. "One... Two..." I opened my eyes and when the raven grabbed me by the shoulders looking directly at my eyes, I regretted having opened them. "Three!"
I felt something grabbing me by the neck and pulling me with superhuman strength into a tunnel where I rarely and tightly fit with the black haired man and sucked us so quickly, that the feeling went away as fast as it came.
.
Darkness. Silence. There were no more explosions or lights flying everywhere. The floor of the alley where I was now was humid and very cold, which made me feel dizzy next to the sensation I had just experienced and that is why I threw up. And God, I hated throwing up.
"Easy, it's normal and common for that to happen." Said the dark-haired man's voice patting my back. "You're good?"
"Good? If I'm good?! Of course I'm not good! What the hell was all that?! Who the hell are you?!" I screamed in his direction after the last throw up. There was absolutely nothing left in my stomach. The black haired man grimaced in fright, frowning and backing away from me.
"Bloody hell, you do know how to scream." The redhead joked with laughter, appearing out of nowhere.
"What the hell does that supposes to mean?" I said sitting on my heels still kneeling on the dirty floor of the alley. I was angry, too angry. I didn't understand anything that what had happened. Who were these people? Who were the men in the tunics? I was two drops away from my cup of patience for the day overflowing.
The girl Hermione smacked the redhead on the shoulder before approaching and kneeling in front of me. She placed her hand on my forehead, as if verifying my temperature. "Are you okay? I'm sorry about all of this, it wasn't our plan to do it this way."
I nodded frowning and I moaned again in pain. There I realized that the chestnut haired girl had not checked my temperature, I had a deep cut on the forehead and she was watching it very carefully. As any nurse or doctor would. Was she one of the two?
"It's okey, we don't want to hurt you." Hermione smiled sweetly and patiently before turning to the dark haired man. "We have to take her to Grimmauld and heal her wounds, she has a deep cut on her arm and on her forehead, burns on her legs and I think her left wrist is sprained."
I frowned even more when my head began to ache at the same time that the black haired man ran a hand through his hair, ruffled it and sighed. "Sirius is going to kill us."
The redhead shook his head, raising his hands in surrender. "Oh no, mate, this was your idea."
"Harry!" Hermione shouted at the black haired man before the chase between the two men began. She looked at me and protested, "Men." I smiled amused, but then I moaned again when I felt the twinge in my arm. "Come on, we're going to heal you, put you on clean clothes, maybe a bath, and then we'll explain this whole mess to you, okay?" She circled my waist helping me to stand up. I felt a bit intimidated, not only because of her actions but because of the tone of her voice, so sweet and tender. This woman was born to be a nurse or a doctor - or something like that. She was just too kind for what I was used to.
"Can she Appeared?" The redhead asked, still throwing punches with Harry.
I looked at him confused, leaning a little on Hermione. My legs were burning. "Excuse me?"
The brunette snorted in protest. "Ron, sometimes I wonder if you really say things without thinking, and at times like this, I see that you do." The dark haired man laughed quite audibly, earning another punch to the shoulder by the redhead. "Don't worry, the explanations will come. First, I need to heal your wounds, okay?"
I nodded. Hermione started walking at my pace, knowing that the burns on my legs ached, especially one on my right ankle. Harry and Ron went ahead of us at a slightly faster pace. Clearly, none had been hurt by whatever had happened at the bar. Hermione, however, also had a cut on her arm, which I pointed to while walking down a lonely street. It was late at night. And it was cold, too cold.
"It's okay, it's nothing." She shrugged off. "I worry more about yours."
"Are they that serious?"
"No. Thank God, no."
"So, do you need to heal them for my health, or for that Sirius?"
Hermione let out a laugh. "Of course for your health."
I nodded. "Who is this Sirius and why is he going to get mad at all this?"
She looked at me, smiled and said nothing. I was beginning to get frustrated. Those three people walked in complete silence, as if they were heading to their own purgatory. But I wanted answers. The day had started badly and with everything that had happened, including my aching body, tired and almost frozen from the cold, it had not improved. It was not over yet, but something told me that it would not end in the best way either.
Sirius... It was a name too strange and unusual. Would he be that angry about what had happened? What did that man have to do with all this? Had he sent them? Did I know him in person? That is, if he had gone to the restaurant, maybe I could recognize his face.
"How does he look like?" Hermione looked away to the floor. "Physically, I mean, maybe he was once at the restaurant and I could probably remember him."
"Do you remember us?" I looked at her confused. "Do you think this is the first time we go there?"
I shook my head considering what she had said. So they had gone to the restaurant other times. Why didn't I remember them? "No, not from the restaurant, but you do look familiar." She smiled at me again and said nothing more for a few minutes.
I sighed again. "You plan to make me wait to explain what happened at the restaurant, isn't it?"
The brunette smiled nodding. "You're smart."
"Thanks, I guess."
"Just promise that you'll listen carefully to all the explanations and then judge, okay?"
"Only if you promise to be completely honest, I hate lies."
She smiled at me openly. "Of course." She held out her hand to seal the promise and I took it with a bit of slowness. I didn't want to admit it out loud, but I felt a little weak. And Hermione had realized that. "A couple of meters, and we will get there." She said by way of consolation.
And thank God, she was right. Harry and Ron stopped in the middle of the entrances to two old houses with unkept gardens. The numbers 11 and 13 stood out to the right of each door. I looked at them confused.
"And what happened to the number 12? Did it disappear by magic?" I asked wanting to put a little humor to the silence.
My three companions laughed just as the ground began to shake. The fun completely went away from my face, but not from theirs.
I watched in astonishment as a space opened between houses 11 and 13 and a house appeared as it extended. It was impressive, and when I saw the number 12 appear before my eyes, I understood. How had I not noticed before? How had I been so blind? Their names, for God's sake, were so obvious!
"Oh, shit!" I turned to them, I had not realized that I had walked to the small grate of the house that appeared in front of me. Everything made sense. The colored lights, the appear from one place to another. Their names, Holy God! "You are Harry Potter!" I almost shouted pointing at the dark haired man. He smiled at me, running a hand through his hair that miraculously remained tied. "Hermione Granger! Ronald Weasley!" Both greeted me with a half-smiling shake of their hand.
"I prefer Ron, thank you." The red man joked putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Harry laughed amused as Hermione shook her head trying to hide her smile.
I did not know whether to hit him or laugh too. I looked back at the house still dazed and in that moment, I realized another question.
"Sirius... Sirius Black!" I screamed, looking at them again. "But, he isn't..."
"Dead?" Harry interrupted me before shaking his head. "I'll just tell you that the books exaggerated too many things."
"Ally, do you remember what we promised?" Hermione approached me as if she was dealing with an animal that had been caged. But I was completely stunned when I realized everything. I nodded assimilating her words. "First your wounds and then the explanations, okay?"
I nodded again as Hermione led me to the door, where on her right the number 12 was inscribed on an iron plate. When we approached, I could distinguish the figure of a snake, molding the shape of the number 12. Very Slytherin. I shook my head. All this had to be a joke. Or a dream, and a very deep one. Years had passed since I had last read those books. Years and years since I last read something that had to do with fantasies. I had come to believe that all those novels and stories, of which I fell in love, became obsessed and came to believe that they were possible at some point, were pure story. Real life was painfully raw. All this couldn't be real, could it?
Hermione opened the door and entered pushing me with her. I looked stunned around me. Definitely, it was not what I expected. On the outside, the house looked abandoned, not so much compared to the neighboring houses, but it was noticeable that it was a place worn out by the passage of time. But inside, it was very different. The red and yellow colors and a black carpet greeted you to Grimmauld Place in a very friendly way. Everything looked clean and curiously warm and cheerful thanks to the photos that filled the left wall until you reach the other end where you could see the entrance to the dining room. Photos. That moved. This had to be a dream. A first door burst through the collection of photos in the middle of that corridor and opened onto a gigantic library where a sofa and a small table were a few meters from the fireplace that was lit and warmed that room. I don't know at what moment, but my body came into that place by itself. My heart kept beating wildly in my chest. Everything felt so strange. So familiar. As if at some point I have been there. I knew that place. Although, it was impossible, right?
I practically didn't even hear what Hermione was saying when I got to the back of the sofa and ran my hand over it. So familiar that I wanted to cry, and I didn't understand why. I didn't understand why my legs were shaking and my hands and forehead were sweating.
We were all inside that room, when the voice of a man was heard.
"Harry James Potter, I hope you have a very good explanation for..." The voice stopped as I turned to see the owner of the voice.
Beautiful gray eyes looked at me with astonishment and incredulity. The man was a few inches shorter than Harry, and his hair, which was also tied and it looked too well for him, was a deep black. I understood where Harry had taken the hair style. The man wore a long black cloak that reached over his feet where elegant black men's shoes stood out and two red strips and a badge that I did not know what it meant adorned the right side of his cloak. His beard made him look even more manly and handsome. Too handsome. This man was everything and more than I could ever imagine what Sirius Orion Black would look like.
I began to feel the beating of my heart in my ears and when he opened his mouth to say something in my direction, everything went black. But the memory of those gray eyes fixed on mine accompanied me to the darkness.
Hello, people!
THIS CRAZY GIRL IS BACK!
First I want to clarify that I started this story in first person (from my OC's view) because that's how I got inspired and started writing it, but I don't know if it will stay that way. I crave too much to write how my men feel as situations go by, so we'll see. ;)
Second, I was inspired to write this story after reading "The Debt of Time." It's the best "marauders" fic I've ever read. So this story will have the use of "time-turners" and that. :)
And third, please, forgive me if you find some mistakes in the writing... Like I said, I'm not English, and I'm translating this by my own.
Leave a review to know if you are interested, if you have opinions of the story and that. :P
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Love ya 'all.
Peace Out.
Laysa L'espoir.