Author's Note: Right then! Hi, everyone! I doubt anyone's sticking with me this long, since I haven't written anyhting worth reading since like... '04? I dunno. But anyways, I'm re-writing "Everybody Needs Somebody." I've changed the plot some, changed a few characters, and the original outcome. Yesterday I just had a huge epiphany after I finished a week of reading Harry Potter. I read the last three books in a week. Then I remembered this story and I had to write it over again. I think I owed it to myself. Anyway, it doesn't really matter to me if you absolutely loathe this, I wrote it for me and me only. So there. And if you do enjoy this, then tell me, please. I like positive feedback & constructive criticism. I guess that's it. So, here's my second go at a Sirius romance story. Enjoy!
Thinking it over, I could've changed a lot of things in my life. Studying harder would've helped, obeying the rules too. But despite the fact that I didn't do the "right thing" at every given opportunity, I have still managed to live an incredibly successful life. Though I did not get to see him grow up, I have had the immense joy of seeing my nephew smile. My brother and the best friend I ever had were married, not to mention I had a magnificent wedding with the love of my life. We never had children in the short time we spent together, but those thirty-five months of wedded bliss were enough to last a lifetime for us both. I could have changed many things in my life. They might have even changed the fate of those whom I loved.
Like any human being, I have my regrets. Most of them insignificant, like "I should have told my mother I took her jewellery to school and then lost it. The house elf didn't steal it," or "She should've known that her dress did make her look fat." I think, however, the one mistake I made that matters was not telling my husband how much I loved him everyday. He was perfect everyday, even if he nearly set our flat on fire, even if he accidentally sold my favourite china, or asked why I couldn't be more like my sister-in-law. Even when he was absolutely horrible to me, I adored him. But a day didn't go by in our relationship when I wondered why he would even consider me. I wasn't worthy of his love. He worshipped me and made me feel more wanted and loved than I had ever felt before. And I always wondered, "Why me? He must be under the Imperius Curse to love me the way he does." After the birth of our nephew, I asked him the question that had plagued me for years. His reply was simple.
"You saved me."
And the more I thought about it, the more I had realised he was right. I had saved him. His family abandoned him, they abhorred him for being the person he was. Of course, he had had friends like my brother to keep him from going off the edge, but he told me it was the love I always gave him that kept him sane. But as much as I had saved him, he saved me as well. Though my problems were nowhere near as colossal as his, he always reassured me with a pat on the head, a smile, a loving embrace, or a cheeky joke. I knew I could always count on him to keep me happy, keep me smiling regardless of the circumstances.
Our love story has a most tragic ending. Though it is not as well-known and celebrated as the tale of Romeo & Juliet, it needs to be told. If you will permit me, I will tell the story of me and the man I loved, Sirius Orion Black.