Heart Attack
By:MarshmellowsAreBunniesArses
Sirius forced a yawn, and stretched his arm over the brunette-of-the-week's shoulder. She agreed a bit too enthusiastically and pushed herself – if possible - further into his side.
He internally grimaced, but he knew the rewards were rather satisfying. This one had taken him about twenty minutes of back and forth meaningless, stupid flirting to get her to agree to a date. He didn't even know why she bothered, they both knew she was going to say yes anyway.
New record.
Most took him about five to ten minutes to conquer, but, on the rare occasion, they simply refused to even be within ten feet of his presence.
He looked outside of of the carriage to see his favorite partner in crime nearly bouncing in excitement next to a disgruntled looking Evans.
Lillieth Marie Evans. Now that was a fine piece of female specimen, but too much, he had decided a long time ago. If his charm didn't work the first time around, he reasoned, she was either high maintenance - something he just didn't do – or lesbian.
Not surprisingly, she was the former. Lily was better suited for someone like James, who practically worshiped the ground she walked on. But she just hadn't figured it out.
Yet. He gave them until the end of the year, then they'd be popping out kids faster than Molly Weasley.
Sirius mentally shook his head to rid himself of all thoughts, and tried to focus on the task at hand. He threw a charming smile at the brunette – Charlotte was it? - that had her melting in her deathly four inch heels. The carriages jolted forward and had them both thrown flat on their faces.
A few minutes later, she was still grumbling about how her hair was messed up. "It's fine, honey," he tried to reassure her. The constant high shrill voice was giving him a migraine.
"You really think so?" She fluttered her mascara covered eyelashes at him.
"Of course!" And it was true, with all of the hairspray applied, the hairdo could probably withstand a bulldozer.
The carriages stuttered to a halt and he helped Charlotte out. "Go on to Madam Puddifoot's, I'll be right behind you."
She nodded and walked away with a noticeable sway to her hips that caused heads to turn. Sirius snorted; she'd probably jump the next willing guy at the first chance.
He walked swiftly to The Three Broomsticks and sat down in his usual spot. "Rosmerta!" He yelled across the room to her, "One butterbeer! Please!" He added as an after thought.
She smiled in response and after various detours caused by needy costumers, she reached him. "Another one of those dates?"
"Nope," he said, popping the 'p'. "This is my preparation drink. I'll be back afterward for something a bit stronger, say firewhisky?"
Rosmerta shook her head in disgust. "Don't know why you go out with those girls, or what you see in them."
Sirius shook his head. "It's not about the girl, it's about the challenge. Maybe when I meet one who'll give me one, I'll think about settling down."
"Challenge? What challenge? Most girls throw themselves at your feet!"
"Exactly. No challenge. I'm still waiting for one."
"What about that one girl Lily Evans? Seems to me as if she'd be a worthy challenge."
"Oh, no. She's not my type, and already taken."
"She's not dating anyone, as far as I'm aware."
"Have you seriously not noticed the way James looks at her? He's already planning their wedding and their children's names. Any way, even if I wanted to, you know the saying. 'Bros before hos.'"
Rosmerta snorted. "One day this is going to bite you in the arse."
"Maybe, but for now, I'll try to make the best of everything." He reached into his pocket and tossed her a galleon. "For all your troubles."
She shook her head in the negative and pushed it back into his hand. "For all of your soon to be problems."
Sirius flashed her a toothy grin and stood up. "Wish me luck."
"Oh, trust me, I do Sirius. Every time you walk in here and every time you walk out." She waved him good-bye before turning back to her never-ending costumers.
A couple of streets later, he stood in front of the very doors of hell. He braced himself for the suffocating clouds of perfume and the shock of pink that was sure to hit him as soon as he walked inside.
Suffice to say, he wasn't disappointed.
The brunette sat in a corner -for privacy- he supposed. She waved him over, scooted over and patted the space on the bench next to her.
"I ordered us two coffees and some biscuits. I hope you don't mind."
"That's perfect." He stared at the woman next to him (she couldn't be considered a girl anymore because of certain attributes) and was positive that her outer demeanor reflected her inner one perfectly. A bimbo, a ditz, somebody superficial.
No hidden layers.
Again.
Twenty painstakingly long minutes later, they walked out of the cafe. Sirius turned to her and peeled her away from him. "See you tonight." The bird nodded and turned around to leave at the clear dismissal.
He whistled as he walked toward The Three Broomsticks with his hands smashed in his pockets. He was quite ready for that shot of firewhisky he'd promised Rosmerta he'd come for. Just as he turned the street he was blocked by a mass of people surrounding something.
"Where'd she-" He caught snippets of conversation.
"She's so-"
"Someone call a-" At those words he pushed through the crowd and was shocked to see a girl around his age on the ground.
But that wasn't what worried him. There was a crimson pool around her and through her ripped rags (her clothing) one could see her ribs. Her cheeks were sunken in and there were purple bags beneath her eyes. It was obvious she had been through a lot.
He dropped to his knees next to her and cradled her head in his lap. "Quick! Someone go get Evans or James!" Sirius pressed the sleeve of his sweater to the girl's arm where the blood was seeping from. He pulled away his arm once it was soaked and looked around frantically for something, anything to stop the blood flow and looked back at her arm.
MUDBLOOD.
He drew in a shaky breath. Suddenly, the work of Voldemort hit so much closer to home. That monster had taken his brother away from him and now -whoever this girl was- had destroyed another family.
"Black! What did you do to her?!" A certain red-head yelled.
"I didn't do anything. This is obviously the work of You-Know-Who." He indicated to her arm. Lily gasped; she was muggleborn too.
"James!" She yelled to her fellow head who was still struggling in the crowd. "Call the Headmaster!"
The girl in his arms moved ever so slightly. "Harry . . . .Ron," she mumbled. She opened her eyes and appeared startled. "Where . . ."
Lily knelt down also and ran her hands through her bushy hair. "Shh. It's going to be alright. You're safe now. You're going to be alright." She whispered. "What's your name?"
"I'm . ." The girl drew in a breath as soon as she saw exactly who she was talking to. "Lily Evans." She breathed out.
Lily nodded, worried and confused. "Sirius Black," she continued. He nodded and the girl's face paled. "Damn." She said before she succumbed to unconsciousness.
Lily looked to him, and he was surprised to see tear streaks running down her face. "Did you know her?"
"No," he answered. "Did you?"
"No. I wonder how. . ."
"She knew us." He completed for her. Sirius looked around for James and was relieved to find a head of messy black hair running towards them with a tall figure with billowing robes behind him.
"What happened?" Dumbledore asked before running diagnostic spells over her. He kept a calm demeanor, but Sirius could see worry in his eyes.
"That's it, sir. We don't know." Lily said in a shaky voice.
"Very well," He said still muttering spells under his breath. "I will take her to the Hospital Wing, you may all continue with your activities." Dumbledore cast a Feather Light charm before scooping the girl up and apparating away.
Sirius stood up shakily and made his way to his previous destination and threw himself to the nearest seat. "Rosmerta! One shot firewhisky please!"
She nodded and quickly brought it to him, but as soon as she saw him, she went back to the counter and brought the whole bottle.
A/N: Well, here I am again with yet another story when I have yet to update my other stories. Damn. Review if you liked it, review if you didn't. If there are any mistakes, please inform me. Hope you all liked it. Sorry if I offended any brunettes, I myself am one, so yeah. No offense. And I apologize if you don't like the fact I made Sirius some what of a "player". Happy reading, M.A.B.A.
UPDATE 5/29/13: I was struck by an idea for this story, tell me whether or not you all like it, please? So, as you know, Hermione was sent back in time, but you don't know how or when. I was thinking (and it was oh so painful), what if she had been captured by some Death Eaters before being sent (for quite a while), she had gotten impregnated, and she doesn't know. Eh? What do you think? Leave it in a review!
