DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or places.
However, anything not directly related to them are of my own creation, so
please do not steal them.
THE SILVER WOLF
CHAPTER 1 - Painful Memories
He held his breath, watching, waiting.
The pretty woman in the long, white bridal gown, now his best friend's wife, was about to throw the bouquet. Although he was the best man this was the moment he had waited for. He bit his lip with nerves as she tossed it behind her. It was caught by a girl with long black hair and sapphire eyes that were freckled with the deepest shade of blue he had ever seen. Oh, how well he knew those eyes!
The groom, the one with the untidy dark hair and brilliant green eyes, grinned at his bride and then at his best friend who was almost trembling with the tension of it all. The raven-haired girl looked down in surprise as the bouquet suddenly exploded in her hands leaving five words hanging on the air in rose petals: "Enyana - will you marry me?"
The surviving white rose in her hands immediately bloomed to reveal a sparkling engagement ring.
The girl stared speechless at it for a moment before announcing in a voice that threatened tears, 'Of course I will, Sirius, you silly bugger!' She threw her arms around his neck and sobbed happily into the shoulder of his best robes.
But laughs and sobs turned into screams of pain, horrible, twisted, elongated shrieks of his name, calling for him to help her. She was crumbling in his hands. He tried to stop it, tried to put her back together, but she just disintegrated more and more until she was nothing but a pile of ash on the floor. A pile of ash crowned by a silver necklace and a broken wand.
And in the background there was the cruel laughter of one who never laughed.
Sirius awoke with a start. He was drenched in cold sweat and shaking from head to foot. He hadn't had that dream for years. Hadn't even dared to think about Enyana while in Azkaban knowing what ammunition it would have given the Dementors.
But he missed her with every beat of his heart and she was not willing to leave his thoughts to rest, so he set about thinking over that last fateful night as if to find some clue he had missed before.
He had been out all night celebrating with James. His son, Harry, had just been born so it was a true cause to get well and truly hammered in the name of wetting the baby's head.
He dropped James off on his doorstep (literally) before muttering some excuse about going to see Enyana. It might be early in the morning, but if she'd got his owl she wouldn't be sleeping anyway. She'd also mentioned something about a meeting, so the chance was she was just as rat-arsed for the same reason. Most of her friends and family knew and liked James and Lily Potter and, just like him, it'd be a good excuse for a party.
Enyana had just finished Hogwarts. She had passed with flying colours both on and off the Quidditch pitch having led Ravenclaw to win the House Cup two years in a row as Captain. Half the teams in England had offered her a tryout and she was looking forward to giving it her best shot as a professional player.
He staggered off in the general direction of her house (which was thankfully quite near James's) humming loudly and tunelessly to himself. He didn't trust himself to Apparate in his present state - you never knew what might happen.
If he'd thought that the fresh air might clear his head he was painfully mistaken. If anything it made him feel more drunk. He tripped over a couple of curbs ('Damn Muggle things!') and flattened a few ornamental shrubs ('Shouldn't have got in my way, should ya!') before arriving in Enyana's street.
Almost immediately he could tell that something was wrong. People were crowding around her house, all pointing and talking. His heart turned to lead as he saw what they were pointing at. High above the house hovered a glittering green object in the shape of a skull with a snake for a tongue.
The Dark Mark.
The alcoholic haze fuzzing up his brain dispersed as he ran forward calling her name, first hoarsely then gaining strength, 'Enyana, En are you there?'
People stood aside for him, but for one right in front of the door who looked like a shaved gorilla in wizard's robes. Sirius's dark curls had fallen wildly across his face and the ape at the door stared at him suspiciously, 'Where's Enyana, is she okay?'
The man just carried on staring until another came out from behind him, 'It's all right, Ross, he's Sirius Black. My lad went to school with him. He didn't have anything to do with this.'
With what, he wanted to shout, but he had gone strangely numb. The second man was obviously from the Ministry, but he couldn't put a name to the face as the man put a hand around his shoulders. Instead he just asked, 'Enyana?'
'What was she to you, son?'
Was? 'My fiancée.' Sirius noticed for the first time that he had been skilfully steered away from the door.
The Ministry wizard patted him on the back and shook his head. 'I'm so sorry,' he murmured.
'No!' he screamed. His head raging with grief and disbelief, he shook off the man's grip and ran into the house all the time calling her name, praying that she'd answer him. He stopped abrubtly at the entrance to the front room. Inside it was littered with bodies.
Time slowed down as he stared. All her family was there - mother, father, little brother Andras, Aunt Dorea and some friends, some who he knew, others he didn't. Their meeting appeared to have been terribly disturbed. He scanned all the dead faces but could find no trace of his love.
Something shiny caught his eye. He walked across the room, trying hard not to stare at the fear-frozen faces all around him, his shoes blasphemously loud against the wooden floorboards in the silent domain of death.
He bent down and saw what he had noticed half-buried in a small heap of dust. He gently grasped it and picked it up, a fine chain unravelling from within the ash. He recognized it at once. It was the silver locket he had given Enyana for her eighteenth birthday. He knew it from the picture of a wolf on the front. Enyana had always loved wolves, that's why she got on with Remus so well. She was one of the few who, apart from the rest of the Marauders, hadn't spurned him when she found out what he was. In fact it made them closer friends.
Her locket was bewitched to record the last words of love they said to each other. Tonight it read "Sirius, never forget me, I love you forever." They must have been nigh on her last words for only last night it had said something quite different.
Atop of the pile were the shards of a broken wand, the inner core of a type of hair now showing clearly, its magic expired with its owner. Enyana's wand. He held the locket close to his chest and wept tears of rage and grief that she could have been so quickly and forcefully taken from him. Tears that mingled with grey ash.
The man from the Ministry led him gently away. He never looked back. His last and lasting memory of her was a silver locket and a broken wand sitting on the cinders that had once been her beautiful body.
Tears rolled down Sirius's thin face at the painful memory of it. Even after all these years the grief had not dulled. He had a lot of vengeance to take for one so young, first Wormtail for Lily and James and then Enyana's killers, I they were still around. He had a fair idea that they were, one at least. One who'd wanted to punish Enyana for spurning him, the one who's laugh echoed in his dreams. Now that would be the sweetest revenge of all.
please do not steal them.
THE SILVER WOLF
CHAPTER 1 - Painful Memories
He held his breath, watching, waiting.
The pretty woman in the long, white bridal gown, now his best friend's wife, was about to throw the bouquet. Although he was the best man this was the moment he had waited for. He bit his lip with nerves as she tossed it behind her. It was caught by a girl with long black hair and sapphire eyes that were freckled with the deepest shade of blue he had ever seen. Oh, how well he knew those eyes!
The groom, the one with the untidy dark hair and brilliant green eyes, grinned at his bride and then at his best friend who was almost trembling with the tension of it all. The raven-haired girl looked down in surprise as the bouquet suddenly exploded in her hands leaving five words hanging on the air in rose petals: "Enyana - will you marry me?"
The surviving white rose in her hands immediately bloomed to reveal a sparkling engagement ring.
The girl stared speechless at it for a moment before announcing in a voice that threatened tears, 'Of course I will, Sirius, you silly bugger!' She threw her arms around his neck and sobbed happily into the shoulder of his best robes.
But laughs and sobs turned into screams of pain, horrible, twisted, elongated shrieks of his name, calling for him to help her. She was crumbling in his hands. He tried to stop it, tried to put her back together, but she just disintegrated more and more until she was nothing but a pile of ash on the floor. A pile of ash crowned by a silver necklace and a broken wand.
And in the background there was the cruel laughter of one who never laughed.
Sirius awoke with a start. He was drenched in cold sweat and shaking from head to foot. He hadn't had that dream for years. Hadn't even dared to think about Enyana while in Azkaban knowing what ammunition it would have given the Dementors.
But he missed her with every beat of his heart and she was not willing to leave his thoughts to rest, so he set about thinking over that last fateful night as if to find some clue he had missed before.
He had been out all night celebrating with James. His son, Harry, had just been born so it was a true cause to get well and truly hammered in the name of wetting the baby's head.
He dropped James off on his doorstep (literally) before muttering some excuse about going to see Enyana. It might be early in the morning, but if she'd got his owl she wouldn't be sleeping anyway. She'd also mentioned something about a meeting, so the chance was she was just as rat-arsed for the same reason. Most of her friends and family knew and liked James and Lily Potter and, just like him, it'd be a good excuse for a party.
Enyana had just finished Hogwarts. She had passed with flying colours both on and off the Quidditch pitch having led Ravenclaw to win the House Cup two years in a row as Captain. Half the teams in England had offered her a tryout and she was looking forward to giving it her best shot as a professional player.
He staggered off in the general direction of her house (which was thankfully quite near James's) humming loudly and tunelessly to himself. He didn't trust himself to Apparate in his present state - you never knew what might happen.
If he'd thought that the fresh air might clear his head he was painfully mistaken. If anything it made him feel more drunk. He tripped over a couple of curbs ('Damn Muggle things!') and flattened a few ornamental shrubs ('Shouldn't have got in my way, should ya!') before arriving in Enyana's street.
Almost immediately he could tell that something was wrong. People were crowding around her house, all pointing and talking. His heart turned to lead as he saw what they were pointing at. High above the house hovered a glittering green object in the shape of a skull with a snake for a tongue.
The Dark Mark.
The alcoholic haze fuzzing up his brain dispersed as he ran forward calling her name, first hoarsely then gaining strength, 'Enyana, En are you there?'
People stood aside for him, but for one right in front of the door who looked like a shaved gorilla in wizard's robes. Sirius's dark curls had fallen wildly across his face and the ape at the door stared at him suspiciously, 'Where's Enyana, is she okay?'
The man just carried on staring until another came out from behind him, 'It's all right, Ross, he's Sirius Black. My lad went to school with him. He didn't have anything to do with this.'
With what, he wanted to shout, but he had gone strangely numb. The second man was obviously from the Ministry, but he couldn't put a name to the face as the man put a hand around his shoulders. Instead he just asked, 'Enyana?'
'What was she to you, son?'
Was? 'My fiancée.' Sirius noticed for the first time that he had been skilfully steered away from the door.
The Ministry wizard patted him on the back and shook his head. 'I'm so sorry,' he murmured.
'No!' he screamed. His head raging with grief and disbelief, he shook off the man's grip and ran into the house all the time calling her name, praying that she'd answer him. He stopped abrubtly at the entrance to the front room. Inside it was littered with bodies.
Time slowed down as he stared. All her family was there - mother, father, little brother Andras, Aunt Dorea and some friends, some who he knew, others he didn't. Their meeting appeared to have been terribly disturbed. He scanned all the dead faces but could find no trace of his love.
Something shiny caught his eye. He walked across the room, trying hard not to stare at the fear-frozen faces all around him, his shoes blasphemously loud against the wooden floorboards in the silent domain of death.
He bent down and saw what he had noticed half-buried in a small heap of dust. He gently grasped it and picked it up, a fine chain unravelling from within the ash. He recognized it at once. It was the silver locket he had given Enyana for her eighteenth birthday. He knew it from the picture of a wolf on the front. Enyana had always loved wolves, that's why she got on with Remus so well. She was one of the few who, apart from the rest of the Marauders, hadn't spurned him when she found out what he was. In fact it made them closer friends.
Her locket was bewitched to record the last words of love they said to each other. Tonight it read "Sirius, never forget me, I love you forever." They must have been nigh on her last words for only last night it had said something quite different.
Atop of the pile were the shards of a broken wand, the inner core of a type of hair now showing clearly, its magic expired with its owner. Enyana's wand. He held the locket close to his chest and wept tears of rage and grief that she could have been so quickly and forcefully taken from him. Tears that mingled with grey ash.
The man from the Ministry led him gently away. He never looked back. His last and lasting memory of her was a silver locket and a broken wand sitting on the cinders that had once been her beautiful body.
Tears rolled down Sirius's thin face at the painful memory of it. Even after all these years the grief had not dulled. He had a lot of vengeance to take for one so young, first Wormtail for Lily and James and then Enyana's killers, I they were still around. He had a fair idea that they were, one at least. One who'd wanted to punish Enyana for spurning him, the one who's laugh echoed in his dreams. Now that would be the sweetest revenge of all.