Hey, everyone! This is a series of one-shots based off of Disney movies. Each chapter will be a different story based off of a different movie. I chose seven of the movies, the ones I could fit best to a story, and each has a different character being my OC. All of the OC's are different, but each story is Sirius/OC in some sense.

-Veronica

Summary: When Sirius helps out a woman who is running from trouble, he finds out more about her life slowly, and thinks it's no way to live. After a beautiful night, what will he do to get her to stay with him?

Disclaimer: I don't own Lady and the Tramp, Harry Potter or any Walt Disney movie!

Lady and the Tramp

Sirius was with James when it happened. They were just walking down Diagon Alley on a Saturday; shopping for things they needed like more potion ingredients and things like that—at Lily's request. Being nine months pregnant and only two weeks from her due date limited what she could be exposed to and where she could go. It was difficult for her to Floo or Apparate, so she sent the boys on errands for her.

They had decided to get some ice cream, and got to sit outside on the veranda seats. They were just finishing up ice cream sundaes, and had in fact already paid. As they went back in the street to head back to the Leaky Cauldron, Sirius didn't notice as a woman ran toward them, and accidentally knocked into him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I—"

The woman seemed frantic, looking behind her fearfully. Her mouth was moving a mile a minute, but honestly no sound was coming out.

"What's wrong, why can't you talk?" Sirius asked. They took her inside Florean Fortescue's to sit down, drawing some attention from the people inside. They managed to calm her down and wiped the tears from her frightened light blue eyes. Her sun-kissed brown hair was windswept from running and her peach skin was flushed.

"Just calm down, what happened?" James asked. The woman breathed deeply and started to talk, but still words didn't come out. She suddenly glanced, wide eyed, at something outside. She gasped, without sound, and whirled around to not be seen.

James and Sirius saw outside a woman with short grey hair. She was holding her wand with menacing grey eyes. Her robes were light purple and her body was plump and tall. She looked mean. She looked like someone to be scared of, like this poor girl so obviously was.

The woman passed after a moment and James told the girl she could turn back around. She did so, slowly.

"What's your name?" Sirius asked. She mouthed something, and frowned.

"She can't talk, you dolt." James said, procuring a quill and ink with his wand. He took a napkin and said, "Write your name on here."

Lyla.

"Lyla, what a lovely name. Now who was that woman?" Sirius asked.

My evil stepmum.

Sirius smiled and asked, "Why were you running?"

She only put three dots.

"And you can't speak at all?"

She cast a silencing spell on me. It's very strong, but the counter curse is the same.

Sirius tried Finite Incantatum a few times before it actually worked. She breathed out a sigh of relief and turned to him, "Thank you so much, umm… I didn't catch either of your names."

"Sirius Black," Sirius introduced himself. Lyla offered her hand, and he shook it, smiling.

"James Potter," James said, also shaking her hand.

"I'm Lyla Reynolds," she said. Her voice was soft, but not quiet. She sounded polite and proper. She even looked like a lady, as soon as she tucked her hair behind her ears and straightened her back. She smiled her very pink lips at them, revealing pristine white teeth. "I want to properly thank you both for your troubles. I probably would have gotten caught if it weren't for you both."

"Why was your stepmum after you?"

"Well my father is away, and he doesn't think I can take care of myself so he always has my stepmum keep a very watchful eye on me. I did something to upset her so she put a silencing charm on me and then I ran away."

"Do you not like your parents much?" Sirius asked.

Lyla shrugged, "My mum died when I was little, and since my dad remarried, they've treated me like I'm still a child. They don't trust me much."

"Well you seem very reformed and ladylike." James commented.

She was lost for words and only shrugged. "Well I'd like to buy you dinner or something, for your trouble."

"Oh, no, no." Sirius said, "If anything, I would love to take you out to dinner tonight. You seem very flustered still; I'd like to take things off your mind."

James resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead said, "Sirius is a good man. He'll take care of you. Pads, I have to get back to Lily. It's almost supper, she'll be worried."

"Of course you do." Sirius said, handing him the two bags he had in his hands, "I'll see you later."

"It was nice to meet you, Lyla." James said.

"Likewise," she smiled, shaking his hand again.

James Apparated off and Sirius told Lyla, "He's got a pregnant wife at home, and we were running errands for her today."

"That's understandable," she nodded, "Would you like to get that dinner now?"

"Of course. I know just the place. It's down a ways away from Diagon Alley."

They got up and began to walk in the direction of The Leaky Cauldron.

"Is it in Muggle London?" she asked.

"Yes, and I think you'll love it," then he asked, "So you still live with your family?"

"While I'm going through Healer training, yes. I can't afford to be a full time student and get a flat too, since I have no money yet."

"Is it unbearable?"

"At times, absolutely. I'd love nothing more than to move out. They're overbearing and nasty sometimes… What about your parents?" she asked.

"My parents are evil…"

She laughed, "Like my stepmum."

Sirius smiled and nodded, "They are pureblood supremacists. They aren't Death Eaters, but they definitely condone what You-Know-Who thinks."

"My parents are liberal; they don't have much of a side."

"Well mine are all for the purification of the wizarding race, of the world. I got sorted into Gryffindor while they've all been Slytherins, and they've practically disowned me since. I ran away when I was sixteen and haven't seen them since."

"I'm so sorry… They seem awful."

Sirius nodded grimly, "They are. My entire family has been like that, except for the occasional good ones like me. But my family now, my family is my friends. James and his wife Lily, and our two good friends Peter and Remus. The entire Order of the Phoenix is like a family, have you heard of us?"

"Yes, your organization. I've wanted to join, but I can't really live my own life."

"You should set yourself free." He said, "Try to live on your own. Things will work out better for you."

"I would, but I have a money issue. I am a full time student and I don't have time to work, so I don't have money to pay for anything."

"Well I'm sure they would give you money for a flat."

She shook her head, "Like I said: they're overbearing. They are demanding and they want to render me helpless to myself for as long as possible."

They walked out of the Leaky Cauldron and into Muggle London. He walked them down the street and into a more crowded place. They were attracting a lot of attention, and everyone had stopped to look at the handsome, aristocratic wizard and the proper lady on his arm. It was England, but they looked like they were from a century earlier.

Sirius said, "I'm sure you have a friend who would let you stay at their home for free."

"I doubt it. No one lets you do anything for free anymore."

He nodded because he knew it was true. He wanted to offer his own house to her because she was in need, but she might think he was crazy since they had only known each other for about twenty minutes. If they got to know each other well over dinner, he might offer it to her then.

It was silent, so he changed the subject, "So what House were you in at Hogwarts?"

"Ravenclaw," she answered, "What year were you?"

"I graduated in '78. What about you?"

"'79." She said.

"I don't remember you much…"

"I was the commentator for Quidditch games," she stated, "Until my third year, your fourth, when I lost my voice terribly and they found someone better."

"Right, I remember you. You used to be so loud."

She smiled slightly, "I'm also the one who got hit with a Bludger in the last game I commentated on and that's when I lost my voice."

"Right, something with the vocal chords." He said, but he really wasn't sure. He was only guessing.

"No, actually. While I was recovering in the Hospital Wing, I caught some sort of mutated laryngitis disease and lost my voice," she said, and laughed. He joined along and drew odd stares from the London dwellers. "Are we almost there?"

"Almost," he nodded. They reached a rather welcoming alley to their right side. It wasn't deserted, which a few people milling about. They travelled down it and it soon became an enchanting sort of homey place.

The brick buildings were obviously flats and homes from the way the fire escapes were lined up and the clothes lines travelled from building to building, all with loads of laundry hanging to dry. Sirius led Lyla down until they reached different buildings. They weren't as high and their windows showed inside to things like clothing shops and restaurants.

"This is a good, comfortable neighborhood, and it's cute and old-fashioned." Sirius explained, "There are a lot of good restaurants here."

"Which are we going to eat at?" she asked.

He led her down the sidewalk and they reached a homey place called Tony's. The smells coming from inside were delicious. He walked her inside and smiled charmingly at the waitress in front, and she led them to a table. She was interrupted by the owner, though, Tony.

"Sirius!" he said, his Italian accent thick, "It's nice to see you here tonight!"

"It's nice to be here, Tony," Sirius responded.

"And who's this lovely lady?" Tony asked, kissing Lyla's hand.

Sirius told him, "This is Lyla, my beautiful date."

"She certainly is beautiful," he leaned in and said, "This one is a keeper!"

Sirius nodded and grinned.

"I'll get you a window seat!" Tony said, snatching the menus from the waitress. He led them to a table that had a perfect view of the rapidly darkening night sky. The crescent moon and all of the stars were clearly visible above the tall buildings. It was the best seat in the house, and all three of them knew it. "What looks good?"

"We'll have the spaghetti and meatballs, please, Tony."

"I'll get you that quickly. Anything for one of my best customers!" Tony smiled at them both and left.

"This one?" Lyla quoted him, smirking.

Sirius thought back on the words, and flustered, "Oh, umm, well… You know Tony. His English isn't so good!"

She giggled and they made small conversation until their food came. He asked Tony quietly if he could turn on some romantic music for them. Tony agreed for his good customer, and the band that was playing on the stage began to play a nice, slow song.

As the song progressed, they learned more about each other and their lives. When they were done eating, he ordered them desert of tiramisu. She wanted to pay half of the bill, but Sirius wouldn't let her pay, since he was treating her. That and he knew she had no money.

They took a walk after that. They walked through the neighborhood's streets, passing all the nice shops and homes. They walked with Lyla on Sirius's arm politely and he held her hand gently. It felt right with this girl next to him.

They walked into a park in the neighborhood. No children were out at the late hour and they were able to walk through the park without disruptions. They gazed at the beauty of the moon and sat on a bench together, not talking. They were just enjoying the silence of the night.

Lyla shivered and he leaned forward to take his jacket off. "Here," he said, handing her his leather jacket, "Wear this."

She accepted it gratefully and kissed him on the cheek. He turned his head though to look her in the eyes, and he kissed her lips gently.

"Sirius," she began, "Why don't we go back to your house?"

Sirius smiled and agreed, and the rest of the night was spent blissfully together. He at first thought she might not be so much of a lady to go home with someone on the first date, but then he figured that maybe she was just taking a chance, since she seemed so surprised with herself in the morning when the sun shining through the window woke them up.

Lyla sighed and opened her eyes. She turned her head to look at Sirius and grinned at him. He was still asleep, but when she shifted to curl into his side, he was jolted awake.

He smiled at her though, "Hello."

"Hi," she said softly. He pulled her close, though she resisted. "I really should be getting home. My stepmother is probably worried about me."

Sirius held her tighter, not wanting to let her go, "Don't you want to stay with me?"

"Of course I do, but I can't be here all morning," she answered, squirming in his arms.

"Well of course you can." Sirius told her, kissing the top of her head.

"I could, but I shouldn't."

"Why not?"

"Because I need to get home. My stepmum doesn't know where I'm at. The last time she saw me we were fighting and then she hasn't seen me since, she doesn't know where I am, she must be worried sick."

"You know, you could be living a whole different life out here. If you lived on your own, your life would be completely different. You wouldn't have to report back to anybody about where you're going. You could do what you want."

"Well I can't, Sirius, I've told you that." Lyla said, turning on her stomach to look at him.

"You could," he said, "Look at this. Look out the window. Look at the world out there."

She turned her head and looked out the window. It was just the dreary London cityscape. People were passing by in cars and on foot. Usually it was sort of sunny out, since it was July. But there was the occasional shower, like today, making everything gray and wet.

"Well you know my given circumstances. It would be difficult to live on my own."

"Look, Lyla, if you live on your own, you could honestly do anything. I highly encourage it. You can wake up when you want, come home whenever. You could wear and say whatever you please. You can do whatever, be whoever you want to be. You can live a good, free life. It'll be better than the one you're living now."

She looked at him skeptically and drew her head in to his real close. Their lips were almost touching. She asked, "Sirius, are you inviting me to move in with you?"

He didn't answer. He really wanted that, but he was afraid of what she'd say. "I am if you want. I really would like you to, I… like you a lot."

She smiled and gave him a long kiss. "That's a yes," she whispered.

He grinned widely and pulled her closer, "I'll take you home when you want… To collect your things…"