When I Said I'll Never Let You Go

by warmshivers

I've fallen in love with my character and I haven't even given her any dialogue yet. I just see her in my head and everything I want her to be and I really hope you give her and Sirius a chance. Her name is Evelyn Lauter. She is a Gryffindor. She is best friends with Lily Evans and is living with the Evan's family since her parents were murdered by Death Eaters. Rating JUST IN CASE

1. Preface

When I Said I'll Never Let You Go
A Sirius Fanfiction
*giggles*

Preface

Lily, James, and baby Harry,

I've sent this with Sirius because I know I cannot tell you in person what has happened. I wish I could see the look on your faces! I do rather miss you. All of you. I wish to see Harry once more. But no matter. I suppose I must suffer though this. And the moment this war is over, I will see you and we can all play a game of Exploding Snaps just for the hell of it.

Right, on with the news.

As you know-as you have known, I should say, since sixth year-I quite fancy Sirius Black. Had you told me the summer before, when I was smitten with Krum and considering Beauxbaatons after graduation, I would have said you were mental and never would I have guessed that now, at this moment of sitting in my flat, Sirius sleeping next to me, I would be the one completely crazy.

Because I do believe love does that to a person. I'm absolutely batty. No one has ever made me happier. Falling asleep next to him, waking up the same way. When he kisses me, and I kid you not, I feel as if I can take on He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself. If it would save Sirius, I would do it. If it would save us all, I would. I just wish for this war to end because it had ruined everything we've ever known.

Except for love. You love each other. You love Harry. Sirius and I have one another. That's the one this we have on him. Love. No one loves him. His followers fear him. But feel no love. We feel love. We share it. It's what has kept us alive. And will keep us alive long after we are gone.

Bloody hell, I'm a rambling, blubbering mess. So emotional. I can't help it. Everything seems so fragile. I don't want to break anything. Or lose anything. At least not without proper closure.

Dorcas was our friend. As strong and well trained as any of the rest of us. And she's gone. If even soft spoken, enduring Dorcas isn't safe then who is? Not me. Not you guys. Not Sirius.

Sirius. He's why I'm writing to you. He asked me to marry him last night. The ring is gorgeous, I do wish you could see it. I'd consider sending it with him to show you but I don't think I'll ever let it out of my sight.

We haven't set a date. We want you to be there as our Maid of honor and best man. Harry can carry the rings, of course. He can do bloody hell what he wants, the spoiled little brat. I miss him.

And I don't care. It doesn't matter when we get married. All it is is a name change. And I don't need to be Evelyn Black to know I want to spend the rest of my life, whether it be 70 more years or 70 more seconds, with him by my side. I will die knowing that I have loved Sirius Black with my whole heart. And that's all I could want, really.

That and to see my Godson.

Sorry, I've developed a slight obsession with Harry. I speak to Sirius of him constantly. I wish I could see him. When this is all over, I shall have him for a week and I don't even know if you'll be able to have him back then.

I shall take him on my honeymoon. I don't care what Sirius thinks of that. He actually probably wouldn't mind.

I hope all is well. I love you.

In all sincerity,

Evelyn Lauter-Black