Okay I don't have a summery other than 'this is a SiriusxOC fic' The title has nothing to do with the song by the Script just so you know. The worlds of the title have more to do with the story line then the lyrics to the song.
Diclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the Script, Before the Worst (the song, I own this story though), or the Marauders (I wish I owned them... minus Peter) I do, however, own Jillian and the plot to this story.
She met him before he went to school. She was nine, he was ten. She was humming and drawing swirls in the sand when he tumbled out of some bushes. He was running from his younger brother after playing a prank and somehow ended up in an empty park.
Flushed and out of breath, wanting to tell someone about his cleverness, he asked her if she could keep a secret. She nodded.
She giggled as he jumped around telling her the story, stretching the truth a bit at his brother's expense, then he asked her a confusing question. She looked at him, puzzled, cocking her head to the side tossing her strawberry curls.
"You are a muggle aren't you?" He asked, as if she knew what that was, "I've seen you before. Your parents are muggles too."
"What's a muggle?" She asked, dropping her stick.
"Non-magic people," He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Non-magic?" She asked, her purple eyes alight with curiosity, "What do you mean?"
He told her. He told her stories of witches and wizards (being too young to keep the secret). He told her that he was a wizard, he told her all about the world he lived in and things about creatures she had only heard of in fairy tales. They spent hours talking till she heard her mother call her from a distance.
She said goodbye and got up to go, but he stopped her.
"I'll see you tomorrow." He said, very seriously before bidding her farewell and sprinting back through the bushes.
She did see him tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day. Soon they became the best of friends. They learned each other's names on the second day and he did magic on the third. Completely by accident he turned her cloths yellow, her favorite color.
He told her how he was going to Hogwarts for school. He told her about his family, whom he hated even at an early age, and she told him everything. She kept his secret, both his magic secret and his prank secret, and every other secret he told her.
Then one day he came with his letter, beaming at her. She was happy for him and they laughed and jumped around playing witches and wizards. There were times when he would do magic on accident and make things float and turn things different colors. They had practiced on her cloths once and turned them ten different colors.
And all too soon he had to go to Hogwarts, the day before he left he visited her in the park. He was eleven, she was ten.
"You know," he started, as they swung on the swings, "there is a chance that you could be a witch."
This nearly shocked her off her swing, "What do you mean?" She asked, skidding to a stop.
He stopped too and looked at her, "You could still have magic," He said, "even if your parents are muggles."
She thought about it and he continued.
"There are plenty of muggle born witches and wizards out there," He said, as if trying to convince himself as well. She was still thinking, staring off into space. She was fantasizing. She was thinking about holding a wand like Sirius', or brewing a potion like the ones in his books. "You could be one too."
She looked at him, "Do you think so? Really?"
He nodded, "Will you try? When I'm off at school will you try?"
She bit her lip and nodded. He beamed and started going on about how he would write to her through the owl his parents had bought him and they could keep in touch that way, while she got lost in her thoughts of being magic like Sirius.
Then her mother called her from a distance, just like the first day only it was the last till next year.
She hopped up off the swing and turned to Sirius. He looked back at her through his steely gray eyes.
"Goodbye Sirius," she said as he got off his swing, "Have fun at Hogwarts."
He deliberated for a second, rocking on his heals before closing the distance between them and kissed her on the lips quickly.
"Don't forget to try, Jillian." He called as he ran off through the bushes.
Now if you do grace me with a review I would very much like your opinion on whether or not I should make Jillian a witch. I want to know what you want :) Review :)
