Author's note: I'm writing a series of memories from the lives of Emmeline Vance and Sirius Black, focusing on their friendship, love, and inevitable break-up. I'm really drawn to this couple, so I decided to write about them. Some songs have inspired me, so I will incorporate that into the chapters that apply. I really appreciate any and all feedback, as long as its constructive. Thanks for your time!
Also, all things Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling.
Letters From The Sky
One day soon I'll hold you like the sun holds the moon
And we will hear those planes overhead and we won't have to be scared
We won't have to be scared, we won't have to be scared
Prologue
She had soft, cinnamon curls that hung loosely over her shoulders, warm, chocolate eyes that shined with happiness and honesty, and a smile that could dim the light of a thousand burning suns. Her voice was gentle as a cool, sea breeze on hot summer's day, and her hands were small and delicate and smelled of cherry blossom and soap. She could always be found in the company of a book or beneath an oak tree along the bank of the Black Lake. She nibbled on sugar quills as she took notes during class, and when she laughed, really laughed, she'd snort. She was smart but not arrogant. She was witty and knew how to take a joke. She was a lady, but a force when reckoned with. She was a Ravenclaw, and her name was Emmeline Vance.
He had those shaggy, aching-to-touch silky, raven socks that fell perfectly around his face, piercing liquid pools of stormy, grayish, blue eyes that glimmered with a contradictory of mischief and sincerity, and a charming smile that could melt cast-iron hearts. When he laughed, it erupted from the pit of his belly and bellowed, filling the air with authentic joy and honest rapture. He was never without three of his closest friends, all together known as the "Marauders", scheming or plotting some sort of prank to disrupt the rare occurrences of tranquility the school experienced. He never applied himself much, but he was a lot brighter than most his peers accredited him to be. He was stubborn and fiercely loyal, which made him a perfect Gryffindor, and his name was Sirius Black.
Together, they fostered a beautiful friendship, ignited a passionate romance, and inevitably suffered a downward spiral of pain, loss, and heartache.
They were both warriors to their cause and fought hard for what they believed in, whether it was The Order or their own love.
This is their story, in fragments, fleeting moments, frozen in time. Here are some glimpses into memories of their time together.
