This story is based on my Original Characters Orion and Lia. Orion is Sirius Orion Black's grandson. His father James Black was raised in France by his grandmother Grace Black (pureblooded much to Sirius' annoyance as he couldn't rub it in his parent's faces). He was born at the end of July and also fit the prophecy of the chosen one. However, Voldemort never knew of him and therefore he lived a very normal life in France, meeting his wife who was a wealthy pureblood heiress. They had Orion and moved back to England a few years later. Orion befriended James Potter, Teddy Lupin, and Murphy Finnegan forming a new generation of Marauders which can be read about in my story Marauders Class of 2018 and My Heart Forever Lies in London.(in my mind, Harry and Ginny married right after the final battle which explains why James II is the same age as Teddy.) This is the sequel to those that can be read alone. It is based quite a bit, even with exact lines from, on Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the movie with Angelina Joli, and Brad Pit. So, I'm not really plagarizing, but i'm giving them the credit and changing the plot to suit my needs. Don't worry, it's original enough. And, it's not like i'm making money here. ENJOY and REVIEW!! Thanks!
Full Summary:
Orion Black is the best friend of James Sirius Potter, Teddy Lupin, and Murphy Finnigan, the grandson of Sirius Orion Black, and a recent graduate of the Auror Academy. He's been a lover of women his entire life, but when he falls hard for the first woman he ever gets serious about, it's a disaster. She's a pureblood manhunter who finds rich pureblooded men, tricks them into marrying her, and then makes off with their money. And she's systematic, using a timeturner to date them all at once. However, right as he's proposing to her, she is caught, and his heart is broken. Swearing off witches, he flees to France to join the FATs, French Auror Team. Once there however, he is also doing secret undercover work for his English boss, Harry Potter. On the very first of these missions he meets a beautiful muggle girl, Lia La'Blanc. The two become wrapped up in a whirlwind romance full of secrets and lies. She thinks he's a police officer, a muggle, and has no idea about the magical world he is a part of. She on the other hand is keeping secrets of her own. A pureblood witch who wants to avoid an arranged marriage and marry for love, she tells him she's a muggle doctor, while she is really a Bauxbatons graduate working as a healer. Only six months into their marriage, the charade of pretending to be muggles around each other is breaking down their relationship, and what will happen when they found out they have ended up with the exact type of people they wanted to avoid being with?
"Okay, Ryan and Lia Black," said the slightly balding French man wearing tan pants and a grey shirt. "Let's start out with why you're here."
"Okay, OK, I'll go first. Um... Let me say, uh, we don't really need to be here."
"It's a funny story," replied Lia.
"We were at a charity event, with an auction thingy," said Ryan.
"Our friends the Merchants, they live across the street, they invited us."
"Anyways, the grant lot was…errr…" he broke off suddenly.
"A mystery lot!" exclaimed Lia with a glare at her husband.
"Okay, well, I'll admit, I'd had a few," said Ryan.
"A FEW!"
"Okay, quite a few, and since it was close enough to walk and I wasn't appar, operating a moving vehicle home," said Ryan with a flinch. "I started bidding."
"Ryan here is a tad competitive," said Lia with a black glare at her husband who seemed to bite his tongue to keep from retorting.
"Anyways, the point is, four hundred Euros later we have the wonderful mystery lot…"
"Four sessions with Dr. Boucher," they said together with fake smiles.
" See, we've been married for five months, we don't need counseling," said the tall dark haired Ryan who looked cramped and uncomfortable in the small square chair he had been seated in. Fidgeting with his wedding ring nervously, the handsome man seemed to stumble over his words.
"Six," chastened his wife Lia.
"Thank you, five, six months," said Ryan with a slight look of annoyance at the beautiful dark haired woman in the chair next to him. While he was a bit messy, with his shaggy black hair, small amount of dark stuble, and his loosened tie, untucked shirt, and rolled up shirt sleeves, she was the picture of elegance in a dark skirt and a purple silk top with her long dark hair curled to perfection.
"So if you've been married five, six months and you are deliriously happy, why are you here in my office paying a hundred Euro an hour, when you probably could have sold it for at least two hundred and coped the rest of it as pure charity?" asked the marriage counselor with a look. Both of them fidgeted in their seats, Ryan visibly more so than his wife. "Exactly, now, on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the happiness of your marriage?"
"Eight," said Lia quickly. While Ryan seemed to ponder a second.
"Wait, could you clarify? Is ten the highest? Ten being perfectly happy and one being completely miserable or…"
"Just respond instinctively," said the marriage counselor.
Ryan looked at his wife, "Okay, ready?" he asked. She nodded slightly.
"Eight," they replied simultaneously, looking satisfied with themselves and both sitting a little taller. The marriage counselor looked between them, marking something on his chart.
"Okay, now, how's the sex?" he asked.
Lia's big silvery-blue eyes widened in alarm. "I'm sorry, I'm confused. Is this a one to ten thing or are you asking about our sex life?"
"Like in a week, how many times?"
"Is this including weekends?" asked Ryan looking as if he was thinking hard.
"If this is a one to ten thing, how does that work? Because technically, nothing would have to be… zero," said Lia.
"Yes, and if one was zero, then what's ten? Constant twenty-four hour a day, unrelenting, never stopping, even to eat?" asked Ryan with a devilish smirk and a wiggle of his eyebrows. Lia shot him a look and seemed to heave a giant mental sigh.
"It's not a one to ten scenario, it's a straight up question, how often do you have sex?" said the frustrated doctor. They looked at each other. Lia was a pale girl to begin with, but her complexion seemed to whiten even more, and even her cocky husband looked reluctant to answer.
"Okay, let's skip this question for now," said the doctor, obviously sensing he had stumbled across a roadblock. He made a few more marks on his clipboard. "Describe how you first met."
"It was at a bar," said Ryan.
"A pub," corrected Lia causing her husband to give her another seething look of annoyance.
"A bar pub, five six months ago," conceded Ryan causing her to roll her eyes.
"And what did you think when you first saw her?" asked the doctor.
"I thought," said Ryan blushing slightly and glancing at his wife. "I thought she looked like Christmas morning." Lia looked slightly pleased and smoothed her deep purple silk shirt a big as if to hide her smugness.
Orion Black was on a mission. He needed to focus. However, right now all he could seem to think about his love life. Correction, his unsuccessful love life. As the grandson and namesake of Sirius Orion Black he should have been the ultimate player in every right. He even looked like his grandfather in almost every way imaginable from the carelessly messy black hair to the smoldering silver eyes accented by dark lashes and slanting eyebrows. At six foot two, he was above average height, especially here in France, all these men were bloody ponces.
Stupid Ophelia, stupid witches, stupid love. He had been dating a beautiful pureblood witch the previous fall after meeting her at a wedding. She was beautiful, smart, powerful, pureblooded, refined, and everything he thought he wanted. He asked her to marry him, at yet another wedding of a friend they had both attended.
However, he had learned what a deceiving witch she was. She had been dating multiple men, using a timeturner to deceive them all. She had several ex husbands whom she married, and then tricked out of their money. As the next in line for the Black fortune, and a sizable inheritance from his pureblooded mother's side of the family in France, he would have been conned effectively by her beauty and cunningness. There was a reason he had never trusted Slytherins in school.
After the fiasco with Ophelia the Evil, he had sworn off witches. They were too complicated. They couldn't be trusted, you never knew when they were using their magic against you. Orion was never going to marry a witch, they were lying, manipulative, bitches. oweveHH HDressed in all dark clothing, black pants, leather jacket, grey shirt, black shoes, he stood up from the bar, slinging back the shot he had ordered and throwing it back without a wince before slamming it on the counter frustrated.
When he had signed up for the job working as an English auror in the French Auror Team, FAT for short, Orion hadn't realized how much extra stuff he would be doing, just for Mr. Potter. His boss Mr. Potter, not his best friend James. Like he would take orders from that schmuck. Stupid git married the girl of his dreams, and now Orion was all alone in his batchelorhood, well, okay, Teddy and Murphy, their other best friends were still single, but really. James had abandoned him for a WITCH! A WITCH! Maybe she-who-must-not-be-named-or-given-capitalization was a nice girl, brilliantly smart, and insanely beautiful, but that didn't excuse the fact she possessed manipulative magical abilities.
Frowning, more like scowling, he stalked out of the tavern. Back to his mission from Mr. Potter, kill the target, don't get caught. His target was the head of an underground organization that traded in dark objects, very dark objects. It was international, and so far, the only government that they hadn't royally pissed off was France, hence why the idiot leader was hiding out in Paris. Harry wanted him to take down the leader, and then they would see if the organization, which was surprisingly small, would break down. If it didn't, they had quite a few more hits to make. After tracking this man to his headquarters above a muggle tattoo parlor in a shady part of Paris, Orion wouldn't be surprised if the organization turned out to be more complex and resilient than they were hoping.
The hit was messier than he had anticipated, eventually making it necessary to blow up half of the street before ducking into a muggle bar less than a block away from where he had just created a massive explosion, a mess for the obliviators, and possible injuries. That wanker had been harder to take down than sodding Voldemort! Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but hiding his wand in the inside pocket of his leather jacket, Orion was glad he had dressed like a muggle today, and was glad he was so good at doing so. In fact, he could fake anyone out and pretend he was a muggle. He gestured to the bartender to get him a drink, unlike most of the other patrons, he was ignoring the chaos that was starting to arise in the street. Large bits of magic that couldn't be explained easily tended to do that. And the fact that there was pink and blue cursed fire engulfing the tattoo parlor, while a giant army of walking trees, lampposts, mailboxes, and other inanimate objects was terrorizing the area, it was no wonder. Pretty soon the chaos would get here, and hopefully he would be gone. As a wizard in the vicinity, he would be a prime suspect, and err… the culprit too. But, in all fairness, it was a very nice piece of transfiguration.
Downing the muggle shot in a smooth movement, he tossed some money on the bar, getting up to make his quick escape before the FATs arrived. Tomorrow was his first day on the job, and he didn't want to be recognized as that foreigner that was at the shady muggle bar right after a killing less than a block away. He could hear the muggle police, he believed they were called, had arrived on the scene, nugs ringing shots futilely into the enchanted objects.
Suddenly, the door of the pub swung open, and in stepped the most beautiful, graceful, alluring creature that Orion had ever set eyes on. Her pale skin was flawless, translucent almost, with nigh a freckle to blemish it. Her hair was long, full, and dark, not quite black, but neither was it brown. The effect of the dark hair against the paleness of her face was beautiful, mysterious, and utterly enchanting. Her eyes were wide, slanted, and lined with thick, long, curled, dark lashes. However, their color, a startling mix of silver and sapphire was heart stopping. Her lips were full, bow shaped, with a slight pinkness to them, but not quite a rosiness. Her entire expression screamed uncertainty, and Orion wondered what she was doing here.
Her apparel didn't scream slums like the rest of these muggles. Instead, she was wearing a white coat that fell to her mid thighs, was long, and elegant. The coat was open to reveal a grey sweater, and a white skirt. She was wearing high heeled grey boots that came up to her knees, leaving a small gap between skirt and boot where pale skin was revealed. She was clutching a grey handbag, and had hastily shoved something into it upon entering the bar. Looking around, she looked a bit terrified. Obviously the confusion outside was worsening, he had to get out of here, and perhaps he shouldn't do it alone. Someone alone would be suspicious. Witnesses would have been confused to describe his appearance due to the glamour charms he had placed on himself so that people wouldn't really observe him. However, they would know he had been alone.
"Miss," he said in French. "You look lost, do you need some help?" he asked using his most charming smile and sophisticated manner. He had to look like he too didn't belong.
"Well, there is a bit of a mess out front, and I'm afraid of what is going on, the police are snatching people right and left off the street for questioning, and I, I just came…" she was cut off at the door being burst open. The two who were standing close together already startled, and both took a step in toward the other.
Orion knew that these men were hit wizards, or Aurors, most likely hit wizards from the rude way they had burst in, and he knew they would be looking for him. Taking her hand on instinct, he stepped into her personal space, a clear violation since he was a complete stranger, and murmured in her ear. "We're together, they're looking for people who are alone. I think there must be a murderer on the loose," Everything about the way he had leaned in, spoken into her hair, tilted his head, and given a little seductive smirk as he did so indicated that they were together. She caught on fast, perhaps wanting to avoid the hit wizards too, she smiled up at him, seductively. She really did that look well, squeezing his hand, she let him lead her out of the slimy pub, as if they were a couple, headed from the bar to go engage in activities of a differing sort. Orion knew all of the hit wizards were staring at him with eyes full of jealousy for leading the tall, well proportioned, and amazingly beautiful looking woman away. Her heels clicking quietly against the sidewalk, Orion hurried her away, through the back door, out toward the mainstream Paris.
The two walked rapidly in silence, both obviously shaken by the strange experience. He was so lucky to have gotten away. It wasn't every day you got away with assassination in a foreign country. James would be so jealous that he was on his honeymoon right now and not killing dark wizards. Besides that, Orion had always felt that Elaine and Victoire were the most breathtakingly beautiful women he had ever met. If James hadn't been so head over heels for Elaine, and Teddy for Victoire, he himself would have gone after them at Hogwarts. However, there was that whole, don't date the women your best friends love. However, this woman at his side, with her long legs, beautiful curly hair, and metallic eyes beat them both in the looks department. By a landslide.
Suddenly, as they came into the winter sunshine of a more welcoming part of Paris, he realized she was shaking. "Are you alright miss?"
"Yes, I believe I'm just a bit wound up by this entire ordeal. What was that back there? It was one of the most frightening experiences of my entire life!" she said in rapid French. Even her voice was beautiful, a soft, seductive, throaty tone. It wasn't light, airy, and annoying like some girls, but rather, sophisticated, warm, seeming to envelop a person with its melodic rhythm. Orion rather liked it.
"How about a cup of tea?" he said gesturing to a tea shop across the street.
"I thought I detected an English accent," she said in her own accented English and giving him a heartstopping smile. She had the most beautiful, straight, white teeth he could imagine. Her smile brightened her entire face, giving rise to a dimple in one cheek, and turning her eyes more blue than silver. "You English think a cup of warm tea fixes everything."
"Just about everything," laughed Orion in his native language, unable to help himself from returning the smile. "Besides, it's a cold day."
"Yes, it is cold, thank you," she said as he held the door for her and she went inside, seating herself at a booth and waiting for the waitress to join them for their orders. "So, who have I had the pleasure of being rescued by?" she asked with a grin once their orders for hot tea had been taken.
Somehow, uncertainty and a wish for anonymity made him lie. Not quite a lie, but not quite the truth. She was a muggle, she couldn't ever be introduced to the wizarding world. So, perhaps it was better if he wasn't exactly the same person he was in the wizarding world when he was with her. "Ryan, Ryan Black," he said with a grin holding out his hand. "And you my fair damsel in distress?"
"Lia, La'Blanc," she said with a smile holding her own hand. However, instead of shaking it, Orion lifted it to his lips and kissed it. "Aren't you a charmer!" she laughed.
"Perhaps, so. The lovely Miss Lia La'Blanc, that has a certain ring to it."
"Perhaps, so, Mr. Black, what brings you from your England to Festive France?"
"I recently accepted a job here, this is actually my first day here. I start my new job tomorrow."
"Ahh, and what is this mysterious new job?" she asked with a slight smile over her cup of tea that had just arrived.
"I'm in.. law enforcement," he said with only the slightest of pauses as he tried to remember what muggles called it. "I'm starting with the police."
"Ahh, the, Prefet de Police, so, you are just starting up then?"
"Actually, I'm in the.. Scotland Yard, and I'm transferring as a foreign agent for a while. It promotes, international security and union. Plus, my mother's side of the family is French."
"You do know the Language well," she commented demurely as she sipped her tea. "I rather suspected as much."
"You know your English."
"Boarding school," she said dismissively. Wondering what to talk about next, he decided it was best to avoid the subject of what she had been doing in such a dangerous part of Paris. If she didn't ask him, he would return the favor. It was best if she didn't ask because he didn't have a good lie yet.
"So, since I'm new here, and just moved into my flat, where should I go for Christmas Eve dinner tomorrow? Any recommendations?" he asked.
"Hm, well, depending on what part of Paris you are living in, that could be difficult to say, as I'm not familiar with the entire city, but, might I suggest La Lia's?" she smiled at him sweetly.
"Ahh, where is that?" he asked, wishing he had a quill, or pen-that's what muggles wrote with.
"Actually, it's my place. I'll make you dinner, the least I can do after you got me out of that scrape earlier. Those men were frightening, I didn't know what they wanted, but they had to have taken over fifty people off the street for questioning. I'm sure it will be in the papers tomorrow."
"Yes, of course, the papers," he said absently. "And I would love to share holiday dinner with you."
"Excellent, well, do you have… er, anything I could write my address on?" she asked.
"How about I walk you home, it's getting to be evening anyways," he said. It had been nearly sunset when they met at the bar, now it was twilight and the sky was darkening fast.
By the time that they got to her house, which surprisingly, wasn't that far from his, they had discussed every book that he had ever read in muggle studies. Apparently, they were studied in France too, 1984, The Count of Monte Cristo, Tom Sawyer, Frankenstein, and Romeo and Juliet. He was going to have to pick up on his muggle literature. And they had discussed several movies he had seen, she had liked the same ones he had of the ones he had seen. She was smart, obviously smarter than he was when it came to muggle nonsense. However, the more he talked to her, the more he wanted to pull out his old muggle studies text book and study cover to cover. By the time he was at her door, he was ready to start a conversation about microwaves, something he remember studying fifth year. However, here he was, at her door.
"Thanks for walking me home," she said with a smile.
"My pleasure, Lia," he said. She was looking up at him so seductively, so beautiful, with those silvery blue eyes and that twinkle in them would drive him nuts. However, more so than that, it was her mouth, unable to resist, he leaned down, closing the small amount of space until hardly a hairs breadth remained. She closed the gap without hesitation, and he wasn't sure how exactly, but they were in her apartment, snogging like there was no tomorrow, before he knew it. Orion couldn't deny the unbelievable attraction he felt to this girl. She was obviously the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, but she was also intelligent, kind, and somehow intriguing. If he wasn't careful, he might fall in love. At least she was a muggle.
Now that you've read, please review!!!! If you like this, please read my other stories too, and review those. Also check out my other brand new fic with Fleur and Bill. I haven't decided how often I'll update this one, and it will really depend on response to it. When I get enough response, it will motivate me to write up the next chapter. So please review!!! btw, reviewing this will really motivate me to update My Heart Forever Lies in London too, so I don't accidentally reveal anything that happens in that story in this story. Thanks again!!! Please Review~!!!!!
Elaine.
