A/N so this great idea just came to me, and I had to start writing strait away. I can't wait to hear what everyone thinks of it, so here goes, first chapter. Im so glad I'm FINALLY doing a Sirius/OC Fanfiction because Sirius is literally my favourite person everrrrrrrrr! Anyhooo, on with the chappy-
Chapter 1 - Erin
"But I can't tell her, she won't understand, she'll try and stop me, she-" my mothers soft, but harsh voice was cut across by that of a calm and soothing tone.
"I understand your hesitation Ms Crimson, but you do realise how close it is coming-"
My mother cut in, her voice no more then a hiss, "Yes, Albus, how could I not? I will tell her somehow. She is not ready, she- she will have to wait until after."
"After?" a quizzical Albus Dumbledore inquired.
"Yes" my mother sighed. "I'm afraid it is the only way."
A few moments passed until my mother spoke again, "But.. After... How will it work, who will protect her? It is far too dangerous for her to live with another family-" her voice cracked on the last few words.
"Do not worry about this Rose, I will give her a place at Hogwarts which will give her all the protection she needs."
"Do you not realise how dangerous that could be?" my mother nearly shrieked.
"And do you not realise the experience we have had with this kind of thing? You have to trust me on this, Ms Crimson. If you think about it, you haven't got any other choice."
My mother sighed deeply, in defeat and loss.
I gripped the wooden banisters leading down the stairs so hard it cut into my skin.
I was shaking violently, yet I could not move. I did not know what to think of the conversation of which I had just over heard. I sat in silence after the conversation ended, thinking.
What does this mean? What is it that I can't know? Why where they talking about Hogwarts? Another family?
The questions circled in my head, until I heard footsteps walking patiently up to the front door, where I was clearly in view, so I scurried up the rest of the stairs and into my bedroom as quickly and quietly as possible.
As I lay in my bed, I found the queries and worries taking over my mind, until the tiredness overwhelmed, and I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Breakfast was a strange ordeal. My mother had no idea what I had overheard the night before, and she tried to hide her sad, and worried expression, but to no avail. I could tell something was bothering her, something big. I just didn't know what.
"So how would you feel about starting at school?" I almost choked on my orange juice.
"School? I thought you'd already realised that couldn't happen, what with my... Problem and all." I fiddled with the black gloves I was wearing, and looked down at my cereal.
My mother sighed, "I know, but you may not get a say in this." she looked off into the distance, a sad sparkle in her cobalt eyes.
My mother had home schooled me my whole life, apparently to protect me, and now, at the end of what would be my fifth year in a real magical school, she changed her mind?
I walked to my room, confused about what was wrong with mother. We had always been so close, not that we had any choice, as I didn't have any other family anyway.
I just never thought she would send me away to school, especially with my condition.
I knelt by the windowsill, took my gloves off and ran my fingers through my long, wavy, raven hair and sighed in exasperation. I gazed out of the window and into the light blue sky, with fluffy white clouds weaving in and out of one another gracefully. I thought about what it would be like, having a normal life.
Lost in my thoughts, I did not notice the time going by so quickly, so I went to go find my mum.
She was sitting in the dining room, her head in her hands, and a newly fastened letter laying beside her.
"Mum?" I asked in a small voice, making her look up. Her short black hair was messed up, and her blue eyes had a red rim around them. She had been crying.
"Oh! Erin honey, could you nip to the shop and pick up some food for dinner tonight?" she asked, masking her emotions with false happiness and reaching in her pocket and pulling out some muggle money, which she then handed to me, accidentally brushing her hand against mine.
A younger version of my mother stood in a beautiful white gown, her raven hair pulled back into an intricate style, wisps escaping to frame her once perfect face. Her expression matched one of only pure love and happiness as she gazed into the eyes of a tall, handsome man, who held her close as they danced on their wedding night.
The scene changed to a worn out, but notoriously happy Rose Crimson, as she lay in the cold hospital sheets, a newborn baby, with a tuft of raven hair framing her large, intrigued cobalt eyes.
My mother knelt by a grave stone, sobbing her heart out at the words which where carved roughly in front of her: "Jason Crimson, son, husband, father and friend"
I gasped as my mother let out a quick apology. Still dazed, I took a few steps back, muttering about going to the shops like her mother had asked.
"I love you Erin" my mother called out in a broken voice, I called a quick reply before hurrying out of the door.
It had happened before, obviously, but I had been so careful lately. It hadn't happened in so long, I had not been expecting it. It had been much stronger then before. Stronger then it had ever been. I let out a shaky breath, it can't be getting worse. It just can't.
I walked back from the supermarket slowly, swinging my bag back and forwards, lazily, until she noticed something, and the shopping back clattered to the floor.
I couldn't breath.
My feet glued themselves to the spot.
This couldn't be real, this can't be real.
My eyes could not leave the dark omen above my house.
I may be away from the rest of the wizarding world, but I knew what that means.
The dark mark is a sign of death.
A sign of murder.
A sign of death eaters.
I did not think, I just ran. I ran until I found what I was looking for. My mother. But I wish I never ran. My mother, my beloved mother lay in a motionless heap on the floor of the dining room. Her cold skin a clear sign of her death, her once bright eyes glazed over with nothing but death.
I fell to my knees beside her, and clasped my gloved hand over my mouth as tears silently streamed in an everlasting river down my pale, freckled cheeks.
The letter I had seen her with earlier was clasped in her hands, and I now realised that it had my name on. She knew. I pulled it gently out of her grasp on put it in my jacket pocket.
I slumped next to my mothers corpse willing myself to run, and never stop, but something wouldn't let me leave my mother lying here so helplessly.
Suddenly, my blood ran cold, as if ice was going through my veins. Voices. Cold, heartless, menacing voices coming from the kitchen.
"She must be here, where else would she be? She wouldn't leave her poor precious mother." a cold voice mocked.
"All I know is that, if we don't find her, we'll go the same way as the rest of her family." another hissed.
I felt sick. I didn't want to here more. They came for me. Not my mother. She had died because of me.
I glanced once more at the only family I had left, before stifling a sob, and fleeing from the house, and not looking back.
I ran until all intentions where meaningless, and I cried until I forgot happiness. My whole world had crumbled around me, and for once in my life, I had no idea what to do, where to go, what to feel.
I stopped, my legs finally giving up on me, and fell onto a patch of grass fringing the road, and lay on my back, looking up at the late August sky, which was slowly becoming darker by the minute.
"Did she tell you?"
I jumped at the sound of a patient, soothing and oddly familiar voice, and turned to see a old man standing in intricate deep purple robes, long, wispy grey hair and beard, and half moon spectacles hiding his twinkling blue eyes.
He stepped forwards, his hands clasped behind his back, and chuckled at my confused expression.
"I'm guessing that is a no then." he smiled kindly.
"I-" I started, unsure of what to say, but he continued speaking.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am headmaster of -"
"Hogwarts" I cut in, gasping, remembering the conversation from the night before.
He smiled again, knowingly, "Well, Miss Crimson, I do believe we should be going, before you catch your death" I shivered, just realising the temperature had dropped, and darkness that was now surrounding me.
"To.. Hogwarts?" I asked, and gasped when he nodded, "what about my belongings? And where will I stay before term starts? How will I fit in? How will I hide my power? Where will I go in the holidays?"
Dumbledore chuckled again, ending my rambles, "Your belongings will be transported to Hogwarts, you shall stay there until term starts, hiding your power will be something we shall look into, you are welcome to stay at school or a friends house in the holidays, and as for fitting in, I'm sure the answer will come to you in due time."
I sighed, nodded, and pushed thoughts of my mother to the back of my mind. I felt in my pocket to insure my wand and the letter where still where I left them.
Then, and only then, I wrapped my gloved hand around Dumbledores outstretched arm, and closed my eyes to disappeared to my new home.
A/N How was that? Good? Bad? Horrible? Awesome? Was Dumbledore believable? Should I continue or scrap this thing? Sorry about the shortness, they will get longer i promise! Please review I would love to know your thoughts!
~Esme~