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A/N: Don't hate me? I know it's been FOREVER since I updated but when I began there was pretty much zero interest in this story – so I sort of put it on the shelf. Only now there is interest on this site so here you go - an update! :D I hope you all enjoy…

What inspired me to really start up again though is the fact that I started a new story on this site – a Jacob Black one :) if you fancy it give it a go, I'm really enjoying writing that one too :)

I won't keep you any longer – here it is, chapter 7…

Title: W.O.M.A.N [A Sirius Black Tale] P.A.R.T 0.7 [Wonderfully Omniscient, Magnificently Addictive and Necessary; very Necessary.]

'Hogsmeade this weekend?'

Rolling her eyes, Annixia shifted her gaze from the note before her to the direction it came from, right to the silver eyed boy whose stare pierced her to the marrow of her bone and burned her insides.

Pointedly, she withdrew the piece of Botts Bubble Gum Blast from between her parted lips and screwed the paper up around it, tossing it with perfect precision in the trashcan at the side of the History classroom.

Professor Binns noticed nothing.

She looked back at Sirius to find him laughing as he shook his head before scribbling something else on a piece of paper and sending it her way.

He smiled at her and she looked at him sceptically before unfolding it.

'Hogsmeade this weekend?'

Despite herself, Annixia grinned. He just didn't give up, did he?

Lily peered over her shoulder and spied the writing; scoffing she rolled her eyes.

"That arsehole; why can't he just give it up and move on already?"

Annixia laughed quietly and answered,

"What? And take Potter with him?"

Lily grinned and nodded,

"Precisely."

The redhead stole the note and tore it into four before adding it also to the bin at the side of the room. Sirius certainly wasn't her favourite person, she found his playboy ways insulting and the innuendos he made to her friend pathetic and insincere.

She looked at Sirius, whose eyes were once again locked on Anni, her best friend, who was giving him a pointed 'take a hike look.'

Another note:

'Hogsmeade this weekend?'

Annixia rolled her eyes and, as her luck would have it, the bell rang, signalling the end of lesson. She packed her books away slowly, waving a quick goodbye to Lily who had to jet to meet Professor Flitwick for extra charms – the only subject she struggled at.

Lost in thought, Annixia didn't notice the empty room around her until she had finished clearing the table.

"She really doesn't like me, does she?"

Well, almost empty.

Turning, she found a lounging Sirius leant against his desk, turned towards the aisle, watching her as she went about her business.

His ash black curtain of hair fell lightly into his stormy eyes and, lest she lose herself, Annixia avoided meeting his gaze.

"Doesn't trust you is more to the point, actually." She answered clearly, before mumbling slightly, "And who can blame her?"

Sirius squinted his eyes and cocked his head to the side in questioning.

"What was that?"

She didn't need to answer, he had heard her quite clearly, and as she fiddled with the ink pot in her hand he pushed off the desk and took two steps so that he was closer to her side.

"Why don't you trust me?"

Despite the hurt in his eyes, Annixia couldn't hold back a creeping snort.

"Do you really have to ask? Your track record hardly reads faithfulness."

Sirius, not all together shocked by the revelation, but still wounded, nodded and licked his lips, a habit of his while thinking.

"Annixia," Her head snapped up at the sound of her full name, "How many girls have i been with since the beginning of sixth year?"

Nixi grasped for a number but came up inconclusive.

"How am i supposed to know that?"

"None." He answered simply, and took another step closer, "That's how many. You say my track record is the reason for your lack of trust but, since i began feeling this way for you..."

He trailed off and Annixia couldn't not look into his eyes. She saw something soft there, something she'd never really taken notice of before.

She regained her wits.

"Feeling what way, Sirius? The only feeling you've expressed towards me is attraction and you've hardly done that tastefully."

Her cynical eyes swept over his tall frame; compared to her small five foot, his six two stance was certainly intimidating, and yet nothing about Sirius made her cower.

He lifted a large hand to her face and brushed back a lock of hair.

For a moment her mind went to his soft lips on hers, the memory of the Quidditch match fresh in her mind as his skin connected with hers.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. I've just never..."

Again, he let the sentence hang and Nixi couldn't bring herself to look away from those imploring silver orbs.

"You've never what?" She sighed as Sirius couldn't find the words. Without the answer she pulled back and picked up her things, still talking as she went, "You know what worries me most Sirius? I think that, if i were ever to say yes to Hogsmeade, you would lose interest in a second. Because, let's face it, while you may like the way i look, your main awareness is the chase and once that's over so would we be."

He stared her straight in the eyes.

"Do you honestly believe that?"

Sighing in defeat, she approached the door of the classroom, able to think clearer now she was further from him.

"Honestly? Just like you don't know what you feel, Sirius, i don't know what i believe anymore."

Shaking her head, she rid herself of that vision and found the hallucination of her younger romances gone, an empty classroom in its place.

Sighing, Annixia adjusted her sitting position so her legs were stretched, wincing at the pins and needles that pricked her veins. The wrapping paper before her wound its way around Remus' Christmas present; a trunk that held a hundred compartments but was lighter than air and shaped like a brief case, which held inside it a fluffy toy wolf.

Annixia was proud of this particular buy.

And as promised, by her side, was a wrapped bar of Honeydukes finest.

The halls were quiet as it was a Hogsmeade visit and she enjoyed the golden silence for as long as she could. How long had it been since she'd found any peace in this place? For a moment she wandered where Sirius was, what he was doing, if he had any more tricks up his sleeve, but shoved that to the back of her mind.

That had become a taboo for her. Regulating her thoughts was certainly becoming a challenge.

Instead, she turned her mind to her Godson and wondered vaguely what he was doing all by his lonesome in the castle.

She grinned wickedly.

If he was anything like his father then maybe it would be best if she didn't know...

In truth Harry had found himself beneath the table in the Three Broomsticks, listening to a very interesting conversation indeed.

"Do you know, i still have trouble believing it," said Madame Rosmerta thoughtfully, "Of all the people to go over to the dark side, Sirius Black was the last i would have thought ...i mean, i remember him when he was a boy at Hogwarts. If you told me then what he was to become, i'd have said that you'd had too much mead."

"You don't know the half of it, Rosmerta," Said Fudge thoughtfully, "The worst he did isn't widely known."

"Worse than murdering all those poor people?"

Fudge nodded to Rosmerta's question and she paled slightly, "What could be worse?"

Professor McGonagall intervened, "You say you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta; do you remember who his best friend was?"

"Naturally," She said with a light laugh, "Never saw one without the other, did you? The number of times i had them in here – ooh, they used to make me laugh, quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter!"

Harry almost choked on his own spit. Ron kicked him as he dropped his tankard.

"Precisely," Said McGonagall, "Black and Potter. Ringleaders of their little gang. Both very bright, of course – exceptionally bright, in fact – but i don't think we've ever had such a pair of trouble makers..."

"You'd have thought them brothers!" Claimed Flitwick, "Inseparable!"

"Of course they were," Said Fudge, "Potter trusted Black beyond all his other friends. Nothing changed when they left school. Black was best man when James married Lily. Then they named him Godfather to Harry. Harry has no idea, of course. You can imagine how it would torment him."

"Because Black turned out to be in league with You-Know-Who?" Whispered Madame Rosmerta.

"Worse even than that, m'dear..." Fudge rumbled in a low voice, "Not many people are aware that the Potters knew You-Know-Who was after them. Dumbledore, who was of course working tirelessly against You-Know-Who, had a number of useful spies. One of them tipped him off and alerted James and Lily at once. He advised them to go into hiding. Well, of course, You-Know-Who wasn't an easy person to hide from. Dumbledore told them that their best chance was the Fidelius Charm."

Flitwick explained the charm and the purpose of a Secret Keeper.

"So Black was the Potters' Secret Keeper?" Whispered Madame Rosmerta.

"Naturally," Said Professor McGonagall, "James Potter told Dumbledore that Black would die rather than tell where they were, that Black was planning to go into hiding himself...and yet, Dumbledore remained worried. I remember him suggesting Annixia Dexter for the job, he even volunteered himself."

Harry was confused to hear Miss Dexter's name in there.

"He suspected Black?" Gasped the barmaid.

"He was sure that somebody close to the Potters had been keeping You-Know-Who informed of their movements," Said McGonagall darkly, "Indeed, he had suspected for some time that someone on our side had turned traitor and was passing a lot of information to You-Know-Who."

"But James Potter insisted on using Black?"

"He did," Said Fudge heavily. "And then, barely a week after the Fidelius Charm had been performed-"

"Black betrayed them?" Breathed Madame Rosmerta.

"He did indeed. Black was tired of his double-agent role, he was ready to declare his support openly for You-Know-Who, and he seems to have planned this for the moment of the Potters' death. But, as we all know, You-Know-Who met his downfall in little Harry Potter. Powers gone, horribly weakened, he fled. And this left Black in a very nasty position indeed. His Master had fallen at the very moment when he, Black, had shown his true colours as a traitor. He had no choice but to run for it-"

"Filthy, stinkin' turncoat!" Hagrid said, so loudly that half the bar went quiet.

"Shh!"

"I met him!" Growled Hagrid, "I musta bin the last ter see him before he killed all them people! It was me that rescued Harry from Lily an' James ' house after they was killed! Jus' got him outta the ruins, poor little thing, with a great slash across his forehead, an' his parents dead...an' Sirius Black turns up, on that flyin' motorbike he used ter ride. Never occurred ter me what he was doin' there. I didn' know he'd bin Lily an' James' Secret Keeper. Thought he'd just heard news o' You-Know-Who's attack an' come ter see what he could do. White an' shakin', e was. I COMFORTED THE MURDERIN' TRAITOR!"

"Hagrid, please." McGonagall cut in, "Keep your voice down."

He then went on to describe how Sirius wanted to take Harry but was refused, how he was his Godfather, how he handed over his bike before escaping into the night.

"But he didn't manage to disappear, did he?" Rosmerta said quietly, "The Ministry of Magic caught up with him the next day!"

"Alas, if only we had." Said Fudge bitterly, "It was not we who found him. It was little Peter Pettigrew – another of the Potters' friends. Maddened by grief, no doubt, and knowing that Black and knowing that Black had been the Potters' Secret Keeper, he went after Black himself."

"Hero worshiped Black and Potter," Said Professor McGonagall. "Never quite in their league, talent-wise. I was often rather sharp with him. You can imagine how i – how i regret that now..."

"There now Minerva, Pettigrew died a hero's death. Eye-witnesses – Muggles, of course, we wiped their memories later – told us how Pettigrew cornered Black. They said he was sobbing. 'Lily and James, Sirius! How could you!' And then he went for his wand. Well, of course, Black was quicker. Blew Pettigrew to smithereens. I was Junior Minister in the Department of Magical Catastrophes at the time and i was one of the first on the scene after Black murdered all those people. I'll never forget it. Still dream about it sometimes. A crater in the middle of the street, so deep it had cracked the sewer below. Bodies everywhere. Muggles screaming. And Black standing there, laughing, with what was left of Peter in front of him...a heap of blood-stained clothes and a few fragments-"

Fudge stopped abruptly.

"Is it true Black's mad, Minister?"

"I wish i could say so," Said Fudge slowly, "I certainly believe his master's defeat unhinged him for a while. Yet i met Black on my last inspection of Azkaban. You know, most prisoners in there sit muttering to themselves in the dark, there's no sense in them... but i was shocked at how normal Black seemed. He spoke quite rationally to me. It was unnerving, you'd have thought he was merely bored – asked if i'd finished with my newspaper, cool as you please, said he missed doing the crossword. Yes, i was astounded at how little effect the Dementors seemed to be having on him – and he was one of the most heavily guarded in the place, you know. Dementors outside his door, day and night."

"But what do you think he's broken out to do?" Said Madame Rosmerta. "Good gracious, Minister, he isn't trying to rejoin You-Know-Who, is he?"

"Eventually," McGonagall answered, "For now however Dumbledore has concerned himself the safety of Annixia Dexter, you remember her?"

"Of course i do." Said Rosmerta, "Lovely little thing, always smiling. Black was infatuated with her."

"Yes well, when the first war was raging they were engaged, and she was, of course, Lily Potters' best friend and so Harry's Godmother. Tore her apart, what Black did. I remember her, shaking and pale, nearly fainted when she heard. Her best friends were dead, her Godson orphaned and her fiancé a murderer. " McGonagall finished.

"You think he'll go after her?" Rosmerta questioned.

"That night there was an attack on her also as she passed through the street near her home. She survived, obviously, a very talented witch, trained as an Auror for a while, and went straight to Dumbledore. We believe Sirius ordered the attack."

"And now he wants to finish the job?" Rosmerta gulped and worried for the poor girl.

The five adults shared an ominous look before Fudge answered quietly.

"We believe so."

Harry had heard enough and bolted for Hogwarts once again.

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