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How did I not notice before? Am I that stupid? Bloody hell, did I kiss him back? It's all just a messed up blur now. I shrugged off my wet jacket and flung it into a basket as I tried to change out of my wet clothes in my room.
I sat down and started to take off my shoes when a thought stopped my movements.
Did I enjoy it? Were there sparks? Maybe there w-
Wait, no! Shut it Rigel! You're with Charlie! You can't be thinking about Oliver in that sense! He's your best friend you idiot!
I brought a hand up to brush a wet strand of hair out of my eyes and moaned. Great, now I'm talking myself.
I began to peel off my soaked dress.
I mean, he said he loved me. Charlie and I haven't even said that to each other yet. And oh my, Wood could definitely snog-
Stop it! Get a grip Black!
Again with the talking to myself…
I flopped back on my bed in just my unmentionables. I used a spell to dry my hair and then curled up into a ball, pulling my covers over me.
Maybe I'll just wake up tomorrow and this will have never happened.
Yeah right, Life hates you remember? It's not going to let you out of this mess that easily.
That's true...
Ugh, now I'm answering myself.
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"What? No!" I stuttered, "You can't go to Hogwarts."
"I already told you I was." My father said continuing to pack one of my old bags with food and water.
"I thought you were going to wait longer!" I shot back leaning against the kitchen wall.
"He's my godson, your god-brother," Sirius told me calmly before moving out of the kitchen, "I can't just stay here. I'll be back in a week or so."
"Dad, please," I replied trailing after him as he made towards the spare room.
"Can I borrow these?" He ignored me and raised up some blankets.
"Yeah sure- wait no- Sirius!" I said frustration coming over me.
He's the parent; he's supposed to be the responsible one. Then again, not many thirty-four year olds have eighteen year old daughters…
"Rigel, I need to do this."
"Please just wait a couple more months. Wait for news of your escape to die down-"
"I've waited long enough,"
And with that he closed up the bag and walked pass me and out of the room.
"What if you get caught?" I asked frustration turning to anger, "Then what? Spend the rest of your life in Azkaban? I doubt you'll get to see Harry then!"
I don't know what brought on this side of me but I had enough with all that was going on.
"Don't do this to yourself Rigel," He said heading towards the door.
"I'm not doing anything to myself, it's you!" I shouted at him.
"I'll come back, stop worrying."
"I'll do whatever I bloody want until you listen to-"
I was cut off as he turned around and embraced me in his arms.
"I'm not going to disappear from you again." He told me calmly.
I remained silent.
"I love you," He said I slowly brought my arms around him.
"I love you too," I murmured still feeling angry but I knew I had already lost this fight.
"I'll be back soon and I'll ask Harry to send letters to you once I meet with him." He said letting go and stepping back.
I nodded but didn't say anything as he used an unfamiliar wand to shrink his bag and then he opened the door.
How did he get a wand? Wait… He didn't leave the apartment before did he?
"Dad…" I started but he had already put the miniature bag in his pocket and transformed into a dog.
He gave me one last look before trotting out of the apartment.
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Harry Potter entered into the Tri-Wizard –
Sirius Black escapes from –
What the bloody hell were you thinking!
What if you get caught –
Plenty of talent before he joined the team –
I love you Rigel –
I punched my pillow and flopped my head back down on it again. I couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts swarming through my mind. It was only six something in the morning, but it was also the weekend and I had wanted to sleep late.
Giving a loud sigh I crawled out from the warmth of my bed and pulled on some muggle jeans and a t-shirt. I padded down the small hallway towards the kitchen, as I pulled my hair into a ponytail.
"It's like I'm a drama magnet." I muttered to myself entering the kitchen.
I opened the freezer and pulled out a small tub of ice cream.
"Why does everyone in my life give me drama?" I asked feeling annoyed.
Charlie doesn't.
"Charlie doesn't count." I mumbled taking off the lid to the ice cream and tossing it on the counter.
I thought you 'loved' him.
I ignored the last thought.
"And why is Maggie mad at me?"
I shook my head and grabbed a spoon. I took my ice cream into the living room and plopped down on my ugly couch. I spooned some ice cream out and then stuffed it in my mouth. I looked around the empty room.
"I need a new couch." I mumbled shrinking back against it.
For some unknown reason, ice cream seems to make my hormones go up and make me feel like I was fifteen again not being able to control my emotions.
"Who are they to play around with me?!" I shouted out around the open space.
"I love Charlie!"
"Why does Oliver have to make everything so complicated?!"
"Why does my father insist on doing the most brainless things?!"
"Am I the only one blessed with common sense in my world!?"
Suddenly a knock was heard on my door.
"Who is it!" I yelled sticking my spoon into the thing of ice cream.
The door opened in response to show Maggie.
"You!" I glared setting the ice cream down and standing up, "What is your bloody problem!"
"Good morning to you too," She said dryly coming in and shutting the door behind her.
"'Good morning'!?" I seethed, "That's all you have to say after that stunt you pulled at lunch yesterday!?"
"Look Rigel," She said, her calm voice irritating me more, "I came to apologize; why else do you think I'm here at seven thirty in the morning? I talked with Oliver last night."
"You what?!" I asked staring across the living room at her, "Since when are you two 'buddy, buddy'? And why I am kicked out of the bloody friend zone!? What did he tell you?"
"Rigel will you shut up for one minute and let me explain!" She demanded.
I crossed my arms and waited, wanting so badly to engage in a fight.
"Oliver and I have only talked a couple times since Hogwarts." She said, "Ever since that day he came to me."
"What day?" I questioned, since when did Oliver go to Maggie?
Since when does he blurt out that he loves you?
Quiet.
"Back in Hogwarts," She explained, "You remember how I had a crush on Wood but got mad at you because I thought you two were going out?"
"Of course I remember," I answered tartly.
"Well he came to me, to explain what was really going on. Or I suppose what wasn't going on." She murmured coming to sit down on the couch, "I didn't believe him, and we got into a small fight with him blurting out how he felt about you, that you didn't feel the same. Did a good job of shutting me up."
"You knew?" I asked shocked.
I sat back down.
"Why didn't you bloody say anything?" I asked angrily.
"It wasn't my place to tell!" She argued in defence.
I turned my head away and let out a frustrated breath.
"Besides," She continued, "This summer he said that he had decided to get over you. That's why I thought it was great that Weasley flirted with you at the Cup. That way the both of you would move on and continue to be Oliver and Rigel, best friends."
"Obviously that didn't turn out." I snapped.
"Will you let me finish!" She interrupted heatedly.
I bit my tongue and stared at her impatiently.
"After what happened the night at the Cup though," She continued, "He told me that he thought you were starting to come around to him."
"Why would he think that?" I interrupted.
When had I ever shown anything but friendship towards him?
"He said something about you flinging yourself at him?" She questioned studying my face.
"What?" I was dumbfounded.
Wait… the night of the Cup… oh bloody hell….
"I just had a small melt down and needed to be held!" I cried out hitting my head back against the couch in frustration, "I didn't mean anything by it! I wasn't thinking at the time!"
"Well it obviously meant something to him." She stated.
I glared at her, "You think?!"
"Don't get snappy with me," She grumbled, "This is your mess, not mine."
I let out a groan before turning back to her.
"So what was up with you and Charlie?" I asked.
"Wood said a couple weeks after the World Cup that he was going to talk to you about it." She explained tiredly, "So I thought he did, that's why I was mad. I thought you had knowingly started dating Charlie even after Wood told you."
"Do you really think I would do that to him?" I demanded defensively.
"I don't know. Will you stop yelling at me?" She groaned, "I'm trying to help you."
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, "Now what did Oliver tell you last night?"
"That he finally talked to you." She replied softly.
"He didn't happen to mention that he snogged me in the bloody street?" I grumbled sarcastically.
She sat straight up.
"What?! Fancy that, he failed to mention that bit of information!" She exclaimed, "He kissed you? You let him? What was it like?"
"Maggie." I stopped her, "I'm with Charlie, remember?"
"He snogs you and you have no thoughts?"
"None that I'm going to mention when I'm in a steady relationship,"
"Does Charlie really mean that much to you?" She asked, "He's just a fling Rigel. A girlish fling that you've had for him since Hogwarts. What's going to happen when the newness and wonder of it dies away?"
"I love Charlie." I snapped, "And it's not a fling, it's a relationship!"
"Do you really love him?" She asked.
No.
Yes I do!
No, you don't.
I think I know how I feel!
Whatever you say…
….
"I do," I told her.
Liar.
"Well," She said looking unconvinced, "Either way you need to talk to Wood. He thinks he's damaged whatever friendship with you he had."
"I can't face him." I said looking away.
"Then you won't have a friendship left."
I continued to look away.
Alright, so I'm thinking of starting a 'prequel' to the "House of Black" 'series'. It would be about how Sirius and Auriga (Rigel's mum) met, became friends, and how Auriga got pregnant with Rigel in fifth year. Here's the summary I'm thinking of:
Thinking back, I really couldn't blame him for the way he acted. He was surrounded by purebloods that were bigoted beyond belief. Why should he think me any different? I suppose the way he treated me was what really changed my life, because it made me want to prove him wrong. Sirius/OC
It would start with before the beginning of their first year. Do you think I should do it? It probably won't go up for a while though as Rigel's story is far from over. I just want to know your ideas. Thanks for the input in advance! :)
Oh… and leave a comment please? Thanks!