Twisted Fate
by Katerina*Elise
A/N- Hi, everyone! So sorry that it has taken so
long for me to update and everything... I've been on
vacation and ff.net was down too. Oh well, at least
I'm posting now, huh? hehe! I hope you like this
next part. Thanks to my beta, MountainDewChika!
Happy reading!
This chapter is dedicated to my really good friend
Megan. I know things are getting hard for you, but
keep being the strong person you are and everything
will be ok. Just promise to come visit me soon, ok?
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
Chapter Four: The Dream States
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
Sirius's Dream
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
Sirius was walking slowly through a forest glen.
He felt like he was floating, gently drifting through
the green, silky leaves.
Suddenly everything grew dark. The once
friendly trees now seemed to grasp at him and hold
him back, hold him away from somewhere he wanted to
be, someone he wanted to be with. The darkness
pressed around him and smothered him with an
unbearable pressure.
He couldn't see as he struggled and twisted
in the thick air, gasping for each dry breath that
trickled into his lungs. A bead of sweat dropped
down his forehead before suddenly-
It was brushed gently away. "Shh..." a
soothing voice whispered. '"You're all right.
Nothing's wrong. Don't worry; I'm here."
His breathing came easier and the darkness
lifted as he floated downwards onto a soft bed that
had appeared under him.
A pillow cradled his head and warm arms
circled his waist. A soft body pressed against him-
a woman's body. He turned to her, not looking, not
caring about anything other than the feeling of
belonging that was lodged deep inside him. Lips
met lips, tongues dueled furiously, battling with
each other in a mad dash for feeling.
He groaned contentedly and opened his eyes,
look-ing into deep, chocolate-brown pools of passion
and knowledge, joy and pain, all mixed into one.
He closed his eyes and kissed her again,
softly and gently, with all of the loneliness that
had built up inside of him in all of the years he had
spent at Azkaban, even in the years that he had
spent at Hogwarts. Even chasing girls had left him
feeling low and alone, like he was selling himself
to the highest bidder.
This, this was different. This filled him
to overflowing, taking away all of the pain and
suffering of his life before her.
"Sirius," she whispered softly against his
lips, running her small hands through his hair. He
smiled into the deep kiss and pulled her closer
against his chest. She sighed when it ended and
snuggled against his chest.
''I love you.'' He whispered. ''I always
have and I always will.''
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
Hermione's Dream
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
Hermione lay on her back in the long, cool
grass of the field behind her parent's house. The
scent of burning charcoal and barbecue sauce assaulted
her nose and she breathed deeply, reveling in the mix
of cooking smells and the sweet grass surrounding her.
The clouds above her twisted into many shapes.
A huge black cloud slowly morphed into an older
version of Norbert. Another huge cloud became
friendly Hagrid, who cuddled close to the cloud-
Norbert. Hogwarts castle appeared in the background
and tiny students rushed around the grounds. The
cloud-Whomping Willow thrashed wildly at the students
that got too close, only just missing them. It had
seemed to have grown a soft spot for the Herbology-
adept Neville Longbottom, who sat next to the trunk,
tending to the many tiny saplings that he had placed
there so the tree wouldn't be alone.
But Hermione wasn't really paying much
attention to Hagrid, the castle, or Neville and the
willow. She was watching a large dark cloud in the
western skies. A body was being pressured on all
sides by the cloud.
Wanting to help, Hermione stood up and pressed
off from the ground and, amazingly, flew. Instead
of being afraid like she was with a broom under her,
she felt amazingly free and clear, like something was
lifted from her shoulders the closer she got to the
tiny white cloud-body. Looking down, she realized
that she, too, was a cloud.
Ahead of her, the clouds grew more details
and became sharper and more defined. The dark clouds
grew limbs and leaves that grasped and encircled
the middle of the cloud person. She could see that
it was a man now, with long dark hair. He was
amazingly familiar to her and the sight of him in
pain sent horrible pangs through her heart. She
flew faster towards him, unsure of how to help him,
only knowing that she must.
//Just hold on,// she thought. //I'm coming...
I'm coming.//
She finally reached the darkness and saw the
terrible dark tree limbs grasping him, now not
only his waist but around his neck as well. She
almost screamed as she put on another burst of
speed and reached him, touching the branches,
causing them to draw back quickly, releasing their
prisoner.
A drop of sweat dropped down his forehead and
she wiped it away. ''Shh...'' she whispered.
''You're all right. Nothing's wrong. Don't worry.
I'm here.''
He started to fall and Hermione grabbed him,
floating him slowly down onto a cloud that looked
like a large soft bed. A cloud-pillow caught his
head gently and Hermione laid him down before
laying beside him, hugging his back to her chest.
He turned to face her and kissed her softly.
Her jaw dropped in shock for a second and then she
went along with it, deepening it.
Hermione felt exhilarated as his tongue
slid along hers. Nerves twisted into beautiful
agony and she ran her hands along his smooth,
muscular back.
She pulled back from the (amazing) kiss
and opened her eyes. She studied his face with an
artist's view -- the almost sharp cheek bones, the
flawless skin, the amazingly soft and kissable
mouth, and the endearing stubble on his chin. He
groaned and opened his eyes before smiling broadly.
She almost gasped when she saw the kindness
and generosity in his eyes. He smiled gently
before leaning in to kiss her again.
This kiss was gentle and she put all the
love she had in the world into it. She could feel
his heart racing in his chest and realized that her
heart was going at the same pace, if not faster.
"Sirius," she mumbled against his sweet lips,
running her hands through his long dark. He
smiled widely and deepened the kiss, pulling her
closer to his chest.
"I love you." He whispered, and his voice
rumbled around his chest. "I always have and I
always will."
She knew he spoke the truth.
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
End Dreams
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
Remus Lupin woke groggily when his alarm
clock let out a series of insistent beeps. He
growled deeply at it before remembering that he was
supposed to go see Sirius and Harry that morning.
He rose quickly and threw on a pair of faded
blue jeans and a black t-shirt before grabbing his
wizard's robe and wand. He ambled into his bath-
room to brush his teeth, shave, and spike his hair.
(AN-I think our Remmy would look good with short
spiked hair! So sue me... Oh, God. Please don't!!
I couldn't handle the stress!)
When he finished getting ready, he apparated
to Sirius's house and walked into the kitchen,
tapping the coffeepot with his wand which immedi-
ately filled with rich, caffeinated coffee. He
grabbed a mug from the cabinet and poured a
steaming cup.
He breathed the scent in deeply and walked
into the living room to sit and wait for Sirius
to wake up, but before he had taken two steps
into the room, his eyes widened in shock.
Sirius and Hermione were entwined on the
large couch. Hermione's head was on Sirius's chest
and his cheek was pressed against her hair. Her
arms were wrapped around his waist and a tiny smile
played on her lips. One of his legs was thrown
over both of hers and he had his arms wrapped
around her possessively.
All in all, they looked extremely comfor-
table. Remus cleared his throat softly, and, had
it been anyone besides Hermione, probably would
have laughed when Sirius woke and tightened his
grasp on her before looking up furiously. He
blushed when he saw Remus standing there with his
mouth set in a hard line.
"Sirius..." he growled. "What are you doing
with Hermione?"
Sirius looked down at himself and realized
what Remus must have thought had gone on between
the two. "It's not what it looks like, Moony."
"The hell it isn't." Remus raged. He
started pacing the room. "I didn't expect this
of you, Sirius. I really didn't."
By this time Hermione was beginning to
wake up. She groaned softly and tightened her
hold on Sirius before smiling and snuggling
against his chest. Sirius breathed deeply and
smoothed her hair back away from her face before
looking at Remus again.
"I told you, nothing happened." He said,
gentle insistence weaving through his voice.
"Yeah," Remus replied incredulously. "And
nothing is the reason that I find you wrapped
around one of my students looking like you both
just had the lay of your life."
"Remus, calm down. Your imagination is
running away with you." He grinned. "Besides, it
wasn't the best. It was close, but she will
never beat that Parkinson chick."
Remus laughed and sat down in an arm chair.
"Okay, now I know you're kidding. But if you
didn't sleep with her, then what's the deal?"
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
TBC
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
AN2- Kudos to all my bestest reviewers like...
VenusDeMilo, Tracy, PearlyJammer, bob lemon,
A Devilish Angel, littlemandyralph, a_owl, and
Anne K. Letoile!
Please review, praise and flame both welcome!
Love, peace, and chocolate chip cookies,
Kat
by Katerina*Elise
A/N- Hi, everyone! So sorry that it has taken so
long for me to update and everything... I've been on
vacation and ff.net was down too. Oh well, at least
I'm posting now, huh? hehe! I hope you like this
next part. Thanks to my beta, MountainDewChika!
Happy reading!
This chapter is dedicated to my really good friend
Megan. I know things are getting hard for you, but
keep being the strong person you are and everything
will be ok. Just promise to come visit me soon, ok?
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
Chapter Four: The Dream States
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
Sirius's Dream
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
Sirius was walking slowly through a forest glen.
He felt like he was floating, gently drifting through
the green, silky leaves.
Suddenly everything grew dark. The once
friendly trees now seemed to grasp at him and hold
him back, hold him away from somewhere he wanted to
be, someone he wanted to be with. The darkness
pressed around him and smothered him with an
unbearable pressure.
He couldn't see as he struggled and twisted
in the thick air, gasping for each dry breath that
trickled into his lungs. A bead of sweat dropped
down his forehead before suddenly-
It was brushed gently away. "Shh..." a
soothing voice whispered. '"You're all right.
Nothing's wrong. Don't worry; I'm here."
His breathing came easier and the darkness
lifted as he floated downwards onto a soft bed that
had appeared under him.
A pillow cradled his head and warm arms
circled his waist. A soft body pressed against him-
a woman's body. He turned to her, not looking, not
caring about anything other than the feeling of
belonging that was lodged deep inside him. Lips
met lips, tongues dueled furiously, battling with
each other in a mad dash for feeling.
He groaned contentedly and opened his eyes,
look-ing into deep, chocolate-brown pools of passion
and knowledge, joy and pain, all mixed into one.
He closed his eyes and kissed her again,
softly and gently, with all of the loneliness that
had built up inside of him in all of the years he had
spent at Azkaban, even in the years that he had
spent at Hogwarts. Even chasing girls had left him
feeling low and alone, like he was selling himself
to the highest bidder.
This, this was different. This filled him
to overflowing, taking away all of the pain and
suffering of his life before her.
"Sirius," she whispered softly against his
lips, running her small hands through his hair. He
smiled into the deep kiss and pulled her closer
against his chest. She sighed when it ended and
snuggled against his chest.
''I love you.'' He whispered. ''I always
have and I always will.''
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
Hermione's Dream
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
Hermione lay on her back in the long, cool
grass of the field behind her parent's house. The
scent of burning charcoal and barbecue sauce assaulted
her nose and she breathed deeply, reveling in the mix
of cooking smells and the sweet grass surrounding her.
The clouds above her twisted into many shapes.
A huge black cloud slowly morphed into an older
version of Norbert. Another huge cloud became
friendly Hagrid, who cuddled close to the cloud-
Norbert. Hogwarts castle appeared in the background
and tiny students rushed around the grounds. The
cloud-Whomping Willow thrashed wildly at the students
that got too close, only just missing them. It had
seemed to have grown a soft spot for the Herbology-
adept Neville Longbottom, who sat next to the trunk,
tending to the many tiny saplings that he had placed
there so the tree wouldn't be alone.
But Hermione wasn't really paying much
attention to Hagrid, the castle, or Neville and the
willow. She was watching a large dark cloud in the
western skies. A body was being pressured on all
sides by the cloud.
Wanting to help, Hermione stood up and pressed
off from the ground and, amazingly, flew. Instead
of being afraid like she was with a broom under her,
she felt amazingly free and clear, like something was
lifted from her shoulders the closer she got to the
tiny white cloud-body. Looking down, she realized
that she, too, was a cloud.
Ahead of her, the clouds grew more details
and became sharper and more defined. The dark clouds
grew limbs and leaves that grasped and encircled
the middle of the cloud person. She could see that
it was a man now, with long dark hair. He was
amazingly familiar to her and the sight of him in
pain sent horrible pangs through her heart. She
flew faster towards him, unsure of how to help him,
only knowing that she must.
//Just hold on,// she thought. //I'm coming...
I'm coming.//
She finally reached the darkness and saw the
terrible dark tree limbs grasping him, now not
only his waist but around his neck as well. She
almost screamed as she put on another burst of
speed and reached him, touching the branches,
causing them to draw back quickly, releasing their
prisoner.
A drop of sweat dropped down his forehead and
she wiped it away. ''Shh...'' she whispered.
''You're all right. Nothing's wrong. Don't worry.
I'm here.''
He started to fall and Hermione grabbed him,
floating him slowly down onto a cloud that looked
like a large soft bed. A cloud-pillow caught his
head gently and Hermione laid him down before
laying beside him, hugging his back to her chest.
He turned to face her and kissed her softly.
Her jaw dropped in shock for a second and then she
went along with it, deepening it.
Hermione felt exhilarated as his tongue
slid along hers. Nerves twisted into beautiful
agony and she ran her hands along his smooth,
muscular back.
She pulled back from the (amazing) kiss
and opened her eyes. She studied his face with an
artist's view -- the almost sharp cheek bones, the
flawless skin, the amazingly soft and kissable
mouth, and the endearing stubble on his chin. He
groaned and opened his eyes before smiling broadly.
She almost gasped when she saw the kindness
and generosity in his eyes. He smiled gently
before leaning in to kiss her again.
This kiss was gentle and she put all the
love she had in the world into it. She could feel
his heart racing in his chest and realized that her
heart was going at the same pace, if not faster.
"Sirius," she mumbled against his sweet lips,
running her hands through his long dark. He
smiled widely and deepened the kiss, pulling her
closer to his chest.
"I love you." He whispered, and his voice
rumbled around his chest. "I always have and I
always will."
She knew he spoke the truth.
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
End Dreams
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
Remus Lupin woke groggily when his alarm
clock let out a series of insistent beeps. He
growled deeply at it before remembering that he was
supposed to go see Sirius and Harry that morning.
He rose quickly and threw on a pair of faded
blue jeans and a black t-shirt before grabbing his
wizard's robe and wand. He ambled into his bath-
room to brush his teeth, shave, and spike his hair.
(AN-I think our Remmy would look good with short
spiked hair! So sue me... Oh, God. Please don't!!
I couldn't handle the stress!)
When he finished getting ready, he apparated
to Sirius's house and walked into the kitchen,
tapping the coffeepot with his wand which immedi-
ately filled with rich, caffeinated coffee. He
grabbed a mug from the cabinet and poured a
steaming cup.
He breathed the scent in deeply and walked
into the living room to sit and wait for Sirius
to wake up, but before he had taken two steps
into the room, his eyes widened in shock.
Sirius and Hermione were entwined on the
large couch. Hermione's head was on Sirius's chest
and his cheek was pressed against her hair. Her
arms were wrapped around his waist and a tiny smile
played on her lips. One of his legs was thrown
over both of hers and he had his arms wrapped
around her possessively.
All in all, they looked extremely comfor-
table. Remus cleared his throat softly, and, had
it been anyone besides Hermione, probably would
have laughed when Sirius woke and tightened his
grasp on her before looking up furiously. He
blushed when he saw Remus standing there with his
mouth set in a hard line.
"Sirius..." he growled. "What are you doing
with Hermione?"
Sirius looked down at himself and realized
what Remus must have thought had gone on between
the two. "It's not what it looks like, Moony."
"The hell it isn't." Remus raged. He
started pacing the room. "I didn't expect this
of you, Sirius. I really didn't."
By this time Hermione was beginning to
wake up. She groaned softly and tightened her
hold on Sirius before smiling and snuggling
against his chest. Sirius breathed deeply and
smoothed her hair back away from her face before
looking at Remus again.
"I told you, nothing happened." He said,
gentle insistence weaving through his voice.
"Yeah," Remus replied incredulously. "And
nothing is the reason that I find you wrapped
around one of my students looking like you both
just had the lay of your life."
"Remus, calm down. Your imagination is
running away with you." He grinned. "Besides, it
wasn't the best. It was close, but she will
never beat that Parkinson chick."
Remus laughed and sat down in an arm chair.
"Okay, now I know you're kidding. But if you
didn't sleep with her, then what's the deal?"
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
TBC
(*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)
AN2- Kudos to all my bestest reviewers like...
VenusDeMilo, Tracy, PearlyJammer, bob lemon,
A Devilish Angel, littlemandyralph, a_owl, and
Anne K. Letoile!
Please review, praise and flame both welcome!
Love, peace, and chocolate chip cookies,
Kat
