"Sing us another one Thyra!" James exclaimed. Thyra grinned widely
and drew the small mandolin to her again.
"Okay but only one more. We've all still got exams to study for." She looked up at the ceiling in contemplation. "I just don't know which one to sing. I'm sure you've heard them all a thousand times."
"Sing that one about black hair," Sirius said, curling up beside her and gazing into her chocolate brown eyes imploringly.
"What?" Remus asked.
"I know what he's talking about. It's "Black is the Color"," Thyra explained. She bit her lip playfully for a moment. Then she started fingering the dainty instrument slowly.
"But black is the color
Of my true love's hair
His face is like
Some rosey fair
The prettiest eyes
And the neatest hands;
I love the ground
Where-on he stands."
"Don't sing the rest," Sirius said, feigning seriousness. He gently fingered one of her curls with his forefinger and thumb.
"Why?" James asked.
"The rest is sad. Her true love is dead, that's why she's singing. I think she's going to commit suicide," Thyra answered, looking at Sirius with the utmost love and fascination.
"Okay guys, we've got studying to do," Remus chided. He knew that his efforts were in vain, that Sirius and Thyra were way too busy being lovey-dovey to pay attention to their studies. He considered them for a moment. Sirius had had countless girlfriends in his Hogwarts days, pretty much every girl in the school. Thyra, however, was different. She was kind, sweet, lovely, and smart, all those qualities that Sirius usually avoided. He went for the few-screws-loose, drop dead gorgeous, anal bitch types.
Thyra jerked from her revere. For a moment she imagined she was still gazing in to Sirius's big, black eyes. She soon found herself in her tower at Hogwarts. She looked down at her hands and found, to no surprise, that she was indeed translucent. A small tear trickled down her face. Death would be a welcome thing. Peaceful, serene death, taking her away from all memories of her past.
She was only aware of the deep ache that perpetually plagued her heart. She grabbed her chest hoping to tear out Sirius's memory. She let out a low moan and sank to the floor. She couldn't ever be happy, this she already knew. Every day was torture. Even so, she knew that if she saw Sirius but one more time it would be worth year of pain and turmoil. "Sirius, come back my dear, sweet Sirius," she whispered while sobbing.
The people who saw her form called her the Mourning Maiden. Never had anyone seen the ghostly creature with even a ghost of a smile spread on her face. She sang songs all day long, though nobody knew exactly why. They only felt sorry for her, crying all day long. Many, at least most of the people who had seen her, wondered what could make someone that unhappy.
"I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes.
If you on earth no more I see,
I can't serve you as you serve me.
The winter's past and leaves are green,
The time is past that we have seen
And yet I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.
I'll go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep.
I'll write to you in a few short lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.
My own true love, so fare the well.
The time has past, but I wish you well.
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one."
By this time Thyra had collapsed entirely into her sobs. Her stomach started to ache and she felt a hotness rising in her throat. "WHY DO I FEEL THIS PAIN?" she screamed. "WHY DO I SUFFER SO? COME BACK, COME BACK!" she sobbed harder then ever. "My Sirius, please come back," she choked out. Her chest was heaving and her ghostly hair hung around her face having come loose from her bun.
"Thyra?" Sirius asked, knocking on the door. The two were staying with James's family over the summer. It was the summer right after their 7th year. Thyra was sitting on her bed with a book spread across her crossed knees. She was dressed in a pair of navy shorts and a white tank- top. Her hair was drawn up into a pony-tail.
"What is it Sirius?" she asked, looking up from her book to face the tall man in the doorway. He had dark features and his black hair was shaggy, falling slightly below his ears. He was dressed in jeans and a T- shirt.
"I was wondering if you wanted to take a walk with me to the lake or something."
"Sure, just give me a minute," she answered promptly. She gave a quick look in the mirror and joined Sirius. Their hands immediately intertwined. She grinned at him. "I'm so happy we can spend the summer here instead of at our parent's houses!" Sirius nodded. Thyra lived with her grandparents who were both senile and very bad wizards. They were constantly making things tumble from their places. On top of all that, they were mean and had a great nephew living with them who was just as much so.
The two walked outside into the blazing July sun. It was an uncharacteriscally warm day in the English countryside. Thyra walked by Sirius side and lay her head on his shoulder. "I love you," Sirius whispered into her hair.
"I love you more," she replied playfully. He grinned widely. They walked a few more steps in silence.
"Sirius?"
"What Thyra?"
"Are you worried about this rumor? The one about the Lord whosa- whatsit." Sirius cocked his eyebrow.
"Well, it's hard to be afraid of Lord whosa-whatsit it doesn't sound very imposing," he said, poking her in the stomach.
"You know what I mean."
"Yes, I'm a bit worried. I'm more worried about my family trying to get me to the dark side then anything else."
"Let's not talk about it right now. It was stupid of me to bring it up." They walked in silence till they got to the glistening lake. Sirius pulled out a basket that he had transfigured to fit inside his pocket. He enlarged it and opened it up, spreading the contents onto the table. He next pulled out a small box and quickly concealed it behind the salad bowl. "You came prepared," Thyra laughed.
"Yes, well, you deserve the best!" She grinned even wider this time. He spread a blanket on the soft, wet grass. The two sat down and looked out over the lake. A few ducks were swimming across it's surface. Sirius stood and walked to a nearby flower bush. He plucked a yellow rose from it and brought it back to the blanket. He tucked it softly behind Thyra's ear. She giggled and quickly pulled the hair band from her hair. It fell in soft curls, encompassing the flower.
"The pink, the lily, and the blooming rose
Grow in the garden where my love goes
The little, small birds they do rejoice
When they think they hear my love, Jimmie's voice
O James Machree, I do love you well
I love you better then tongue can tell
There's not one drop of the morning dew
That's half so sweet as one kiss from you"
Sirius looked at her adoringly. The way her hair fell into her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. In fact, every time he looked at her she was more beautiful then anything he'd ever seen. "That's one of the only happy ones that I know," she giggled. It was a sweet, bell- like tone that fit perfectly with her speaking and singing voice.
Sirius closed his eyes for a moment, gathering up courage for what he was about to do. He sighed deeply and looked into her eyes. "What is it Sirius, is something wrong?" He shook his head, unable to speak. He grasped the box in his hand tightly. Slowly he raised himself onto his knee.
"Stand up for a minute," he murmured shakily. She looked at him strangely. He drew the box slowly up. With his thumb, he flicked open the box revealing a glistening ring. The diamonds made a small orchid and a small grouping of emeralds made the leaves. It was all set on a white gold band. She gasped. "Thyra Linaeve Sparrow, will you consider being the wife of Sirius Black?" Tears fell down her face in torrets.
"Yes, yes, I'd love to be the wife of Mr. Sirius Black!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. She kissed him softly on the lips. The kiss depended and their bodies molded together. Their kiss was almost like a dance, graceful and slow.
A/N- This isn't that long but it is longer then the last one. The folk songs used in this one are "Black is the Color", and "The Mountain Dew". I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Merry almost Christmas.
"Okay but only one more. We've all still got exams to study for." She looked up at the ceiling in contemplation. "I just don't know which one to sing. I'm sure you've heard them all a thousand times."
"Sing that one about black hair," Sirius said, curling up beside her and gazing into her chocolate brown eyes imploringly.
"What?" Remus asked.
"I know what he's talking about. It's "Black is the Color"," Thyra explained. She bit her lip playfully for a moment. Then she started fingering the dainty instrument slowly.
"But black is the color
Of my true love's hair
His face is like
Some rosey fair
The prettiest eyes
And the neatest hands;
I love the ground
Where-on he stands."
"Don't sing the rest," Sirius said, feigning seriousness. He gently fingered one of her curls with his forefinger and thumb.
"Why?" James asked.
"The rest is sad. Her true love is dead, that's why she's singing. I think she's going to commit suicide," Thyra answered, looking at Sirius with the utmost love and fascination.
"Okay guys, we've got studying to do," Remus chided. He knew that his efforts were in vain, that Sirius and Thyra were way too busy being lovey-dovey to pay attention to their studies. He considered them for a moment. Sirius had had countless girlfriends in his Hogwarts days, pretty much every girl in the school. Thyra, however, was different. She was kind, sweet, lovely, and smart, all those qualities that Sirius usually avoided. He went for the few-screws-loose, drop dead gorgeous, anal bitch types.
Thyra jerked from her revere. For a moment she imagined she was still gazing in to Sirius's big, black eyes. She soon found herself in her tower at Hogwarts. She looked down at her hands and found, to no surprise, that she was indeed translucent. A small tear trickled down her face. Death would be a welcome thing. Peaceful, serene death, taking her away from all memories of her past.
She was only aware of the deep ache that perpetually plagued her heart. She grabbed her chest hoping to tear out Sirius's memory. She let out a low moan and sank to the floor. She couldn't ever be happy, this she already knew. Every day was torture. Even so, she knew that if she saw Sirius but one more time it would be worth year of pain and turmoil. "Sirius, come back my dear, sweet Sirius," she whispered while sobbing.
The people who saw her form called her the Mourning Maiden. Never had anyone seen the ghostly creature with even a ghost of a smile spread on her face. She sang songs all day long, though nobody knew exactly why. They only felt sorry for her, crying all day long. Many, at least most of the people who had seen her, wondered what could make someone that unhappy.
"I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes.
If you on earth no more I see,
I can't serve you as you serve me.
The winter's past and leaves are green,
The time is past that we have seen
And yet I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.
I'll go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep.
I'll write to you in a few short lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.
My own true love, so fare the well.
The time has past, but I wish you well.
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one."
By this time Thyra had collapsed entirely into her sobs. Her stomach started to ache and she felt a hotness rising in her throat. "WHY DO I FEEL THIS PAIN?" she screamed. "WHY DO I SUFFER SO? COME BACK, COME BACK!" she sobbed harder then ever. "My Sirius, please come back," she choked out. Her chest was heaving and her ghostly hair hung around her face having come loose from her bun.
"Thyra?" Sirius asked, knocking on the door. The two were staying with James's family over the summer. It was the summer right after their 7th year. Thyra was sitting on her bed with a book spread across her crossed knees. She was dressed in a pair of navy shorts and a white tank- top. Her hair was drawn up into a pony-tail.
"What is it Sirius?" she asked, looking up from her book to face the tall man in the doorway. He had dark features and his black hair was shaggy, falling slightly below his ears. He was dressed in jeans and a T- shirt.
"I was wondering if you wanted to take a walk with me to the lake or something."
"Sure, just give me a minute," she answered promptly. She gave a quick look in the mirror and joined Sirius. Their hands immediately intertwined. She grinned at him. "I'm so happy we can spend the summer here instead of at our parent's houses!" Sirius nodded. Thyra lived with her grandparents who were both senile and very bad wizards. They were constantly making things tumble from their places. On top of all that, they were mean and had a great nephew living with them who was just as much so.
The two walked outside into the blazing July sun. It was an uncharacteriscally warm day in the English countryside. Thyra walked by Sirius side and lay her head on his shoulder. "I love you," Sirius whispered into her hair.
"I love you more," she replied playfully. He grinned widely. They walked a few more steps in silence.
"Sirius?"
"What Thyra?"
"Are you worried about this rumor? The one about the Lord whosa- whatsit." Sirius cocked his eyebrow.
"Well, it's hard to be afraid of Lord whosa-whatsit it doesn't sound very imposing," he said, poking her in the stomach.
"You know what I mean."
"Yes, I'm a bit worried. I'm more worried about my family trying to get me to the dark side then anything else."
"Let's not talk about it right now. It was stupid of me to bring it up." They walked in silence till they got to the glistening lake. Sirius pulled out a basket that he had transfigured to fit inside his pocket. He enlarged it and opened it up, spreading the contents onto the table. He next pulled out a small box and quickly concealed it behind the salad bowl. "You came prepared," Thyra laughed.
"Yes, well, you deserve the best!" She grinned even wider this time. He spread a blanket on the soft, wet grass. The two sat down and looked out over the lake. A few ducks were swimming across it's surface. Sirius stood and walked to a nearby flower bush. He plucked a yellow rose from it and brought it back to the blanket. He tucked it softly behind Thyra's ear. She giggled and quickly pulled the hair band from her hair. It fell in soft curls, encompassing the flower.
"The pink, the lily, and the blooming rose
Grow in the garden where my love goes
The little, small birds they do rejoice
When they think they hear my love, Jimmie's voice
O James Machree, I do love you well
I love you better then tongue can tell
There's not one drop of the morning dew
That's half so sweet as one kiss from you"
Sirius looked at her adoringly. The way her hair fell into her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. In fact, every time he looked at her she was more beautiful then anything he'd ever seen. "That's one of the only happy ones that I know," she giggled. It was a sweet, bell- like tone that fit perfectly with her speaking and singing voice.
Sirius closed his eyes for a moment, gathering up courage for what he was about to do. He sighed deeply and looked into her eyes. "What is it Sirius, is something wrong?" He shook his head, unable to speak. He grasped the box in his hand tightly. Slowly he raised himself onto his knee.
"Stand up for a minute," he murmured shakily. She looked at him strangely. He drew the box slowly up. With his thumb, he flicked open the box revealing a glistening ring. The diamonds made a small orchid and a small grouping of emeralds made the leaves. It was all set on a white gold band. She gasped. "Thyra Linaeve Sparrow, will you consider being the wife of Sirius Black?" Tears fell down her face in torrets.
"Yes, yes, I'd love to be the wife of Mr. Sirius Black!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. She kissed him softly on the lips. The kiss depended and their bodies molded together. Their kiss was almost like a dance, graceful and slow.
A/N- This isn't that long but it is longer then the last one. The folk songs used in this one are "Black is the Color", and "The Mountain Dew". I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Merry almost Christmas.