Disclaimer- You know the drill. Sorry it took so long for things to come
together but it's out now. The folk song used in this fic is "A Star in
the Night", an old French folk song.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Ginny sat in the Common Room finishing their homework. "I wander what that Ghost is doing at Hogwarts," Ron said in a low voice.
"Yeah and what connection she has with Sirius," Harry continued.
"Why don't we go and find out?" Hermione questioned.
"You think we should?" Ginny asked. "Thyra seemed pretty broken up about it"
"I want to find out more about my Godfather and if she knows, I'd atleast like to try."
"Why don't you ask Proffessor Lupin?" Neville asked curiously.
"Lupin and I aren't really talking about it," Harry squirmed uncomfortably. "I just know it's killing him as well."
"Well let's get a move on, we haven't got all day have we?" The four got up and trekked to the- "Wait, do we know where we saw her?"
"No, not really," Harry sighed.
"Don't do that Harry, we can find her," Ginny said. "Or, hey, let's go to the Room of Requirement."
"Okay," they all consented, looking at her suspiciously. Once they got to the wall Ginny concentrated hard and a door appeared. They stepped in and were very surprised to see Thyra crying in an old wing-back chair. "Thyra?" the girl turned to them and for the first time Harry saw a small ring on her finger.
"Yes?" she sniffed. "What do you want?"
"We want to know more about Sirius Black. You see, he was my Godfather," Harry said, looking at his feet.
"Was?'
"He-he died at the end of last term," Hermione answered, seeing that Harry was in no condition to talk about it by himself.
"He's dead?" Thyra asked incorrigibly.
"Yes, he died defending me and my friends at the Department of Mysteries," Harry said in a nearly silent voice. Thyra looked out of the window for a moment as if she was remembering something of long ago.
"Thyra?" Sirius asked, walking up behind her and laying and hand on her shoulder. She looked at him and smiled before turning back to the window. The two were staying in Italy for a bit of a holiday before starting work. They called it their pre-honeymoon.
"The stars are so lovely," she murmured.
"You're lovely," he kissed her lightly on her cheek and let his head rest there. "Do you want the stars?" She smiled softly and nodded.
"Yes, I want the stars Sirius."
"Well, I hope I'll do. I am an entire constellation after all." He grinned at her sheepishly.
"I think you'll more then do for now darling."
"For now?"
"Well, did you ever hear about the singer and star. They were destined to bring many more stars into the world. You see, the sky wasn't full enough."
"No, I've never heard that one," Sirius grinned.
"Well, you'll do for now anyway."
"And you'll do for ever."
"That's a very comforting thought."
"Let me sing you a song," Sirius grinned. She smiled back.
"All right."
"The perfect piteous beauty of thy face,
Is like a star the dawning drives away;
Mine eyes may never see in the bright day
Thy pallid halo, thy supernal grace:
But in the night from forth the silent place
Thou comest, dim in dreams, as doth a stray
Star of the starry flock that in the grey
Is seen, and lost, and seen a moment's space.
And as the earth at night turns to a star,
Loved long ago, and dearer than the sun,
So in the spiritual place afar,
At night our souls are mingled and made one,
And wait till one night fall, and one dawn rise,
That brings no noon too splendid for your eyes."
He finished and she looked at him with new awe. "Where did you learn that song?"
"I learned it from this man in a pub a while back. I was just waiting for the right moment to sing it to you."
"I didn't know you sang!"
"Yeah well you make everything new Thyra. I don't know what it is about you but you just make me want to sing and shout and be entirely happy for the rest of my life."
"You do the same to me."
"My darling, let's just elope, let's go off to a little chapel here and just get married."
"Sirius, we can't do that!" Just then an owl flew in through the window.
"Opa, what are you doing here?" Sirius asked James's owl. He unfurled the letter and read:
Dear Sirius,
I hope you and Thyra are having a marvelous time in Italy. I just sent a letter to tell you that LILY SAID YES!!!!! We're going to get married as soon as possible. We're even thinking that we could get married within the month! I do hope you and Thyra can make it home in time but if you can't, that's fine too. After our's we can start planning yours.
Your best friend,
James
"See, Sirius, we have to wait till after Lily and James get married," Thyra silently rued the letter. If it hadn't been for James's message she could have seen being "coaxed" by Sirius's proposal.
"I know. We're going to have to cut our holiday short I'm afraid." Thyra nodded.
"We'll just finish out the week and be back to England by Sunday." Sirius nodded and they went back to star gazing.
The rest of their holiday was uneventful. They picked out some lovely wedding gifts and went sightseeing. On their last night they went on a Gondola ride through the heart of Rome. Thyra was curled up against Sirius's chest. "I wish we didn't have to leave."
"I know but James is my best friend and I couldn't abandon him."
"And Lily is a very good friend of mine. Really, I knew it would be hard to leave but, oh I don't know. Don't listen to me."
"But I like listening to you! How about we come back here for our honeymoon?"
"That sounds simply lovely," Thyra smiled. At least they would be coming back relatively soon.
In the weeks before James and Lily's wedding, news that a new power had risen came to the ears of the whole wizarding community with a deafening roar. Lord Voldemort had surfaced. He struck out with a vengeance. In his first week of terror he killed just nigh of 20 people, 3 of them being muggles. James, Lily, Sirius, and Remus fought him as best they could. Their auror training (due to their high grades and Dumbledore's hunch that Voldemort was coming, they had been allowed to seek private training their 6th and 7th years) was strained with the weight of an actual attack. There were many close calls, 2 very close ones for James and Lily. Regardless, wedding plans continued as usually as they could.
James and Lily's wedding was beautiful. Thyra sang and played for the processional and Sirius stood beside James. James and Lily flew off to Scotland where they would be having their honeymoon. It amazed everyone how two people, who had wholly detested each other could get married but a year or so after they started going out. They were quite young, just almost 19 but no one had any doubts about their intentions.
Thyra, Sirius, Remus, and Peter were left to pick up the shards of the wedding in the Potters' absence. And the two love birds came back with a new surprise. One that single-handedly pushed back Thyra and Sirius's wedding yet again. There would be a new Potter in only 9 months. Thyra hadn't the heart to pull Sirius away from his imminent godchild, so the couple went to work everyday with the weight of the wizarding world on their shoulders without the bond of two gold rings holding them together.
Half way into Lily's 2nd trimester Voldemort struck their house. Meanwhile, Dumbledore was interviewing a certain future Professor above the Hog's Head. A prophesy was made. Waiting to see who would be chosen, Dumbledore watched the Potters and the Longbottoms very closely. Two boys were born in July.
James came from the delivery room with a huge smile plastered on his face. "It's a boy, we've got a boy," Sirius jumped up and pounded him on the back.
"What does he look like?"
"He's got my hair, gobs of black hair and Lily's eyes. The book said babies are usually born with blue eyes but Harry's got the greenest eyes in the whole god-damn world!"
"Congratulation," Thyra smiled.
"Yeah, Congratulations!" Remus exclaimed, grinning at his friend. Peter hadn't been able to make it, an "unavoidable conflict."
"What's his name?"
"Harry James Potter, Harry after Lily's dad and James after, well, me!" It was obvious that James was extremely happy. When the young couple got home the next night, however, a cryptic message was left on the kitchen table, hand delivered by Doyle, Voldemort's owl.
A boy you have will soon be dead.
They spoke to Dumbledore and the Fidelius Charm was the decided course. Dumbledore told Lily and James of the prophesy. It took James only a moment to decide on a Secret Keeper, Sirius Black. The charm was done in secret, no one, not even Sirius's fiancé knew...
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Ginny sat in the Common Room finishing their homework. "I wander what that Ghost is doing at Hogwarts," Ron said in a low voice.
"Yeah and what connection she has with Sirius," Harry continued.
"Why don't we go and find out?" Hermione questioned.
"You think we should?" Ginny asked. "Thyra seemed pretty broken up about it"
"I want to find out more about my Godfather and if she knows, I'd atleast like to try."
"Why don't you ask Proffessor Lupin?" Neville asked curiously.
"Lupin and I aren't really talking about it," Harry squirmed uncomfortably. "I just know it's killing him as well."
"Well let's get a move on, we haven't got all day have we?" The four got up and trekked to the- "Wait, do we know where we saw her?"
"No, not really," Harry sighed.
"Don't do that Harry, we can find her," Ginny said. "Or, hey, let's go to the Room of Requirement."
"Okay," they all consented, looking at her suspiciously. Once they got to the wall Ginny concentrated hard and a door appeared. They stepped in and were very surprised to see Thyra crying in an old wing-back chair. "Thyra?" the girl turned to them and for the first time Harry saw a small ring on her finger.
"Yes?" she sniffed. "What do you want?"
"We want to know more about Sirius Black. You see, he was my Godfather," Harry said, looking at his feet.
"Was?'
"He-he died at the end of last term," Hermione answered, seeing that Harry was in no condition to talk about it by himself.
"He's dead?" Thyra asked incorrigibly.
"Yes, he died defending me and my friends at the Department of Mysteries," Harry said in a nearly silent voice. Thyra looked out of the window for a moment as if she was remembering something of long ago.
"Thyra?" Sirius asked, walking up behind her and laying and hand on her shoulder. She looked at him and smiled before turning back to the window. The two were staying in Italy for a bit of a holiday before starting work. They called it their pre-honeymoon.
"The stars are so lovely," she murmured.
"You're lovely," he kissed her lightly on her cheek and let his head rest there. "Do you want the stars?" She smiled softly and nodded.
"Yes, I want the stars Sirius."
"Well, I hope I'll do. I am an entire constellation after all." He grinned at her sheepishly.
"I think you'll more then do for now darling."
"For now?"
"Well, did you ever hear about the singer and star. They were destined to bring many more stars into the world. You see, the sky wasn't full enough."
"No, I've never heard that one," Sirius grinned.
"Well, you'll do for now anyway."
"And you'll do for ever."
"That's a very comforting thought."
"Let me sing you a song," Sirius grinned. She smiled back.
"All right."
"The perfect piteous beauty of thy face,
Is like a star the dawning drives away;
Mine eyes may never see in the bright day
Thy pallid halo, thy supernal grace:
But in the night from forth the silent place
Thou comest, dim in dreams, as doth a stray
Star of the starry flock that in the grey
Is seen, and lost, and seen a moment's space.
And as the earth at night turns to a star,
Loved long ago, and dearer than the sun,
So in the spiritual place afar,
At night our souls are mingled and made one,
And wait till one night fall, and one dawn rise,
That brings no noon too splendid for your eyes."
He finished and she looked at him with new awe. "Where did you learn that song?"
"I learned it from this man in a pub a while back. I was just waiting for the right moment to sing it to you."
"I didn't know you sang!"
"Yeah well you make everything new Thyra. I don't know what it is about you but you just make me want to sing and shout and be entirely happy for the rest of my life."
"You do the same to me."
"My darling, let's just elope, let's go off to a little chapel here and just get married."
"Sirius, we can't do that!" Just then an owl flew in through the window.
"Opa, what are you doing here?" Sirius asked James's owl. He unfurled the letter and read:
Dear Sirius,
I hope you and Thyra are having a marvelous time in Italy. I just sent a letter to tell you that LILY SAID YES!!!!! We're going to get married as soon as possible. We're even thinking that we could get married within the month! I do hope you and Thyra can make it home in time but if you can't, that's fine too. After our's we can start planning yours.
Your best friend,
James
"See, Sirius, we have to wait till after Lily and James get married," Thyra silently rued the letter. If it hadn't been for James's message she could have seen being "coaxed" by Sirius's proposal.
"I know. We're going to have to cut our holiday short I'm afraid." Thyra nodded.
"We'll just finish out the week and be back to England by Sunday." Sirius nodded and they went back to star gazing.
The rest of their holiday was uneventful. They picked out some lovely wedding gifts and went sightseeing. On their last night they went on a Gondola ride through the heart of Rome. Thyra was curled up against Sirius's chest. "I wish we didn't have to leave."
"I know but James is my best friend and I couldn't abandon him."
"And Lily is a very good friend of mine. Really, I knew it would be hard to leave but, oh I don't know. Don't listen to me."
"But I like listening to you! How about we come back here for our honeymoon?"
"That sounds simply lovely," Thyra smiled. At least they would be coming back relatively soon.
In the weeks before James and Lily's wedding, news that a new power had risen came to the ears of the whole wizarding community with a deafening roar. Lord Voldemort had surfaced. He struck out with a vengeance. In his first week of terror he killed just nigh of 20 people, 3 of them being muggles. James, Lily, Sirius, and Remus fought him as best they could. Their auror training (due to their high grades and Dumbledore's hunch that Voldemort was coming, they had been allowed to seek private training their 6th and 7th years) was strained with the weight of an actual attack. There were many close calls, 2 very close ones for James and Lily. Regardless, wedding plans continued as usually as they could.
James and Lily's wedding was beautiful. Thyra sang and played for the processional and Sirius stood beside James. James and Lily flew off to Scotland where they would be having their honeymoon. It amazed everyone how two people, who had wholly detested each other could get married but a year or so after they started going out. They were quite young, just almost 19 but no one had any doubts about their intentions.
Thyra, Sirius, Remus, and Peter were left to pick up the shards of the wedding in the Potters' absence. And the two love birds came back with a new surprise. One that single-handedly pushed back Thyra and Sirius's wedding yet again. There would be a new Potter in only 9 months. Thyra hadn't the heart to pull Sirius away from his imminent godchild, so the couple went to work everyday with the weight of the wizarding world on their shoulders without the bond of two gold rings holding them together.
Half way into Lily's 2nd trimester Voldemort struck their house. Meanwhile, Dumbledore was interviewing a certain future Professor above the Hog's Head. A prophesy was made. Waiting to see who would be chosen, Dumbledore watched the Potters and the Longbottoms very closely. Two boys were born in July.
James came from the delivery room with a huge smile plastered on his face. "It's a boy, we've got a boy," Sirius jumped up and pounded him on the back.
"What does he look like?"
"He's got my hair, gobs of black hair and Lily's eyes. The book said babies are usually born with blue eyes but Harry's got the greenest eyes in the whole god-damn world!"
"Congratulation," Thyra smiled.
"Yeah, Congratulations!" Remus exclaimed, grinning at his friend. Peter hadn't been able to make it, an "unavoidable conflict."
"What's his name?"
"Harry James Potter, Harry after Lily's dad and James after, well, me!" It was obvious that James was extremely happy. When the young couple got home the next night, however, a cryptic message was left on the kitchen table, hand delivered by Doyle, Voldemort's owl.
A boy you have will soon be dead.
They spoke to Dumbledore and the Fidelius Charm was the decided course. Dumbledore told Lily and James of the prophesy. It took James only a moment to decide on a Secret Keeper, Sirius Black. The charm was done in secret, no one, not even Sirius's fiancé knew...