Wherever You Will Go

So lately, I've been wonderin
Who will be there to take my place
When I'm gone, you'll need love
To light the shadows on your face
If a great wave should fall
It would fall upon us all
And between the sand and stone
Could you make it on your own

If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go


Sirius walked on, Jaimie trudging sleepily behind him, thinking about 'the moment'. She thought about what she could say to Sirius to console him, an apology, or a promise, but they didn't seem suitable. So she just stayed quiet, walking along like a child, her head lolling, and feet getting heavier, her eyelids drooping.
Sirius, as if in tune with her thoughts and emotions turned to her and smiled, and placed a supporting arm around her shoulders. Appreciating the extra help, Jaimie placed both her arms around his middle, pulling him into a kind of hug. He smiled to himself, as Jaimie placed her head on his chest, closed her eyes, and letting Sirius lead her to wherever. He liked it this way, it gave him a sense of her trust. It was a way of saying that she trusted her life to him, to lead her anywhere, and she would go willingly, and for once, in his sixteen years of life, he felt a need to keep her safe, to protect her from anything and everything; he felt love instead of lust, and the feeling was very new and scary to him. All the same, he walked on, holding Jaimie tightly him, not willing to let go of her.
When they had finally reached his door step, Jaimie was in a deep sleep. Finding it hard to go inside with an unconscious body on its feet, he decided to carry her up instead. So, he lifted her sleeping form easily into his arms, and turned the door knob cautiously. He climbed the stairs to his room and closed the door, placing Jaimie on his bed, and taking off her shoes and cloak, and not bothering to dress himself, lay down next to her, and fell asleep.

That night, or what was the rest of it, Jaimie had a dream. She was running in the woods, it must have been night, because all around her were darkness. Trees loomed out of the horizon so suddenly, it was as if they walked in front of her. She caught glimpses of the moon, beneath the heavy foliage. Sweat broke out in tiny beads on her face, her heart pounding against her heart so much, it hurt. Besides her own eight-year-old feet, there were massive pounding from behind her. Oh no, its gaining on me, She thought frantically, though she did not know what it was. She tried to look behind her, and saw a clothed arm, a furry leg, but only for brief instances. She forced herself to look forward, to run faster, but her foot caught painfully on an uprooted root, and she fell, face first in the dirt. Panting heavily, and tears coming down in rapid streams down her face, she pushed herself backward, trying to put as much distance from her and the thing as possible. But she stopped, her back hit a solid surface, and however much she tried to push against it, it would not give.
Making herself as small as possible, though it was no use, she curled in a ball, hoping against hope that the thing would not see her. And then, she heard rustling, padded footsteps, and chose to peek at it. It was a werewolf, she'd seen pictures of them in books. Saliva hung in ropes from its mouth, his eyes, great yellow balls with slits for pupils glared angrily at her. Clawed paws, with bits of cloth clinging to it were curled before it, reaching out to her. It jumped forward, ready to attack Jaimie, and she pushed herself back once more, though not getting anywhere.
"Please, don't hurt me. Please, just go away." She cried helplessly, but for all the good it did she might just as well petted the thing.
The werewolf jumped at her, and she screamed out loud, pacing herself for the feeling of claws tearing through her small body, or the feeling of teeth. But none came, in fact the werewolf was growling and howling in pain, as if it was struck by something. Jaimie chanced a peek and noticed a small boy, about her age, standing protectively in front of her, brandishing a large branch and swinging it menacingly in front of the beast.
"Remus! Remus don't, just run away!" She cried, as she made to stand up.
"No, run Jaimie, run. Get away from here!" He replied.
"But what about you?!" Jaimie shrieked helplessly.
"I'll be fine, just send for help! Now go!"
Jaimie stood rooted to the spot.
"Go!" He said turning to her, and in that fatal moment, when Remus had focused his attention on her, the werewolf grabbed the branch in his arms, tearing it clear out of his grasp. Jaimie screamed a piercing scream as the werewolf lunged for Remus who looked bewildered at the monster and bit him in the arm.
Remus let out a yell that turned slowly into a roar as his human shape slowly changed into a wolf like one. His nose was slowly elongating, grayish fur coming in great clumps all over it. He body and arms shortened, gained more hair, his clothes tearing and ripping in places.
Jaimie watched in horror as before her, her dearest cousin turned into a werewolf. Jaimie let out a choked yell and her eyes snapped open. She was no longer in the woods and she was no longer eight, but sixteen and inside an unfamiliar room. It took her a while to remember what had happened, and then it hit her, and for a while she thought that Sirius had taken her to her room, but found out, with a nasty turn of her stomach, that he hadn't. She was in his room. She had slept with him in his room, on his bed. She sat bolt upright, her heart rate rising, and checked her watch. Her stomach did another uncomfortable flip and found out it was six in the morning. She turned her head to the right and looked down.
Sirius lay next to her, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open in peaceful sleep. He hadn't bothered to change from his clothes last night. They were grass stained and dirty from lying on the grass. She put her feet on the wood floor and found her shoes next to the bed. She put them on and looked for her cloak, it lay in a chair in the corner. She picked it up and checked if anything else was missing. When she was sure nothing was, she tiptoed to the door, but looked back on Sirius' sleeping body, she walked back to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek, whispering, "Thanks for last night." She smiled and walked to the door.
She barely grasped the handle when Sirius spoke up, scaring her to high heaven.
"Leaving so soon?" His head was on his hands, and he lay on his side, looking as if he had the time of his life.
"Yeah, its six in the morning, and if you hadn't already noticed, we've spent the night together." She said, turning around.
"Nothing happened." He replied, as if proving a point.
"I know, I don't think you're capable of anything more than carrying me over a fence." She smiled slightly, half-heartedly believing this.
Sirius smirked, he jumped out of bed, and walked to her, his head bent slightly, his eyes bearing into Jaimie's, "Don't you want to have some breakfast, or something."
"No thanks, I think I'll just head home. If word of this gets out, I don't know what I'd do."
"So don't tell them." He said, scratching his head, and pinning Jaimie against the door, both his arms acting like barriers to keep her from moving to either side.
Jaimie ducked under and said, "Well, sure, but If I know my parents, they'll be waking me up soon, and I'd rather not risk them catching me out of bed in another part of the country. They'd want an explanation, which would include you, sneaking out at night and us, well, sleeping together." She said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.
Sirius' eyes furrowed and he thought all she had said in his head, finally agreeing, he stepped away from the door, and opened it for her, bowing her out. She walked out, Sirius after her, and looked about her. It seemed that they were on the second floor, and was about to walk down the stairs when Sirius stopped her.
"Shh, be quiet, you'll wake everything up." He grabbed her arm to stop her from going further.
"Don't' you mean everyone?" She suggested, a look of incredulity on her face.
He shook his head, and tiptoed down the steps to the dining room. He opened the double doors and walked in, resuming his normal walking speed, and tone of voice. Jaimie, relieved walked to the fireplace, and stopped waiting for him. She looked at him and said, "Last night was probably the best night of my life." She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek, before grabbing handful of floo powder, tossing them into the flames and calling out "Fourteen Alton Gardens!"
Sirius stood, watching her as she disappeared in a burst of emerald-green flame.

Her living room loomed out of the corner and grew bigger every second. Her heart was beating fast, and she hoped against hope that her parents or Dominique were not sitting there, waiting for expectantly. To her immense relief, it was person free, and she tried to make her landing as quiet as possible, and landed, cat like on the living room floor. She looked about unnecessarily and sprang up. Tiptoeing, she climbed the stairs, staring about in case someone had decided to wake up early, even though she had made it home, seemingly unnoticed, there still was the state of her clothes, just as Sirius' were, hers were dirty with grass stains and were covered in dirt. When she had cleared the awkward space between the last step and her door, she jumped into her bed, pulled back and sheets, and covered herself with her blanket. She didn't bother to change, she just wanted to lay there and think about the night before, and about her dream. That's the first time I've thought about it in years. She thought to herself.
She turned over on her side, her back now facing the wall, unable to bring herself to think so dark. I've spent the night with Sirius. She thought feeling elated, then another thought surfaced in her mind, Yes, that's all fine, but what of Damion? It was more of a bittersweet feeling. Thinking of Damion was a fairy tale gone wrong. He was mysterious, and dark, which made him sexy, but once you had gotten to know him, he was sweet and very thoughtful and quite the gentlemen. Jaimie knew about his family's reputation, about being a Malfoy. There were strange rumors going around that the Malfoy's have been attacking wizards and muggles but Jaimie didn't let this bother her. Damion was an exception to the rule. Well, back then anyway. She thought bitterly. And then, there was Sirius, he was also mysterious but he wasn't dark. He was the rebel without a cause, the bad boy who had a smile that could kill a hippogriff a mile away.
Oh boy, I'm starting to sound like a boy-crazy teen. Well, I am one, save the boy-crazy part. She thought, biting back a smile.
She was busy wallowing in her thoughts that she didn't even notice that her door creaked silently open, and in came a sandy-blonde haired boy creep quietly in, intent on awakening his cousin horribly. He sniggered to himself, and Jaimie heard, and turned over so quickly it was as if she was being flipped like a burger patty.
"Damn!" Remus swore loudly.
"'Morning Remy. What did you plan to do, wake me up?" She said brightly.
"As a matter of fact, yes. But you're awake. Wide awake and happy. Why? He asked, suspiciously.
"Well, I was with Sirius." She said simply, as she pulled off the blanket and sat up, revealing her dirty clothes.
"Um, James, you know, its a bit unhygienic to wear clothes that look like you've fought a war in them." Remus suggested, with a raise of his eyebrows.
"Oh, don't be silly. I just got home, I was with Sirius all night! Sit down I'll tell you about it." Jaimie said, slapping the mattress next to her.
Remus reluctantly obeyed and sat down, looking expectantly at her, and Jaimie proceeded with her story.
When she had finished, Remus was looking very skeptical indeed, noticing this Jaimie asked, a bit hurt, "You don't believe me?"
"Oh, no its not that, its just that . . . never mind" He said.
"No tell me!" She insisted.
"No its alright, its not important."
Not pursuing the conversation, Jaimie shrugged, "Its your choice."
"So what are you planning to do today?" Jaimie asked instead.
"I'm gonna meet Sirius, James and Peter at Diagon Alley," Remus said, looking at Jaimie a bit darkly.
"What's wrong, don't you want to meet them?" She asked, placing a hand on his back.
"No, its nothing, just forget it." He said.
"What are you going to do? Play a few pranks on unsuspecting witches and wizards? You can't prank Madam Malkin anymore, I went in there after you guys had set loose the door mice, and she knew it was you four immediately. Was she in a right state." Jaimie added, reminiscing the chaos that was the robe shop last summer.
Remus interrupted her trip through memory lane when he said, "Nah, I don't think we're going to be pranking anyone. Although the occasion might present itself." He finish, still looking pensive.
"C'mon Remus tell me what's wrong. I'm your cousin, not bloody Katherine Stein." She said. Katherine Stein was officially the school gossiper. If you told her a secret, and ordered her specifically not to tell anyone, the whole school would now before you could say 'silencio.'
Remus was saved having to reply by the sound footsteps outside, and a knock on her door.
"Come in!" Jaimie answered.
Dominique's sneering face appeared from the crack she had made in the door. She took one look around and stared suspiciously at Jaimie, who had covered her clothes with her pillow, and said, "Breakfast is ready." She said stiffly.
"We'll be down in a minute, now leave." Jaimie replied coldly.
"I don't need you to tell me, your room is completely horrid." She closed the door with a snap, and heard her footsteps die out.
"We must obey the almighty cow." Remus said, with a worshipping bow.
Jaimie laughed and said, "I'll be right down, I need to change."
Remus gladly left the room, leaving Jaimie to dress in a fresh pair of jeans and blouse, hurried out the door, to find that Remus was leaning on the first step and said, "Wow, that was quick for a girl." Remus taunted.
Jaimie quickly stowed her dirty clothes away in a dirty clothes hamper before meeting Remus on the steps, "Stuff it, Remus." She retorted.
She walked down the stairs, and briefly saw Remus run down, clearly racing her. She took up the challenge and they started pushing each other out of the way to the dining room where they always had these breakfasts.
Everyone was seated in the same seats they sat in the night before, save the men who Jaimie surmised to be getting the actual meal. Jaimie's mom and Aunt Charlene turned and said, "Good morning." and Jaimie promptly mumbled a 'good morning' to them too. She sat beside Remus who was acting as a barrier between the constantly bickering sisters. And like the night before, the adults began their talk of gossip, while the kids just stayed quiet, Jaimie occasionally mumbling something to Remus.
When breakfast was over, both Remus' and Jaimie's parents left, leaving Dominique, Jaimie and Remus in the house. To their immense relief, Dominique left a through the fireplace, and Lily came to her house at around noon. Jaimie, excited as ever, told her about her night.
"Are you serious?" Lily asked with eager curiousity when Jaimie had finished.
"Mm hmm." Jaimie muttered, as she nodded her head, her smile getting bigger.
Remus just listened to their conversation, a gentle smiled gracing his lips.
Lily let out a shriek that made Jaimie and Remus flinch in surprise.
"Sorry," Lily apologized meekly, "So what else happened? Has he talked to you since?" She continued.
"No, but I guess I'll see him at Hogwarts." She said, a bit disappointed.
They stayed in the living room, discussing about many things until their conversation died, and Jaimie focused on things she had left undone. Lily and Remus helped her pack, since it was the last day of their summer vacation, and they busied themselves by helping Jaimie clean out the clutter of her room, which was a task all in itself. Mounds of ever piling clothes and books were scattered all over the floor, leaving very little walking space. Jaimie had gotten a surprise, as they had just finished cleaning, when a brown barn owl came flying in through the window, an surprisingly, dropped a letter at Remus' feet, before flying out just as fast. Remus bent over to read the letter, and his eyebrows furrowed when he finished. He gave it to Jaimie, who read it with Lily looking over her shoulder. Jaimie had gotten a nasty shock when she had finished.

To Jaimie Dijon

Your presence is needed urgently at Diagon Alley, all further information will be disclosed to you at said site, and I encourage you to depart from your home with the company of Mr. Remus Lupin and Ms. Lily Evans.

Albus Dumbledore
Jaimie looked up when she finished, and looked at Remus, who looked just as puzzled back. Lily had finished reading the letter too and voiced what the other two had been thinking, "What could possibly be so important that Albus Dumbledore could be writing to you personally?" She asked, scratching her chin.
Remus ran a hand through his hair, and put his other hand in his pocket, Jaimie still clutched the letter in her hand thinking deeply to herself. It sounded as if whatever was waiting for her at Diagon Alley was not very good. But still, she could not disobey an order from Albus Dumbledore, and grabbed a jacket from her closet, and ran after Remus and Lily who had gone down to the fireplace before her.
They stood in front of the fireplace, talking to each other in low voices. When Jaimie appeared they closed their mouths and each grabbed a handful of floo powder. They looked at each other, silently asking who would go first. Remus volunteered, followed by Jaimie, and last of all Lily.
When they had arrived at Diagon Alley, things definitely didn't seem normal and far from happy. The usually busy shopping area was nearly deserted, except for a couple of those who sat in groups of three or four, tightly wrapped in blankets, chunks of chocolate held in pale, stiff fingers. Their faces looked sad and forlorn, and they stared despondantly at the only moving people that were Jaimie, Remus and Lily.
They walked past empty shops, some of the display windows broken, tiny glass shards shining in the pale light of the cloudy afternoon. Books, empty cages, broom sticks and various other objects lay forgotten and many broken on the floor, looking so desolate in the alley it looked more welcome in a war front. They continued on, looking for a sign of a Ministry official or better yet Albus Dumbledore, who had urged them to come to the ruined alley.
Finally when they had reached the area in front of Madam Malkin's robes shop, they saw a cluster of wizards, all of whom were standing together, wands at the ready. In the middle of the group, stood Albus Dumbledore, white hair and beard distinct amid the crowd. They walked closer, Jaimie's legs now feeling like a solid block of lead, dreading what they would find out. When Dumbledore had spotted them, he cleared a way between the cluster of wizards who stared back at them solemn faced and weary.
When Dumbledore had reached them, Jaimie opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out so she closed it again. Remus talked for her, "What happened professor?" Remus asked.
"Well, its a very long story, and not a pleasant one at that." He looked solemnly in each of their faces, before continuing "Ms. Dijon, Ms. Evans and Mr. Lupin, I regret to inform you that you are standing in the site of a mass murder."
"Mass murder?" Lily asked, horrified.
"Yes. But first, I must ask that Jaimie come with me first." He placed a gentle hand on Jaimie's back and led her up to the assembly of wizards who parted willingly as Dumbeldore passed, Lily and Remus following them, slowly.
They reached the middle of the group and found three unconscious bodies sprawled on the ground, two of which had auburn hair, and another with long blonde hair that curled at the ends. Jaimie's heart pounded painfully in her ribs, her breath was knocked clean out of her, and her stomach seemed to have disappeared. She suddenly felt cold with fright, and her eyes became protuberant and glassy. She could not move, her feet rooted to the floor. She felt Remus and Lily stand on either side of her, both of them taking her into a tight hug that she barely felt. For the unconscious bodies before her were that of her father, mother and sister.
When she had gained the use of her lungs, Jaimie screamed out loud, a scream that echoed throughout the empty alley, and wrenched herself from Remus' and Lily's grip.
"Mom, Dad, Dominique . . . " She managed, before she fell to her knees before their bodies and buried her face into her mother's robes.
"Wake up Mom! Dad, Dominique! Its me, Jaimie, you don't have to pretend anymore, I'm here, everything's alright! Wake up, this isn't funny, wake up! Wake up! Wake up . . . " She faltered, and clung to them, crying heavily. She shook their bodies vigorously, trying to get them to wake up, because that was it, they were sleeping, they would wake up, she could wake them up, they weren't . . . they couldn't be, it was impossible. She would not believe it, she could not believe it. They were just asleep, pretending, anything!
"Jaimie, come on . . . " Remus tugged at her jacket, but she would not budge, they have to wake up, it wasn't a funny joke anymore.
"Jaimie, please, you can't do anything for them, they're . . . gone." Lily said, tears spilling down her face too.
"How could you think that? They're not dead! I know they're not! Please, get up!" She pleaded, she resumed tugging at their bodies once more, but felt the pressure of countless hands grip her and pull her back. Dumbledore stood in the same spot he had stood, and looked solemnly at the scene. Remus and Lily automatically moved to her side and once more grabbed her in a hug, this time Jaimie did not refuse, and buried her face into Remus' shoulder, soaking his jacket with her tears.

A/N: Well what do you think? Too dramatic? Please R/R. Thanks goes to those who have reviewed, I truly appreciate it, from the bottom of my heart.

Sorry, I had to add a few things to this chapter, I noticed some uh, empty spots so I tried to fill them in . . . er so to speak.