Hypochondriac-4-Chrissy

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AN: For all of you who don't read the other reviews here is my AN review thingy I posted before:

A hypochondriac is a person who believes and/or says they have several diseases and symptoms of any diseases they have ever heard of. For instance, if the hypochondriac was having an imaginary asthma attack on a side street and two people walked past talking about how little Tommy got chicken pox, the aforementioned hypochondriac would then say he had chicken pox and freak out. Being a hypochondriac isn't funny even if they are always complaining about their imaginary health problems... Anyways she was supposed to define it wrong. The one that used the word, not the one who defined it, actually knew what it meant and kept quiet. That definition is for my mother who convinced both of my brothers (younger and older) that that was what it meant. Don't worry though, that's all part of the way things will work out in the end!

More that I didn't post that people keep bugging me about: This story was written and published before Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix. Up until that point, the family tree of Sirius Black was never pointed out in detail and I didn't know until reading the book that Sirius and Narcissa were cousins. That obviously makes this story AU where Sirius Black is not related to Narcissa. Narcissa will still have Bellatrix and Andromeda for sisters, but their last name has been changed (for purposes of unrelating the families) to Maeve.

Narcissa and Sirius reached the observation deck. The view from the elevator was exhilarating and there was such energy around them as they walked. Narcissa looked around walking hand in hand with Sirius. She wasn't sure if tourists were normally allowed in this late but they seemed to be the only people there.

Sirius started saying he was afraid of heights and Narcissa slapped him playfully on the shoulder, "Really, Sirius, you are such a hypochondriac!"

Sirius let out an exasperated sigh, "Narcissa, I am NOT a hypochondriac! A hypochondriac is one who suffer from Hypochondria. Hypochondria is having chronic and abnormal anxiety about imaginary symptoms and ailments not a person who is constantly complaining. I don't constantly complain nor do I have chronic and abnormal anxiety about getting sick and whatnot."

Narcissa raised an eyebrow and said, "Fine, be like that. At least I didn't memorize the dictionary of muggle terms like some people . . . I was just guessing anyways." She blushed and kept walking, now ahead of Sirius.

She stopped in the middle of one of the windows and stared out at the city and all it's glittering lights. She was so caught up in the beauty of it that she barely noticed that Sirius had released her hand. She looked down, when she noticed the lackl of his hand in hers, to see him kneeling down on one knee. She gasped and her eyes teared up as Sirius said, "Narissa Maeve . . . You know I love you. I want to love you forever... will you marry me?"

She nodded her head yes and he slid the ring onto her finger. It was quite an intricate ring, made of two pieces of silver wrapping around eachother to knot where the diamond was set. It sparkled up from her finger as it reflected to lights of the city. As he stood from his kneeling position, she jumped on him and hugged him. "Oh yes Sirius, I love you too! I can't wait to marry you!"

Lily and James popped out of the elevator at that moment and got a ton of pictures that would soon be magically developed to move. "Gartulatio!" James and Lily said as they hugged their friends. Being nosy Gryffindors, they protended to take an extremely long time to reach the observation deck and sort of hid once they got there, watching the moment play out.

Narcissa smiled and wiped away her happy tears, "Sempiternus caritas pietas. . ." she said to Sirius. He returned to words and they kissed again and then posed for more of the pictures that Lily and James were taking.

They switched the film roll and took a roll of pictures with Lily and James in them with Paris in the background. This was definitly a trip to remember. One day in Paris and the trip already appeared to be a huge success.

James and Lily went off to a gift shop just across the way and were supposed to meet Sirius and Cissa out front of it in five minutes time. Sirius and Narcissa went to a pay phone to call a muggle cab. It was too short of a distance to summon the Knight Bus. Narcissa stood to the side as Sirius dialed the number. Something cold and hard was being pushed into her back and somebody was whispering in her ear, "Move and I'll kill you." She whimpered a bit as she realized that James was across the way with Lily and Sirius stood before her.

Sirius had completed the call just as she whimpered. He turned towards where she was standing, merely two feet away, and a man had some sort of muggle weapon to her back. Sirius pleaded with the man to let her go and she tried as hard as she could not to use the wand that was now clutched in her hand, just inside the purse she wore over her shoulder.

The man had a thick French accent but spoke in broken English, "Give me money and valuables and I leave. Nobody become injured."

Sirius reached in his pocket and handed to man a bunch of coins and a 20 franc bill. He pulled off his watch (which had belonged to his great-great-grandfather, Phinaes Nigellus) and handed it to the man, too. "That is all we have . . . please let her go, please." He inched towards them while he urged on with his pleading. The man jabbed her in the back with the barrel of the gun and she cried out.

"Stop moving or I shoot her." He growled at Sirius. Narcissa had started crying silently, could she really have been so happy only moment ago to have her life end like this? They weren't allowed to use magic outside of school and so Sirius hadn't brought his wand. He could tell that Narcissa had hers but knew, as he did, that she was in no position to use it. The gunman suddenly barked at them, "I want what in her purse."

Narcissa lifted a shaky hand up to her shoulder and grabbed the strap. She threw the bag towards Sirius and the stuff inside scattered everywhere. Her wand between his feet, which he concealed by kneeling, along with her makeup and money. He put the makeup back inside the purse and pushed the money towards the man. As he stood, he brought the wand back up with him. His choices were to use magic, save Narcissa, regain their posessions and then get in trouble by the French Ministry or to not use magic, which went along with the large possibility of Narcissa getting shot and the criminal getting all of the money that they had on them.

Sirius didn't like the latter option and he'd rather deal with the Ministry than the funeral of his fiancé. And so Sirius made a decision, murmurring "Stupify!" Even though he didn't voice it very loudly, the spell was packed with power. The man froze and Narcissa jumped away as quick as a phoenix flies. She grabbed her purse, the money and the watch and hugged Sirius. She wanted to run from the scene as soon as possible but he knew that the ministry would be around to investigate the breach in the international statute of secrecy and underage use of magic, and so he stood firm to face the consequences of his actions for once in his life.

James and Lily came out from the gift shop just as Gilderoy Lockhart walked past humming "Magical Me". (AN: yes, I realize it is a bit early for him but I felt like he needed to make an appearance. Perhaps he found a time turner!)

"You kids run along now. . . I saw the whole thing and I'll tell the French Ministry Wizard when he shows up. No trouble for you because you'll be getting help from Magical Meeeeeeeee." Lockhart said and he began to sing again.

The four said their thank you's and got into the cab that had pulled up. He didn't have to tell them twice. As they turned around the corner of the rue, the French Ministry Wizard apparated in front of Lockhart who had stopped singing momentarily to greet the man and then grin widely as he told the tale of his heroic rescue of no less than sixteen students from this violent muggle. The other wizard knew it was untrue because he had with him a piece of parchment addressed to one Sirius Black which detailed the use of magic and statute breach. However, he saw that the magic was in accodrance with the laws in that the underage wizard and his companions were in danger and so he chose not to persue the matter further. He was, of course, thinking all of this as Gilderoy Lockhart sang on and on of his beautiful self which brought the Wizard to cart him to the closest wizarding hospital for treatment.

AN: This would be longer but my brother is going to kill me if I don't get off- please review!