:WARNING! Major sappy ALW musical reference. Oh, and angst. Lots of it. Feel free to gag, flame, comment, praise, etc. I had a lot of fun with this chapter.
Okay now for a more interesting disclaimer since I'm tired of my old boring one
hpluva2000: "Ahem…I OWN ALL! MINE! MINE! MINE!"
"Excuse me?" turns to see J.K. Rowling with a copy of the sixth book in her hand and Andrew Lloyd Webber with several copies of the soundtrack from The Phantom of the Opera.
hpluva2000: "Uh-oh!" runs as ALW throws soundtrack at me and Jo hits me repeatedly over the head with the Half-Blood Prince "Ow! OW! Okay! OKAY! Geez! Fine, I don't own anything…except Anastasia, so nyah!" sticks out tongue lol, tell me what you think of my new disclaimer. Okay, let me stop being so immature and get on with the story:
Chapter 14:Urges
Sirius and Anastasia appeared in the fireplace of a grey painted room with no windows or no doors. When they stepped out of the grate, the fireplace disappeared behind them. The two were now looking extreme disheveled. Anastasia's once brilliant white dress was now black and dirty; she was covered head to toe in soot and her veil and mask were singed slightly. Sirius, however, you could hardly tell the difference since he was wearing mostly black, but now he had he shirt and mask to match.
Anastasia began pacing the room quickly. She was angry. Angry at Crouch for being so unfair; angry at Sirius for not being more cautious while planning their wedding, but most of all, she was angry at herself for not following her instincts. It was so unlike her. She hated herself for having an "ill-divining soul." Why her? Why her soul? Anastasia stood in a corner of the room, not sure why anything was what it is anymore.
"Anastasia," she heard Sirius' say.
"No, Sirius, please," Anastasia implored, "please don't-don't try to comfort me or-or pity me or anything because, you know what? It isn't going to make anything better," Anastasia felt her voice become irritated and cracked, but she still managed to yell at the top of her lungs, "It isn't going to show the fucking Ministry of Magic that you're innocent, it isn't going to deflate that giant head of Crouch's or-or-or bring Peter to justice, it won't bring Lily and James back to life, and it sure as HELL WON'T GET US MARRIED!" Anastasia wiped furiously at her eyes at these last words, "I don't know why we even bother trying to be together! It's never going to happen! We're just going to grow old, die, and our bodies are gonna rot…"
"Anastasia!" Sirius cried as he grabbed her arms and pulled her into his body. Anastasia instantly burst out in sobs. Her hot tears and wet cheeks were soaking Sirius' dirty shirt. Okay, so she lied. Being in Sirius' arms did make their bleak situation a lot better than it was. A powerful urge was developing inside of Sirius' stomach. It traveled up his esophagus and it tumbled out of his mouth like a fountain, and he found himself singing.
No more talk of darkness.
Forget these wide eyed fears.
I'm here, nothing can harm you.
My words will warm and calm you.
Anastasia gawked at Sirius in bewilderment and awe. His voice…oh God, his voice. It was so beautiful and divine. She felt the sound of his almost surreal voice course through her veins, intoxicate her blood, and hypnotize her mind, "I didn't know you could-" she began, but Sirius just pressed a finger to her lips, quieting her. He had to continue. He couldn't stop. The unexplainable urge was still there.
Let me be your freedom.
Let daylight dry your tears.
I'm here with you, beside you.
To guard you and to guide you.
Anastasia's eyes brimmed with tears again at Sirius' loving words. She recognized the song. She gasped slightly as slightly as she felt an urge settle in her stomach as well and rise up her throat.
Say you'll love me every waking moment.
Turn my head with talk of summertime.
Say you need me with you now and always.
Promise me that all you say is true.
That's all I ask of you.
Sirius' blood froze. He had never heard Anastasia sing just as she never heard him sing. Her voice was incredible! Amazing! It wasn't enough that she looked and acted like an angel, but she like one as well. Anastasia caught the shocked look on Sirius' face and said, "Wow. Guess we don't know each other as well as we think we do."
"Apparently."
"Which brings us once again to why fate has cursed us!" Anastasia said grimly.
Sirius sighed deeply, "Now don't you bring that up again!"
"And why not?" Anastasia snarled angrily, "Is it because it's true, isn't it? You know it's true, Sirius! Why don't you just admit it, huh?" Anastasia began circling Sirius, ranting like a madwoman. Sirius' eyes were wide with fear. He had never heard her talk this way before, "Admit it, Sirius! We're never going to be together! Say it! SAY IT, SIRIUS! WHY DON'T YOU…"
"NO!" Sirius yelled, taking Anastasia in his arms again. It was sufficient enough to silence her as the sudden urge crept up again.
Let me be your shelter.
Let me be your light.
You're safe, no one will find you.
You fears are far behind you.
Anastasia gave a shuddering gasp as Sirius' haunting voice possessed her soul again in all of its entirety. She felt the urge to respond.
All I want is freedom
A world with no more night
And you always beside me
To hold me and to hide me
At that Sirius lifted Anastasia off the ground. He spun them both around lightly as his voice crescendoed.
Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Let me lead you from your solitude
Say you need me with you here, beside you
Anywhere you go let me go too, Christine…
"CHRISTNE?" Anastasia cried, raising her hand to slap Sirius in the face.
"Kidding! Kidding!" Sirius said quickly. They both laughed a bit then Sirius continued.
Anya, that's all I ask of you
Sirius put her gently back on the ground, waiting for her to pick off where he left off. But she didn't. Instead, Anastasia looked sadly into his eyes, breathing softly, she murmured, "No."
"What?" Sirius asked.
"No, I can't do this."
"Do what?"
"This-this game!" Anastasia yelled.
"What game?" Sirius said heatedly.
"This twisted game that you and me are just pawns in! Every time we get remotely close to being together something horrible happens. And don't you dare say 'Don't worry, we're gonna be together. We're gonna be just fine' Bullshit! I'm tired of hearing it! We're just not meant to be!"
"Oh my God, Anastasia!" Sirius said angrily grabbing her forearms roughly, "Why are you so goddamned blind?" Anastasia let out a cry of pain as Sirius' grip became tight. Her eyes glazed over at the sight of Sirius' fury behind his white (now black) half mask. Ashamed of his behavior, Sirius lessened his grasp on Anastasia. He turned her slowly so that her back met with his chest; their breathing matching perfectly. Sirius kissed over Anastasia's neck and shoulders softly and subtly. She moaned quietly and she felt the bizarre urge crop up again.
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Say the word and I will follow you
Both of their voices now fused together in unison, creating a heavenly sound that filled ever corner of the room.
Share each day with me, each night, each morning
Anastasia turned back to face Sirius and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Say you love me
Sirius claimed Anastasia's face in his hands.
You know I do
They leaned towards each other.
Love me.
That's all I ask of you
They closed the distance between them with a kiss. Anastasia let Sirius' tongue part her lips and explore the caverns of her mouth. He dipped her slightly, deepening their kiss. When their lips separated, Anastasia made a small noise of protest. Sirius only smiled at her and said, "You see, Anastasia, we're already together. We don't have to have a lavish wedding to be married. After all the commitment to a wedding starts in the heart." (NOTE: Ah, Miss Sherwood, once again, you've taught me well!) He placed a hand over Anastasia's chest and asked her, "Are you committed, Anya?
"Yes." she sighed.
"Then do you, Anastasia Summers vow to spend the rest of your days with me; to love and cherish me for all eternity?"
"I do," Anastasia said, "And do you, Sirius Black promise to love me unconditionally, for now and always?"
"I do," Sirius said, "so by the power invested in our love, I now pronounce us husband and wife! We are officially together!" Sirius claimed Anastasia's lips in a slow and passionate kiss. Now she felt like they were married. The strange urge seeped into them again as they finished the song in complete harmony.
Anywhere you go let me go too
Love me, that's all I ask of you
A slow, mocking, applause sounded behind Sirius and Anastasia and they turned to see Barty Crouch again, this time with Millicent Bagnold and another group of ministry officials, "Well, wasn't that beautiful?" Crouch sneered. Sirius's fists were clenched with hate and he was shaking with fury. Anastasia placed her hand on his shoulder to calm him, but it was hard for her to keep calm herself. She was biting her lip so hard it was draining blood.
"STEPHANIE!" the Minister screeched.
"Yes, Minister?" two girls chorused as they stepped out in front of the crowd.
"Oy, I forgot!" Millicent said, slapping a hand to her forehead and running it down her face, "Okay, uh, Couto and Colon, just-just get them both out of here and straight to Azkaban. It was the way that the Minister's voice shook that Anastasia knew that she was disappointed in them. Anastasia felt a twinge of guilt knowing that the Minister expected better of them, but it was short-lived, since Sirius didn't do anything, but she did attack her. Sirius and Anastasia didn't struggle against the ministry officials this time. They didn't feel threatened anymore. A inexplicable urge told them that they weren't to be conquered so easily.
:Ah! Stupid, pointless, retarded, I know. But I like it (except for the ending! Ending sucked!) Oh well, tell me if I'm good at this angst thing. I'm DYING for reviews. Oh one final note to all Phantom phans, Sirius is NOT the equivalent to Raoul (Ewwww! Gag me! I'm an E/C shipper all the way) I just felt this song went perfectly with the moment. Okay review please! throws candy Next time, I'll give money, I promise: