The Marauder Chronicles – Chapter 6: Sweet Beginnings and Bitter Endings
I don't know how you do what you do, I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better
I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side, forever and ever
Every little thing that you do, baby I'm amazed by you
Follow Trinity as she makes her journey through life, with Hogwarts, Death Eaters, marriage and death just some of the many obstacles she has to overcome,
Set in the Marauder Years
I'm cracked from my head down to my spine
Ready to self-destruct at any time
And I'm trying to convince myself
That the way I feel is all I have
It could take a lifetime
To realize that you're alright
But she said
"I'd know when you would come back"
It's been a summer
It's burning up in here,
Even though the bed is cold on your side,
I'd rather die,
Than spend this night here without you.
It's burning up in here,
Even though the bed is cold on your side,
I'd rather die,
Than spend this night here without you.
I would try to fix these flaws of mine,
If I could just see you for one more time
And I'm trying to convince myself
That the way I feel is all I have
I don't believe in sure things
There's pain in what the truth brings
But she said
"I'd know when you would come back"
It's been a summer
It's burning up in here,
Even though the bed is cold on your side,
I'd rather die,
Than spend this night here without you.
It's burning up in here,
Even though the bed is cold on your side,
I'd rather die,
Than spend this night here without you.
Without you.
I'd be the first one to know
If it's smart for me to just let it go
I'll be the laughing stock of all time
Person most likely to find
Deciding if its fate that made you avoid me to this day.
"I'd know when you would come back"
It's been a summer
It's burning up in here,
Even though the bed is cold on your side,
I'd rather die,
Than spend this night here without you.
Now it's burning up in here,
Even though the bed is cold on your side,
I'd rather die,
Than spend this night here without you.
Without you.
- It's Been a Summer by Newfound Glory
"Trins? You awake?"
"Yeah," Trinity called back to her elder sister from her bedroom.
Sat at her dressing table, she brushed her long, dark hair and pulled it up into a loose bun, securing it with a pretty encrusted clip.
Make-up came next, albeit more natural than usual, the only colour red, which she used to stain her lips.
Ten minutes later, she appeared downstairs in the library, where the rest of the family, except Hades, were assembled.
"You're going like that?" Hestia pointed at the tailored charcoal pinstriped trouser suit she had decided on.
"What's wrong with it?" she answered accusingly, noticing she, Hecate and her mother were all wearing dresses.
"Nothing at all," her father said fondly. "You look beautiful."
He kissed her cheek and she smiled at him in appreciation.
As she walked to the window, Hestia saw something sparkling around her neck.
"Where did you get that necklace from?" she demanded.
Turning back, Trinity said icily, "It was a present from Grandfather for my sixteenth. I thought I'd wear it today."
Her hand closed protectively over the diamond crowned heart necklace, the platinum metal cool against her skin.
"Anything else you want to ask about my outfit, Hestia?" she questioned.
"Hel…" her mother said in a quiet voice.
Rolling her eyes, she decided not to say anymore, but it didn't escape her notice as Hestia eyed the black platform slingbacks she nearly hadn't worn.
Hades came in at the moment, adjusting his tie.
"We all ready to go?"
"Althea not coming?" Hestia asked pointedly.
"No." He gave Trinity a look. "She thought it would be better if we did this as a family."
"Right…"
"Anyway," he said, taking charge. "The cars are here. Father, Trins and I are going in the first. Mother, you, Harms and Mel are going in the second. Is that okay?"
Once everyone was sorted, they began their journey to the Lestrange estate, where Romano Lestrange had requested in his will to be buried.
"You okay Daddy?" Trinity watched her father.
"Yes," he replied distantly, not returning her gaze.
"Well, we're here for you, aren't we Hades?"
"Yeah. If you need anything, Father, we're here."
Looking at his children, he just managed a smile. "I'm glad you two are here. I'd have gone insane with Hestia."
Grinning, Trinity squeezed his hand supportively, and looked out of the window, the scenery vaguely familiar.
"We must be nearly there."
"About five more minutes, Miss," the driver informed her.
When they arrived, they were greeted by Jocelyn and Romulus Lestrange, as well as Rabastan and Rodolphus.
Trinity simply nodded at Rabastan in recognition, their last meeting still fresh in her mind. Intent on ignoring Rodolphus completely, she was surprised, to say the least, when he kissed her cheek and welcomed her pleasantly.
Keeping an eye on her cousin and his strange behaviour, Trinity followed everyone into the main reception rooms, where a large number of people were already assembled.
'Packed to bursting with Death Eaters,' Trinity thought with disgust, looking round.
"Do you want something to drink?" Rodolphus asked her.
"Er, yeah. Yes, please," she said carefully.
"I'll take care of it," Rabastan declared, already leading Trinity away to the bar.
"What's the matter with him?" she asked him as soon as they were out of earshot.
"I don't know…stay away from him, though."
He handed her a glass of iced Butterbeer.
"Rabastan," a cold feminine voice called, and he spun round to see who it was.
"Oh, hello Mrs. Black," he said courteously. "Thank you for coming today."
Trinity nearly choked on her drink as she heard him. Mrs. Black?
Looking at the woman, there was no mistaking her. Sirius' mother, a proud-looking woman, turned her dull brown eyes upon her.
"I don't believe we've met. You are…?"
"Oh, this is Hel," Rabastan took the liberty. "Hel Honeyduke-Lestrange, Uncle Raiden's daughter."
"Yes…I believe I've just had the pleasure of meeting your younger sister…"
"Hestia?" Trinity grinned. "Yes. She's rather a handful."
"I'm Sapphira Black."
"Nice to meet you," Trinity smiled, shaking her hand as a boy appeared at her side, the mirror image of Sirius, only with his mother's eyes.
"And this is my youngest son, Regulus," she said proudly, her eyes almost shining.
"Yes, I've seen you around Hogwarts, I think," Trinity said politely.
"You've in the same year as my other son, Sirius, aren't you?"
She just answered with a yes.
"She knows him rather well," Rabastan muttered under his breath, but at a sharp elbow from his cousin, he fell silent once more.
Avoiding Mrs. Black's stare, she looked over to where people were filing out of the French doors towards the chapel.
"Would you excuse me? I think the service is about to begin," she pointed out. "It was nice meeting you."
Once her grandfather had been buried, a rather emotional Trinity returned to the house. Perching on a stool at the bar, she asked the barman what he had. Upon hearing the reply, she was a little dismayed when he hadn't mentioned her favourite.
"I don't suppose you have any Jack Daniels, by any chance?" she smiled sweetly.
Once the barman had eventually found it, she ordered him to fill the largest whiskey glass he had half-full with it, and the other half with Coca Cola.
Successful, Trinity took a deep sip and watched as the room once again began filling with people.
Feeling suddenly claustrophobic, she escaped into the hallway, ending up in the smoking room. Finding it empty, she sighed in relief and opened a window, taking another swig of the now nearly-empty glass.
Searching through her bag, she pulled out a packet of cigarettes. Lighting one, she took a drag and collapsed into a luxurious leather armchair, feeling suddenly much better.
After a short while, during which Trinity made her way through another two cigarettes, Rodolphus came looking for her.
"Here," he said, handing her another glass. "Jack Daniels and Coke."
Pausing a moment, Trinity took the glass from him. As he looked out of the window, she sniffed it apprehensively.
"I've not put anything in it." He turned back to face her, his eyes travelling from her big brown eyes to the necklace, resting on the glimpse of the generous cleavage concealed by her white silk shirt.
"Don't look at me like that, Rodolphus. I'm not a piece of meat."
"Yeah," he sneered, "but you'll let Black look at you anyway he wants to. Let him grope you, take advantage of you, not matter who's around."
"Go away Rodolphus, you've had too much to drink."
"I've not had anything to drink, Trinity," his eyes never left hers.
"Well, you're well out of order. You might not have realised it, but Sirius is my boyfriend, and he has never taken advantage of me."
Rodolphus reached out a hand to touch her cheek, and she smacked it back. He grabbed her wrist and pushed her back against the armchair, using his body to pin her down.
"Listen you selfish, ungrateful little bitch," he snarled into her ear. "I'm giving you the chance to make amends for what you've done, all the mistakes and wrong choices you've made."
He paused for a minute, noticing a pearl-encrusted clip in her hair. Pulling it out, he watched, momentarily transfixed as her long ebony hair fell past her shoulders, framing her beautiful face.
Pushing her even further into the armchair, he kissed her roughly, pushing his tongue past her lips into her mouth.
After a few seconds of shock, at the feeling of Rodolphus' hand touching the skin just above her breasts, Trinity bit down hard on his tongue, causing him to scream. Checking for blood, he looked at her with pure venom.
"You whore!" he shouted at her, irate.
Trinity didn't know what he would have done if the door hadn't suddenly opened then. She felt like she was going to pass out from relief and surrealty, as Sirius marched angrily into the room.
"What the hell's going on here?" he directed at Rodolphus, a murderous look on his face.
"That, that, thing," he pointed at her, and Sirius took a step forwards, grabbing hold of his shirt collar.
"Sirius!" Trinity somehow managed to stand up, and with the tiny strength she had compared to him, she tried, pathetically, to pull his hand away. "You'll kill him!"
"Good."
After a moment, Sirius let go, pushing him backwards so he fell over the back of a chair.
"Are you okay?" he turned his attention to Trinity, who was still in a bit of a daze.
"Yeah…" she whispered, holding onto his arm for support.
"Sit down…" he helped her into a chair, picking her hairclip up from by his feet.
"You'll pay for this, Black," a red-faced, furious Rodolphus threatened as he reached the door, "and you, you little tart. I swear it."
Sirius made a move towards him again at the word tart, but Rodolphus jumped back cowardly, before running off.
"What was that all about?" he asked Trinity gently once she'd caught her breath.
"I, I'm not sure," she looked up at him, her chocolate eyes a mixture of confusion and fright, welling up with tears.
"It's okay," he stroked her hair. "Everything's okay."
Wrapping her arms desperately around him, she whispered, "I'm so glad you're here."
He just held her for a moment, thinking of all the different ways he was going to make Rodolphus pay for, well, whatever it was he'd just done.
"Trins…" Sirius looked down at her.
Trinity pulled away to see there was a wet, blackened patch on his shirt where she'd cried. "Sorry," she grinned impishly.
"It doesn't matter. Trins? You need to tell me what he did to you."
"He…he leered at me and when I told him to stop he said I let you leer at me, and feel me up, and take advantage of me, in front of everyone."
"Anything else?" Sirius clenched his fists, trying to control his temper.
She paused, looking up at him hesitantly.
"You can tell me," he said softly.
"You'll get mad." At a reluctant look from Sirius, she added, "promise me you won't."
"I can't, you know I can't."
This time, Trinity gave him a look.
"Fine…I promise."
"He pinned me against that chair," she pointed frailly. "And he kissed me. And he forced his tongue into my mouth. And he tried to put his hand down, down my shirt."
"I'm gonna kill him," Sirius declared resolutely, standing up suddenly, heading for the door.
"What? No, you can't. You promised," Trinity stood up, following him.
Just as his hand rested on the door handle, Trinity took hold of his hand, trying to stop him.
"Please. Please don't."
Looking at her reddened eyes, he sighed madly, and took his hand off the knob. Resting them on her waist, he drew her closer to him so their bodies were touching.
Trinity rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
"I'm not letting him get away with this."
"Sirius."
Looking up at him reprovingly, Trinity noticed for the first time what he was wearing.
"What?" He eyed her. "What are you looking at me like that for?"
"You look really good in that suit," she grinned.
He rolled his eyes at her as she leaned up to kiss him.
"You wanna get out of here?" he asked her.
"Where can we go?"
"I don't know…anywhere. Let's go to the Diagon Alley," he suggested. "We can go to Quality Quidditch Supplies."
"Okay. Hang on, let me just go tell Hades."
Trinity left to find her brother, and when she returned, she found Sirius wasn't alone.
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
"You can't. You're not allowed. I'll tell Mother."
"Fine, Regulus. Go on, I don't care. In fact, please do, I want you to."
"Everything alright?" Trinity stood by his side, watching his little brother warily.
"I knew you two were doing something you shouldn't be!" Regulus said triumphantly as he saw Sirius wrap his arm around her waist. "I said to Mother as soon as she walked into the room earlier you two were seeing each other."
"Whatever. We're not children, Regulus," Sirius shouted at his brother. "Run along to Mummy."
"Sirius!" Trinity said, "don't shout at him."
"Oh, for God's sakes!"
"I'm telling Mother on you!"
And with that, Regulus ran out of the room to find Mrs. Black.
"What were you shouting at him for?"
"Why were you taking his side?"
"Sirius, he's your brother."
"Trins, don't talk about stuff you don't know anything about."
Mad, Sirius just stared expectantly at her.
"Oh, don't get grumpy, baby," she grinned at him, taking a finger and tracing a line down his chest, stopping where the buttons on his shirt stopped.
Smiling angelically at him, she took his hand and, grabbing a fistful of Floo Powder, threw it into the fireplace. Shouting 'Diagon Alley' as she pulled him in with her, she watched as she began to spin. Clinging to Sirius, she giggled as they fell out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron.
"Hey, Tom!" she smiled at the landlord as she shook some soot off her jacket. Sirius had got it all off his suit, but she brushed the remains out of his hair.
"Good day, Miss. Honeyduke-Lestrange. I'm sorry to hear about your Grandfather."
"Thanks."
"What're you having to drink?"
"Erm…just a Pumpkin Juice, please."
"And you, Mr. Black?"
"A Butterbeer, cold," Sirius replied, aware of all the looks he got at the mention of his surname.
"You two sit down, I'll bring them over."
Finding an empty booth, Sirius and Trinity slid in and took off their jackets.
"You really do look good in suits," she said, watching him.
Snuggling up to him, she kissed him once more.
"I met your mother earlier."
"Oh yeah?" Sirius' face suddenly took a distasteful look. "What did she say?"
"Nothing much. She asked me if I was in your year, and she introduced me to your little brother…you look so much like him."
"Humph! Thanks!" Sirius looked insulted.
"You know what I mean," she smirked at him as Tom set the drinks on their table.
Taking a gulp of her drink, she said, "I didn't think you'd be at the funeral."
"Oh?"
"Well, they're all Death Eaters."
"Yeah…I'm a Black, though. It wouldn't look right if they were only ever seen with one son, would it?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
"How's it been these past few days, anyway?"
"Honestly? Stressful. My little sister's home, and she picks at everything. It's like she can't resist the chance of an argument."
"I know what you mean. Well, you've met Regulus."
"Yeah…how was the Potions assessment?"
"It went okay. Mine actually went black halfway, but it ended up light lilac, like you said it should. I just had to put some extra sopophorous bean juice."
"You put too much wormwood in," she said knowingly. "Who were you sat in between?" she asked, secretly praying Severus wasn't anywhere near him.
"Erm…Lucius Malfoy on the left, and your wonderful cousin Rabastan on the right," Sirius said sarcastically. He then added, with a smirk, "Lucky Severus wasn't even near me."
Ignoring his last comment, Trinity finished her pumpkin juice.
"You ready to go?" he asked her, slamming his empty tankard on the table.
"I think so. I just need to go to the loo."
"Okay." Sirius watched her get up, then he put his jacket on and picked hers up. He went to the bar to pay for the drinks, and waited for Trinity.
"You two courting, then?" Tom asked him.
Smiling at him, he told him they were going out.
"Bet your families are glad about that," he said with a knowing glance.
"Well…" Sirius replied evasively as he saw Trinity return. "You can imagine."
Handing Trinity her jacket, he took her hand and led her outside.
"Where are we going now?" he asked her.
"Er…the Quidditch shop?"
"Great!"
They walked down Diagon Alley until they reached Quality Quidditch Supplies. Excited, Sirius was like a little boy in there, looking through the costumes and brooms and accessories.
While he was busy inspecting the new Nimbus 1100, Trinity looked at the Beater bats. Picking a big wooden one up, she instantly put it down when she realised how heavy it was.
"Can I help you, miss?" the owner, a tall white-haired old man appeared at her side, looking over every now and again at Sirius.
"Erm, yes. I'm looking for a new bat. I want
"Right. What about this one?" he picked out a leather-handed bat.
Taking a step back and swinging it as though a Bludger was coming at her, she decided it wasn't what she was looking for.
"Try this one." She was presented with a medium-sized, thick bat. "It's brand-new."
Sirius came to look, and when Trinity swung it, she nearly took his head off with it.
"Hey!"
"Wha-! Sorry, babe," she tried not to laugh.
"She's got a good swing on her," the shop-owner chuckled. "What's the bat like?"
"It's brilliant weight-wise, but I'm not sure about the handle. It might hurt my hands after a while."
"Well, I can put a coating on it, if you like."
"Please."
"It'll cost extra," he warned her.
"Of course."
"Any colour preferences?" he asked her, taking the bat to the counter.
"Erm…" Trinity thought for a moment.
"Well, she'll be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team at Hogwarts," Sirius said, "so either gold or crimson."
The shopkeeper searched in a cupboard by the till-desk.
"How about this?"
He pulled out a brilliant deep red band made of a well-gripping rubber material.
"That's what I've got on mine," Sirius said proudly.
"It's perfect," Trinity beamed.
"You're both Beaters?" the owner observed as he slipped the band onto the bat handle.
"Yeah. For Gryffindor."
"And you're going out with each other?"
"Yeah."
"That must be a bit of a strain sometimes, what with you working together on and off the pitch."
"No…" Trinity looked at Sirius. "We've not had any problems so far," she smiled.
"Well…that'll be five Galleons, eight Sickles and three Knuts, please."
"Oh, and I need a new broom-cleaning kit," Trinity remembered, disappearing quickly to choose one.
"Are you getting anything?" the old man looked at Sirius.
"Erm, no," Sirius looked wistfully at the Nimbus. "I don't think so."
"Have you sat on the new Nimbus 1100? It's the comfiest ever, apparently."
"Yeah," Sirius said dreamily. "I've just got a new broom, though. The Comet 150."
"Ah…good broom, I'll admit. And your girlfriend, what broom has she got?"
"Trinity? She's got a Sidewinder 360."
"Oh. A very fast model. Especially for a girl."
"Well, she's very good."
"Right." Trinity returned, putting a kit on the counter. "I'll have that as well."
The old man rung it into the till and put it in a bag.
"You okay?" she looked at Sirius as she waited.
"Yeah…"
"That'll be six Galleons, eleven Sickles and five Knuts altogether, please."
Handing over seven Galleons, Trinity took the bag and waited for her change.
Thanking the man, she took Sirius' hand, and they left the shop.
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."
"Okay…Anywhere else you want to go?"
"Yeah, Flourish and Blotts. I need to get that Potions book."
Grinning, Trinity headed towards the bookshop with Sirius to get the book he was supposed to have bought a month ago.
"You sure you're gonna be okay?" Sirius asked her, his arms resting on her rear.
Laughing, Trinity was touched by his concerns. "Sirius, I'm going by Floo Powder, I'll be fine."
"Okay…" he kissed her longingly, holding onto her arms. "I'll see you next week."
"Yeah. You going back to Hogwarts?"
"Yeah, I'm not slacking off like some," he grinned at her.
"Whatever!" she smacked his arm playfully. "I'd better go," she looked into the empty fireplace at the Leaky Cauldron. "Be careful," she advised. "I know you're staying at James', you've got him, but you're always welcome to come to mine. You can Floo straight into my bedroom." She whispered the secret name he had to say into his ear, and she kissed him one more time.
She threw another handful of Floo powder into the fireplace, activating the portal. She stepped into it and said, "Honeyduke-Lestrange estate,' and in seconds she was gone, although not before blowing him a kiss.
Smiling to himself, Sirius grabbed some Floo powder and soon emerged at 10 Grimmauld Place to find his parent stood waiting for him in the drawing room, his little brother stood behind his mother, a gleeful expression on his face.
Trinity didn't know where the rest of the week went, but soon it was Sunday afternoon, and Remus, James and Sirius were due in a few hours.
The Honeyduke-Lestranges were sat around the dinner table, having just finished eating Sunday lunch. The house-elves were in the process of clearing the table, and Trinity's parents were discussing the holiday's arrangements over wine.
"Hades, you're going back on Wednesday, aren't you?" her mother was saying. "And your father and I are out of town from tomorrow night, until the end of next week, at a conference in Berlin on behalf of the Ministry."
"What are we going to do?" Hestia moaned. "Can't I come with you?"
"No," Raiden said quickly. "Hel and Hecate will look after you, won't you girls?"
"Yes Father," Hecate said.
"Trins?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster which, when concerning her little sister, wasn't much.
"That's sorted then," he drew the matter to a close.
"Oh, I'm only staying until Wednesday. Richard's back then and we're going looking for a house in London. We're staying with his parents."
"But I don't want to stay on my own with Hel," Hestia complained.
"Don't think I want to stay with you either, you whiny little brat."
"Trinity, that's enough," her mother said sharply. "You'll be fine. Trinity, look after your sister."
"Well fine. But James and Rems and Sirius are staying, so I won't have a lot
"James is coming?" Hestia's eyes lit up. "James Potter?"
"Yes," Trinity raised an eyebrow at her. "And you're staying well away from all of us."
"We'll see."
"Hestia, I'm in charge when Mother and Daddy go away, and you'll do what I say," Trinity lectured her sister. "You're staying away from him. He's already got a girlfriend, and I seriously doubt he wants some stupid, whinging annoying little schoolgirl drooling all over him."
"Mother…" Hestia turned on the tears.
"Hel, apologise to your sister immediately."
"Why? I'm only speaking the truth. Or do you want your youngest child to go chasing around after a seventeen-year old, and basically making a fool of herself?"
"Hel." Her father spoke, and she sighed. "That's a bit far."
"Fine. I'm sorry, Mother. But I'm not apologising to you," she looked disgustedly at Hestia. "You're pathetic."
Angry, Trinity stomped outside and into the orchard, her head suddenly itching. Walking through it, she came out the other end to Lake Honeyduke. A few yards down, further inland, was a white, wrought-iron staircase, leading to a set of French doors on the second floor. That part of the mansion was generally uninhabited, the rooms mainly guest suites. The only rooms that were used other than when visitors were there were Trinity's. Her sitting room, with the French doors leading down to the lake, her bathroom, closet and bedroom.
Walking up the stairs, she unlatched the doors and opened them, entering her sitting room. Turning the music system on, she looked down the CD racks holding her extensive music collection. Putting on 'Songs For Silent Movies' by Something Corporate, she fast forwarded it to her all-time favourite song and turned it up.
Peering into a gold, intricately hand-painted vase on top of the fireplace, she found and opened a fresh packet of cigarettes, and took one out. Grabbing her lighter, she went to sit on one of the bottom steps outside, where she proceeded to have a smoke.
'Stupid fucking sister,' she thought, watching the smoke she exhaled float away, disappearing somewhere over the lake.
Closing her eyes, she listened to the music, glad that in her isolationism, she could play it as loud as she pleased without anyone telling her off.
Maybe when the room is empty,
Maybe when this bottle's full,
Maybe when the door gets broke down,
Love can break in.
Maybe when I'm done with thinking,
Maybe you can think me whole,
Maybe when I'm done with endings,
This can begin,
This can begin,
This can begin.
You could be my punk rock princess,
I could be your garage band king,
You could tell me why you just don't fit it,
And how you're gonna be something.
"Hel Honeyduke-Lestrange, you should kick that filthy habit," a voice came from inside. "It's absolutely disgusting. And turn this rubbish off."
Turning round, Trinity saw Remus stood at the open doors at the top of the staircase, with Sirius and James closely behind him.
"Hey guys!" she stood up, stubbing the nearly empty cigarette out with the sole of her brown satin stilettoed slingbacks. "You got here, then? I see you used the password I gave you, Sirius."
She hugged Remus and James, and Sirius planted a big kiss on her lips.
Looking at the clock on the mantelpiece, she commented, "You're here early."
"Yeah…" Sirius looked around. "Your place is really nice, Trins."
"I take it you two are okay now?" James looked at them.
"Erm…" Sirius began. "We're sorting it out this week."
"Come on, then," Trinity said excitedly. "I'll show you where you're sleeping; you can dump your stuff. And for Sirius' benefit, I'll give you the grand tour."
Stepping out into the hallway, Trinity went down the corridor and to the left. "These are all guest suites," she informed them. "I think there are twelve, maybe thirteen; I don't know, I haven't counted them."
She stopped at a door on her right-hand side and opened it.
"You'll be staying in here James, if that's okay," she said, as they went inside.
The pale blue-coloured room was tastefully decorated with mahogany furniture, and James looked round in admiration as he took in his surroundings.
"I haven't seen this room before."
"It used to be the red room," she said with a grin.
"Oh," he smiled back at her. "I remember now. Bathroom that way?"
"Yep. And bedroom through here," Trinity said, opening a door on the right. The door nearest the bed leads back to the bathroom, and the one by the balcony is the closet."
"Right," James nodded, putting his bags on the floor by the bed. "I remember."
"And although there's mechanical locks on the doors, I magicked them as well," she told him.
"What's he need those for?" Sirius looked confused.
"Hestia," Trinity and James said in unison.
"Oh…"
"Is it alright, James?"
"Yeah, brilliant."
"I thought you'd like it. Come on, Rems, I'll show you where you're sleeping."
The room opposite was where Trinity had thought Remus would want to stay. She'd picked the beige room for him, cool and fresh and relaxing. Showing him the bathroom and bedroom, Trinity let him put his stuff down before going to show Sirius where he was stopping.
Walking back towards her room, Trinity stopped at a room three doors down from Remus and James'.
"How much you wanna bet this is the room that interconnects Trins', Moony?" James joked, beginning to remember the Honeyduke-Lestrange mansion.
Smiling, Trinity opened the door to the guest suite she decided on for her boyfriend.
"Sitting room."
She looked at the sitting room, with the coffee-coloured walls and chocolate décor, and opened the bedroom door.
"Bedroom."
Pointing at each of the three doors in turn, she said, "Bathroom that way, closet there, and this one," she grinned devilishly at James and Remus, "well…"
Opening it, she looked through to see her own sitting room. "My sitting room."
Putting his arm round her, Sirius let his hands travel down her side to her ass, which he squeezed rather hardly. When she yelped, he smirked at her, his eyes looking over her body.
"Why are you dressed like that?" he stroked the green silk, incredibly low-cut dress, his fingers drawing invisibly over the python print.
"Sunday, family dinner thing. We have to dress up," she said tiredly. "They're going away, though. Thank God."
"What, all of them?" Remus said. "We've got the whole house to ourselves?"
"Er, almost," she stole a worrying glance at James. "Hestia's staying."
"Er, I think you guys should go unpack," Sirius said to his Marauding friends, already heading towards Trinity's sitting room.
Sharing a knowing look, James and Remus left them to it and went to their rooms to put all their belongings in their closets and bathrooms.
The door wasn't even shut when Sirius picked Trinity up and slung her over his shoulder. He carried her into to her bedroom and locked the door so they wouldn't be interrupted. He threw her forcefully onto the king-sized poster bed, noticing with a leer that the low-cut neckline of her dress had shifted on impact and her breasts were almost completely spilling out.
His hands resting against one of the hand-carved pillars, looking at the etched vines winding up them; Sirius began unzipping his black Dickies, already beginning to ache from want.
A dirty smile on her face, Trinity crawled on her hands and knees towards him, adjusting her dress. Gripping the belt, she could see how turned on he was, and she began fumbling with the buckle. Frustrated, she pulled her wand out of her hair and pointing it at his trousers, she began reciting an incantation.
However, before she could finish it, Sirius pushed her wand away, instead kissing her. The force from the kiss was too much for Trinity and she fell backwards, her arms wrapped around him pulling him down with her. Moaning as his erection dug into her, Trinity bit down on his ear, her fingers pulling at the back of his hair.
"Strip me," she ordered breathlessly into his ear. "Now."
Reaching around her for the zip of her dress, she grabbed his arms and pushed them away. "Rip it off," she said desperately.
Taking a deep breath, Sirius grabbed her shoulders and, after wavering for a second or two, he pulled it apart, tossing it on the floor, leaving her in the skimpy underwear she was wearing.
Studying her body approvingly, Sirius reached out and touched the black lace panties she had had on underneath the dress. He grabbed her left breast in his hand; squeezing it and massaging her pierced nipple with his thumb.
Trinity groaned, her breaths shortening and becoming more audible as he rubbed her nipple harder and harder. Pushing her back against the pillows, he climbed on top of her, sucking on her nipple. Grasping her nipple bar between his teeth, Sirius tugged, gently enough to just make her shiver underneath at the sensation.
She pulled pathetically at his vest, and he quickly took it off. Raking her emerald-painted fingernails over his bare, muscular chest, Trinity rubbed against him, revelling in the feeling of their naked bodies in contact with each other.
"Trinity?"
She sat up and looked at Sirius, tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear. Clinging to him passionately, she kissed him with everything she had in her. Planting butterfly kisses down his chest, she began unbuckling his belt again, this time more successful than before.
"Trinity?"
Somewhere in the distance, she heard someone calling her name, someone that wasn't Sirius. Unless he was a woman.
An incessant rapping on the door make Trinity stop. She broke away from Sirius and fell back against the pillows, groaning loudly in frustration.
"What?" she shouted, infuriated at being interrupted.
Getting up off the bed, Sirius went to open the door, zipping his Dickies up as he walked.
"Yeah?" he said gruffly, shaking his hair out of his eyes.
"Oh…" the person said, obviously not expecting a half-naked god like Sirius to answer the door. "I'm looking for Trinity."
"Fuck off Hestia," she shouted from the bed. "I'm busy."
"Father wants to see you," she called round the door, looking over at her semi-clad sister spread out on her bed. "Now."
"Oh, for fuck's sake."
Trinity got up off the bed and slung Sirius' vest on.
"Shut the door, babe," she said to Sirius, looking pointedly at Hestia. "Don't want to let the riff-raff in."
Grabbing a hairband off her bedside table, she tied her hair up messily and, checking her face in the mirror quickly, wiped the remains of the lipstick that had become smudged because of Sirius' rough kisses.
"I'll be back in a minute, babe," she said to Sirius before kissing him, her fingers trailing over his bare chest.
"Why are you still here?" she asked Hestia frustratedly, walking past her sat on the bottom step of the stairs.
"Who was that?" she asked, following her past the lake into the orchard.
"None of your business."
"That's who Hades was talking to Father about. One of the Black family."
Turning round, she grabbed hold of her little sister.
"You listen to me, Hestia. You know absolutely nothing. They shouldn't have been talking in front you. If I were you, I'd keep myself to myself."
"You try one move on me, Hel, and you'll regret it, I'll make sure of it."
"Whatever. I've got no time for empty stupid promises from a silly little schoolgirl."
"Yeah, well, I'm watching you two."
"Oh, I wouldn't do that," Trinity said dangerously.
She ran through the patio doors into the conservatory, but not before adding, "You might see some things you shouldn't see until you're older."
"Where's Daddy?" she called to her mother, who was sat at her bureau in the garden room, writing a letter.
"In his office. What are you wearing?"
"I was rushing."
"Look at the state of you," her mother said reprovingly.
Looking down, Trinity quickly folded her arms over her chest, her nipples erect and sticking out through his vest. She hadn't thought it was that cold as she walked across the orchard.
"Daddy?" she called as she came into his home office. "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes." Her father looked up, doing a double-take as he saw what she was wearing.
"I take it your friends have arrived."
"Yeah. What do you want with me?"
"You need to sign some documents, concerning your Grandfather's will."
"Oh, okay."
Trinity grabbed a pen and signed her name on the legal papers her father laid out for her.
"Oh, hi Jonathan, hi Elliott," she said politely to her father's aides as she realised they were there, conscious of what she was wearing.
"Good afternoon Miss. Honeyduke-Lestrange," Elliott smiled warmly at her. Jonathan simply nodded at her.
"What are you doing business for on Sunday?"
"I've got to finish it all before I go away."
"Right. Anything else?"
"Nope. You're free to go enjoy yourself."
"Oh. I want a word with you about that, anyway. What have you and Hades been talking about Sirius for in front of Hestia? You know what she's like."
"Hades was only informing me of how you were getting on at Hogwarts."
"Well, next time get informed when she's not around. You know what she's like at the moment. She'll shit-stir everything up, and I can do without it."
"Hel," her father cautioned her, using her first name.
"Well it's true Daddy. I don't want her knowing my business; it's nothing to do with her. He's not been here an hour and she's making a nuisance of herself already."
"He?" her father picked her up, although he couldn't help smiling.
"They," she corrected herself, grinning. "You know what I mean."
"Well, what exactly is it she's interrupting? You wouldn't be doing anything we'd disapprove of, would you?"
"Daddy," she said sharply, feeling her cheeks redden.
"All right," he stopped joking with her, becoming more serious. "I'll have a word with her. She'll stay out of your way. Both of your ways."
"All of our ways. Especially James'."
Nodding, Raiden motioned for his daughter to kiss him, which she did.
"See you later, Daddy."
Shaking his head, he couldn't do anything except shrug his shoulders at his advisers and chuckle.
"What did your father want?" Sirius asked her as she sat down on the sofa in the sitting room.
"Oh, he just wanted me to sign some documents, for my inheritance."
She pulled her feet up and lay against him.
He eased her hairband gently out of her hair, and stroked her curls.
Leaning across him, Trinity lifted herself up onto her lap, so she was sat across him.
Sirius rested his hands on her head, moving them down so they rested on the back of her neck. His fingers entangling in the underneath of her, he kissed her once more, his tongue slipping into her mouth.
Trinity's hands roamed his naked chest, unable to get enough of his touch. They broke apart just long enough for Sirius to remove his vest from her body, and they clutching at each other once again.
"Guys? We were thinking…"
"Whoa…"
Remus and James stopped in the doorway.
"We thought you'd be done by now," James said disbelievingly.
"We got interrupted," Trinity enlightened them, getting up off the sofa.
"Er, Trins…" Remus turned red. When he looked at James, he rolled his eyes, although he looked just a little too long at her breasts.
Obviously Sirius was mesmerised, unable to tear his eyes away.
"Yes Rems," she smiled sweetly at him as she headed towards the bedroom.
"Maybe we should come back later." He nodded in James' direction.
"Oh no." She came out of the bedroom, slinging on a strappy black vest.
"We'll pick up where we left off later," she winked at Sirius.
"Where's my jeans?" she asked, to herself more than anyone else. Suddenly, a small tubby house-elf appeared at the door.
"Wendy has your trousers, Miss Trinity."
"Oh," Trinity took it from her graciously. "Thank you, Wendy."
Pulling it on, Trinity quickly swapped her stilettos for some comfy flip-flops, and adding a studded belt, she announced, "I'm ready."
They all walked down the steps into the orchard. Sitting under an apple tree, they lazed about in the late afternoon sun, laughing and joking and, in Sirius and Trinity's case, smoking.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you want?"
"I'm allowed to walk around the estate. I live here as well as you," Hestia replied smartly. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" She looked at them, blushing when she saw James. Trinity was a little surprised when she saw her eyes lingering on Sirius.
Glaring at her sister, she said dully, "you know James, you probably don't remember Remus, but he's a really good friend of Hades. And you met Sirius earlier."
"You're the Black one," Hestia said knowingly.
"Yeah…" Sirius' grey eyes watched her cautiously.
"Go away, Hestia," Trinity said uninterestedly, as she blew smoke at her sister.
Coughing and spluttering, she stalked away, determined to get revenge on her.
"What did she mean by that – 'you're the Black one'?"
"Ignore her, baby. She does it for attention."
"Oh, right…is your other sister like her?"
"Hecate? God, no! She's normal, thank goodness. If she was like Hestia, I'd have hung myself a long time ago."
James looked up at the few remaining apples hanging from the tree above them.
"Can you eat those?"
"Yeah." Trinity looked up. With a swish of her wand, one landed by her side. Throwing it at James, she pointed to where there was a path leading off somewhere.
"There's a fountain just down there where you can wash it."
She watched as James got up and went off to find it.
"Is he still going out with Mariella?"
"Yeah," Remus said lazily.
"He finally got over Lily?"
"Yeah, right!" Sirius laughed. "He obviously still wants her, but he says he's fine just being friends right now."
"You've got a beautiful way of phrasing things," she joked. "He still wants her?"
Sirius grabbed her, pinching her in retaliation, making her shriek.
He stopped as James emerged, ruffling his hair.
"You okay?"
He nodded at them with a grin.
"What you guys wanna do tonight?" Trinity asked them, rolling over off Sirius' chest, away from him, facing them.
"What is there to do?"
"We could watch a film in the theatre," she pointed over to the house. "Or we could go to the cinema. There's a bowling alley nearby. Or we could go out. There's loads of clubs and bars about quarter of an hour away."
"Well," Remus began, "I'm a bit tired, so I won't be in bed late."
Giggling, Trinity teased him. "You're like an old man, Rems. Aw, you're so cute. I love you."
"Trinity!" Sirius stuck his bottom lip out, looking hurt.
Rolling her eyes, she looked at her boyfriend.
"Not in the same way," she looked at him. "Unless you're fine with that," she added, grinning at her boyfriend.
Shaking his head disapprovingly at them, Remus suggested, "We could go see a film."
"Yeah, I like the sound of that," James agreed.
"Okay. Erm, do you wanna go about half six?" she proposed, consulting Sirius' watch.
When they'd decided what they were going to see, Trinity remembered Boardwalk, where one of her favourite bands was playing that week.
"We'll have to go there," she said excitedly, her eyes lighting up. "Kaiser Chiefs are playing one night, I can't remember if it's Wednesday or Thursday. Harm's will know, I'll ask her. They're fab, you'll love it."
"Trins?"
Sirius walked into her bedroom. Remus and James were talking to Hades, who'd only just arrived back from a meeting he'd been at.
"Yeah, babe?"
"Can we talk? Y'know, about last week."
"Yeah…" Trinity patted the bed next to her, and he sat down.
"Well…I just want to say, before anything else, I'm sorry if it scared you, but what I said, I meant Trinity, so…"
Unsure what to say, Trinity looked down at the duvet, watching Sirius' fingers tracing over the brocade pattern.
"I don't really know what to say," she admitted, putting her hand over his so he'd concentrate on what she was saying. "Sirius, you know when I got involved with you I didn't think it would be a long-term thing. I think…I guess I got a bit scared at how fast this was going, especially when you said…well, you said what you said."
Noticing he was looking a bit put out, Trinity touched his cheek with her hand, lifting his head to look at him properly.
"What I'm saying, Sirius," she looked into those fathomless grey eyes, "is I don't know if I feel like you're feeling, but I really do like you, like I've never liked anyone before. And I'm happy with that for now. But if it's not enough for you, well, I guess we should, erm…"
Pausing so he could take in everything he'd heard, Sirius whispered softly, "I don't want to break up with you."
"We just see how it goes?"
"Yeah," he smiled genuinely at her. "And I promise I won't say anything like that anymore."
"Not yet, anyway," she murmured.
Just catching what she said, Sirius put his arms round her and kissed her. Grinning into their kiss, Trinity's arms rested around his shoulders
"Hey guys, it's seven," James shouted from the sitting room. "Is it safe to come in?"
"Yeah," Trinity called back, resting her head against Sirius' strong chest. She grinned as James and Remus appeared, with Hades behind them.
"You guys ready to go?" Remus looked at them, pretending not to be proud of them for still having their clothes on.
"Yeah," Sirius jumped off the bed, grabbing her hand. "Come on, babe."
"You okay, Hades?" she looked at her brother.
"Yeah," he smiled, keeping an eye on Sirius.
"Well, we're going to the cinema, we'll see you later. No James," she stopped him from going out the French doors, "we're going through the house."
Locking the French doors, she led them through corridors and hallways until they found the front door, and then made the five-minute walk to the cinema.
Author's Note:
Hey guys!
How are you all? Hope you're all okay.
This is Chapter 6, as you probably already know. Again, I don't really have a lot to say here.
Erm…I hope you like it, and if you've got a second or two, I'd be really grateful if you could review.
Thanx!
Loadsa love,
Serenity x