The Letters
Summary: In the MWPP era, Sirius receives a series of letters from an unknown person. He seeks to find the person and confront them, but the person is clever. Can Sirius find them?
AN: I really find these author notes boring, so I'll be quick Ok? I was so incredibly pleased to see that I had 56 hits. I was not so pleased to see only three reviews. Review, friends. Go, Pippa!
Chapter 7. The Seventh Letter
Sirius woke up that night suddenly with a revelation.
"Is it Cathryn?" He inquired to himself, astounded that he hadn't thought of it before, "You're an idiot Black." He told himself lying back down; he'd deal with it in the morning.
"Cathryn!" James and Lily asked at the same time. The looked at each other lovingly for a moment and then turned back to Sirius.
"Do you really think so?" James asked quietly, as the other Gryffindors were staring at them.
"It's a possibility, isn't it?" Sirius said, "You said so yourself James."
"You're right, I did." James remembered, "I thought I was just joking."
"I thought you were too, but I don't know, maybe." Sirius said.
"Maybe we should have Wormtail tail her." Remus suggested.
"'Wormtail, tail.' Ha ha…" Peter giggled.
"Get a life, Peter." James laughed.
"It's worth a try." Sirius said.
"I'll see what I can do!" Peter said saluting them. Sirius and James exchanged comical looks before watching Sirius' owl fly down to them with a letter.
"Is that…" Lily trailed off.
"But we didn't even reply yet." Sirius said
"She's an impatient woman." James said.
"Well, read it already!" Remus nudged.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were interested in this sordid affair." James laughed.
"Thank God, you don't know better." Remus said
Dear Mr. Black,
When this began, I just knew that I loved you. But now, I'm burning a passion for you so hot that I think I must see you.
I could tell you what you are looking for. Please meet me, or if you find this repulsive, come out and say so.
Love,
The One who loves you.
"She wants to meet." Sirius said.
"Well, tell her you'll meet with her, maybe she'll explain!" Lily exclaimed.
Dear the one who loves me,
I would be delighted to meet you, and learn more about you. And maybe perhaps gain some understanding.
Name the time and place and I'll be there.
Signed,
Sirius B.
"That's good, that's good." James said, "Now hurry and send it off before classes start."
"I'll go right now!" Sirius said dashing to the door.
She watched the group with humor, knowing she'd be receiving the owl soon.
"Soon, my love…" She whispered sulking out of the Great Hall.
"Why, Good morning, Cathryn." Albus Dumbledor said conjuring up her usual chair before his desk.
"Good morning, sir." She replied quietly.
"You sound down today, bad night?" He inquired taking a large jar of lemon drops out and wordlessly offering some to her. She declined.
"Just sleepless, sir." She replied brushing the hair out of her eyes.
"Have you thought about taking a potion for your insomnia?" He asked cheerfully popping a few of the sweets into his own mouth.
"I don't like to take things, sir." She replied.
"I see." Dumbledor nodded, "Well, let's get on with it, shall we."
"Yes sir." She said.
"Now, now, no need to look so glum, once we get through all of your memories, we may be able to remedy your condition." He comforted.
"Yes sir." She agreed sitting up a little straighter in her chair. Dumbledor took out a pensieve (AN: Somebody want to tell me if I spelt that right?) with the engraving, 'Cathryn' upon the bowl.
Peter Pettigrew watched, as a rat, as they dove into the silvery substance. When they came out, she was shaking, trembling at her own memory.
"How did your father make you feel, when he hit you like that?" The headmaster inquired.
"Guess!" She spat back, trying to control her convulsions.
"I think we know where your fear stems from." He replied.
"Y-yes sir."
"That's definitely enough for today, Cathryn. Go to the Hospital Wing and get some medication, why don't you. Can you make it there on your own?" He inquired as she struggled to her feet, still shaking.
"Yes sir!" She wanted to be alone, if she could just get to her room, she would be fine. She could do what she wanted there.
The rat followed her out of Dumbledor's office and slowly up the stairs, prepared to return to his original form and help her, if necessary.
"Leave me alone," She said aloud, nearly crawling up the stairs. Everyone was in classes, if she could just make it far enough…
Cathryn collapsed and blacked out on the stairs, breathing heavily and trembling in a cold sweat. Peter transformed and ran to inform the headmaster.
"Sir, there's a girl collapsed on the stairs, I think she's hurt!" He said feigning that he had no knowledge whatsoever upon the girl.
They delivered her to the hospital wing where she was treated and given a calming potion.
"What's wrong with her sir?" Peter inquired, pulling up a chair next to her bed.
"Nothing is wrong with her, but an unfortunate past. She is haunted by her memories, and they leave her shaken." Dumbledor explained quietly, "Why don't you stay with her for a while." He suggested.
"Yes sir." Peter agreed.
Dear Mr. Black,
I would like to meet by the tree by the lake at 12 midnight tonight. If that is not convenient for you, the offer will be rescinded.
Love,
The one who loves you.
"Oh I'll be there." Sirius said. And after saying so in a letter, he mailed it off.
"Find out lots, Sirius." James advised through a mouthful of chicken at lunch.
"I will." He replied. Then after a short look around, "Hey, where's Wormtail?"
TBC.