Sirius began his long trek up the mountain to the hiding place he shared with Buckbeak. He was overjoyed at the prospect of real food. A loaf of bread wasn't much, but it was better than rats, which had been his main source of food for the past week. He wandered the long path upset by what he had just experienced and stopped under a tree to think about it.
He'd just seen Gwendolyn… his Gwen. He hadn't seen her since the night before Lily and James had died; two nights before he'd been arrested for a crime he didn't commit, the murder of Peter Pettigrew and 13 innocent muggles. He sat and thought about the last time he'd seen her….
He was in his apartment, the one he'd rented right after graduating from Hogwarts. He had just lost his job working as a bartender at The Three Broomsticks; he'd gotten in a brawl with Snape after he'd called Lily a mudblood to her face.
"Bloody hell," he thought, "What's Snape gonna screw me out of next?" But his mood shifted as he heard a knock at the door. It was Gwen. Tonight was their two year anniversary, well, technically, it was their eight year anniversary if he counted the last two years at Hogwarts and all their on and off time. God, he loved her. She'd saved him from mooning over Lily for an eternity and convinced him that James wasn't the only one with all the luck. He opened the door and let her in. She marveled at the glowing, candle-lit room and the delectable looking French dinner he'd laid out. "It's beautiful" she murmured.
"Yeah, you are" he replied with a grin.
"That's hopelessly cheesy and overused you know" she replied with a twinkle in her eye.
"I know" he shrugged.
"But you still carried it off well, and that's one of the many reasons I love you." Then they kissed. He stopped for a minute.
"We should eat before it gets cold…"
"Okay." She sat down as her took her coat. After she'd finished she leaned back and said "That was wonderful. Where'd you get it?"
"Apparated to France and back."
She blinked in surprise. "You're amazing, you know that?"
"Well, then, while you have such a high opinion of me, let me ask you something," he laughed. Sirius got down on one knee and pulled a small black box out of his pocket. Gwen gasped as he opened it to reveal a gleaming emerald stone. "Gwendolyn Jones, will you marry me?"
Gwen's eyes filled with tears and she nodded her head vigorously. "Yes," she whispered breathlessly, "yes, I will." Sirius slipped the ring on to her trembling fingers. As tears of joy slid down her cheeks he embraced her and they began to kiss.
"Sirius Black, I love you more than anything."
"I love you too Gwen." Their kissing grew more passionate until he picked her up and carried her into his room. He pulled his wand out of his sleeve. "Aromantica" he muttered between kisses and the room filled with candles and rose petals. Feverishly she pulled at his shirt buttons as he undid the buttons on her forest green top. He undid her bra and began to kiss her as she fiddled with the zipper on his pants. He kissed her breasts and pulled her glimmering red hair out of its elegant coif. Her hair fell around her shoulders as he gently pulled her skirt off. He cupped her milk white breasts in his hands and their tongues entertwined as he slid into her. She moaned with delight.
They'd made love three times that night and then, the next day, everything had come crashing down around him. Lily and James, his best friends, were murdered and not only that, but he'd been accused of betraying them. He'd been hauled off to Azkaban and since his escape last year had been living in hiding.
He'd managed to dismiss Gwen from his mind. It was easy enough. After all, his main concern was Harry now. But then again, he hadn't seen her in 13 years. Until now…Everything he'd ever felt for her had come rushing back to him in that moment: his delight in her sense of humor, his infatuation with her beauty, and most of all, his enchantment with her red hair. "I can't dwell on her," he thought, " after all, she must be married now. She had a ring on her finger and a child. A beautiful child named Stella. I don't blame her. It must've crushed her to find out that I wasn't who she thought I was, even if it wasn't true."
Sirius began on his way again and as he continued to climb he began to cry. Not only for the loss of the woman he loved, but for Stella. He'd have given anything to be her father, to be the man in Gwen's life forever and always. He loved Gwen, but he'd wanted nothing more to be a father and because of Peter Pettigrew he was denied that chance. "Damn Peter and Voldemort!" he cried as he entered his cave and transformed.