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Tomorrow Never Came
Chapter 7

Ren smoothed out the black material that flowed down her body and gave herself a final onceover in the tall mirror that was stood against her bedroom wall.

She would have much preferred to be meeting Sirius in some dingy pub, because then at least she would have been able to get away with wearing a casual t-shirt and jeans. But Ren knew for a fact that a t-shirt and jeans wouldn't exactly fit in at the Beaufort, what with it being part of the Savoy Hotel.

This was why Ren was currently studying herself in a black, sleeveless dress which fell to her knees. The material clung to her body, and she had cinched in her waist with a thin golden belt that matched the dainty chain which hung from her neck, dipping into her cleavage in a tantalising manner.

To put it frankly, Ren knew she looked good. Her argument was that if she was going to be spending the evening with her ex-boyfriend, who's current reputation was that of the 'Wizarding World's Most Eligible Batchelor', Ren wanted to look bloody hot! 'Show him that I've still got it too,' A dark part of her mind thought as she tousled her curls, but she immediately dismissed that line of thinking, wanting to slap herself for letting the thought occur.

"Don't even go there," Ren muttered to herself. This evening was simply about Sirius and herself rebuilding enough of a relationship so that they could both be in Harry's presence with the minimal amount of awkwardness.

Just as Ren finished making sure that her bronzed eye makeup was to her liking, she heard a 'WHOOSH' of flames from the fireplace downstairs. 'That'll be Loren with my shoes,' she thought, and sure enough a moment later she heard the cry of her name from the familiar voice of her best friend. "Upstairs!" Ren shouted back, and in less than a minute Loren Mitchell appeared at the top of the stairs. The Witch froze when she saw Ren and then let out a low whistle.

"Dear Merlin, Ren!" She exclaimed when Ren turned to face her. "You look like a million galleons!" And Ren let out a chuckle at the compliment.

"Cheers love," She said, smiling wryly. "You got the shoes?" By way of answer Loren held up the heels in her hand, Ren's favourite shoes that she owned. Her black Christian Louboutin stilettos, which had been a gift to her from her parents on her 32nd birthday in 1993, the year the now signature red soled shoes were first released.

Over the years Ren had developed quite the love for high heels. She didn't know how to explain it, but whenever she wore a heel Ren simply felt like she could take on the world. They just gave her a bizarre surge of confidence.

By now she had built up quite the collection of shoes, and Loren (who had the same size feet as Ren) was granted complete free reign to the collection provided the shoes were returned in the same condition in which she had been leant them. She had borrowed Ren's beloved red bottomed shoes to wear for her and Leroy's wedding anniversary.

As she took the heels from Loren's hands Ren was pleased to see that they looked practically perfect.

"So where the hell are you off to looking so good? Have you finally met someone?" Loren asked, flopping down onto the bed as Ren stepped into the shoes. She straightened up and turned back to the mirror, pretending to inspect how the shoes went with the dress when in all honesty she was simply trying to buy time. Although she knew about Harry, Ren had been trying to figure out the best way to tell Loren that she had seen Sirius yesterday, and that they were meeting up tonight.

Due to how dramatic Loren was, Ren could envision no scenario which didn't end with Loren going crazy. It was just how she was. Ren figured she might as well just say it outright and get it out the way. There was no point pussyfooting around it.

"I'm meeting Sirius tonight." She said, catching Loren's eyes in the mirror. The woman froze. It was at least thirty seconds later before she said anything.

"Sirius as in… haven't seen him in eighteen years, Sirius?" She asked slowly.

"How many other Sirius' do we know?"

"Sirius as in… wrongfully spent twelve years in Azkaban and then became the first person to ever escape, Sirius?" Loren went on to question, completely ignoring Ren.

"No the Sirius that works down the off-license." Ren carped, now knowing that Loren wasn't listening to a word she was saying.

"Sirius as in… is now a free man who's in the news every other day with a different girl on his arm, Sirius?"

"Yes Loren, that Sirius!" Ren shouted, rounding on Loren, who looked completely shell shocked.

"Why?!" She shouted back, sitting up completely, and Ren let out an exasperated sigh.

"For Harry!" Ren argued, causing Loren to screw up her face in confusion. "No hear me out Loren!-" She began to defend herself before Loren had a chance to interrupt. "- I want to be in my Godson's life! I've missed too much to not fully commit myself now, but to do that I'll have to see Sirius!"

"But you haven't seen each other in eighteen years!

"Ehh- well that's not strictly true." Ren said sheepishly. "We saw each other yesterday." She admitted. Loren let out a strangled gasp.

"You saw him yesterday?! Why didn't you tell me?!" She demanded, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at Ren.

"I'm telling you now!"

"Yeah, a full twenty four hours after the crime occurred!"

"Oh don't be so dramatic Loren. You're the first person I've told! Even though I saw Nessa straight after." This seemed to placate Loren, her body relaxed slightly.

"Well… why did you see him?" She questioned. "What the fuck made you want to do that so suddenly?"

"Because of that!" Ren spat, pointing to an open glossy magazine that sat on the bedside table. Loren's brows furrowed and she reached over and picked up the copy of Witch Weekly and began to read the article the page was open on.

"The Boy Who Loved?

Harry Potter, 19, Spotted with Muggle Melody's Renee Gallagher, 38!

Article by Andrea Armstrong

Since defeating the darkest Wizard ever known little over one month ago, it seems that our beloved Boy Who Lived is swiftly moving on to a new adventure!

Despite apparently already being in a devoted relationship with a Miss Ginevra Weasley (sister of Ronald Weasley) yesterday Harry Potter was spotted looking cosy with none other than Renee Gallagher, the newest DJ on the block for Muggle Melody, who is 20 years older than Mr Potter!

Pictured below you can see the pair enjoying each other's company in the secluded coffee shop, The Wizards Rabbit. Now while this could be an innocent friendship, we here at Witch Weekly, dear readers, can't help but think otherwise.

A source close to Mr Potter has exclusively revealed that the pair met at a small party celebrating the one month anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, and that there was an instant connection between them.

"Ginevra is heartbroken, and Ron is furious!" Our source reveals. "The Weasleys have treated Harry as family for as long as they've known him and now he's meeting up with another woman behind Ginevra's back. It's the ultimate betrayal."

So what do you think? Has Harry Potter found new love in a woman 20 years his senior? Or will he return to the arms of his childhood sweetheart should it all end in tears? Mr Potter, Ms Gallagher and Miss Weasley have all been contacted for comment but are yet to respond."

Of all the reactions Ren expected from Loren she didn't expect a snort of amusement. She gave Loren a sharp look.

"Sorry, it's just that they've done you no favours. You look like a right perv, going for someone twenty years younger than you. You're a right cougar!" She giggled and Ren stared at her in disbelief. Seriously?

"Right, thanks for that." Ren deadpanned, snatching the magazine from Loren and launching it across the room. It landed on top of the pillow that Loren had thrown moments before.

"And that bullshit article is why you had to see Sirius… how?" Loren asked after she had finished grinning at Ren's immature retaliation.

"Because we saw someone take that picture and we knew it would be in a magazine by the next day, and… Harry didn't want that to be the way Sirius discovered that he had found me." Ren shrugged. "So we went to his house. I saw Remus as well." She added.

"Oh man," Loren murmured, seeming to realise the gravity of the situation. "How did it go anyway? Seeing them again, I mean." Ren gently sat down on the bed beside her.

"As well as you'd probably expect. I mean, Sirius hid in the bathroom and we had a right old shouting match." She said.

"That… doesn't sound like it went well at all." Loren replied, sounding confused.

"No it doesn't." Ren agreed after a moment of consideration. "But we calmed down eventually and agreed to meet up tonight, so I guess there's some hope of us being cohesive Godparents to Harry at least."

Loren was watching her best friend with a steady gaze, and Ren knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to analyse her, trying to figure out the physiological reason Ren would put herself through the pain of seeing the people from her past again. Was there more to it than just being there for Harry? "Loren," Ren whispered, sounding dejected. "It's just for Harry." She said again. "Not for Sirius. We're both well aware that too much has changed between us for there to be a chance of rekindling." When Ren had finished speaking Loren let out a small sigh and took Ren's hands in her own.

"I know," She said, and Ren looked up at her. "Just don't let him break you again. It took you too long to mend last time." Loren sounded serious, none of usual joking manner in her voice.

"But it wasn't his fault." Ren murmured weakly, hating herself for defending Sirius even now. It was true. It hadn't turned out to be Sirius' fault like they had always thought, and that fact made it difficult to decide how she should feel about Sirius. She had gotten too used to hating him for the years of pain…

"Ren look at me," Loren raised her hand to Ren's cheek and cupped it tenderly. Their eyes met. "No matter what happens just put yourself first this time, okay?" Ren couldn't help but smile. Loren always knew just what to say.

"I will. I promise." She sniffed.

"Good," Loren said. "And I tell you what you're going to knock his balls right off tonight, you look like sex on legs!" Ren let out a watery giggle.

"That's always nice to hear." She admitted. "I should probably get going anyway." Ren rose from the bed and straightened out her dress before giving her curls a final ruffle.

"Where are you meeting?" Loren asked, standing up beside her.

"The Beaufort at the Savoy. I think we both assumed it would probably be for the best if we met up at a non-Wizarding establishment. I'm going to floo to the Leaky Cauldron then get a taxi there." Ren told her.

"Oh yeah, the press would pretty much come in their pants if they saw you and Sirius together. I'm surprised nothing has come out about how you two used to be to an item already if I'm honest." The women began to descend the staircase into the hallway below.

"You and me both," Ren agreed. "Especially with that article about me and Harry coming out today. The reporter obviously didn't do that much research. It shouldn't be that hard to find out that I'm his Godmother." She trotted into the living room and picked up her black clutch bag from where it had been thrown on the sofa next to Maia. Ren scratched the cat behind her ears gently while she was there.

"I mean I think the lack of research was obvious enough already, what with her 'source' saying you met at a party and fell in love instantly." Loren shrugged.

"True," Ren said. "But I reckon at the first sighting of Sirius and I together someone would do some digging and find out."

"Oh yeah, definitely." Loren nodded in agreement as the two women gathered by the fireplace. They looked at each other and smiled.

"Right, don't wait up for me like you did when I went on that blind date with Nessa's friend." Ren instructed, trying her best to sound firm. "Just go home to your family and I'll floo you in the morning." Loren pouted

"Aww come on, I don't mind waiting!" She pleaded, and Ren tried not to laugh.

"Go home!" She insisted, causing Loren to roll her eyes.

"Fine," She relented before giving Ren a hug and wishing her luck. "You'll be fine."

"I hope so." Ren murmured as Loren took a pinch of floo powder, stepped into the fireplace and disappeared a moment later into the emerald flames.

Now that she was alone Ren let out a final shaky breath. "You've got this." She said to herself before following in Loren's footsteps. Floo powder in hand she stepped into the hearth and shouted "The Leaky Cauldron!" before she could change her mind and chicken out.


Sirius nervously swallowed down the dregs of the Muggle lager he had ordered. What the fuck had possessed him to ask Ren out?! Now that he had had time to reflect Sirius was sure that it would only end badly.

He was sat at the gleaming marble bar of The Beaufort, trying desperately to appear composed, but Sirius had a feeling he resembled some kind of weird, twitchy drug addict. He simply couldn't pull himself together! Every time he thought he heard someone approaching the bar from the foyer behind him Sirius spun around in pure terror to see who it was.

So far Ren was yet to arrive, which meant that every poor soul whom Sirius had darted round to gawk at had seemed quite baffled by the raven-haired mans behaviour. Merlin he was going the right way to get kicked out at this rate.

'Just play it cool man' Sirius tried to tell himself, but it was to no avail.

He had been like this since Ren had left Grimmauld Place, Sirius reflected. Harry had been very sympathetic to Sirius' erratic behaviour. Before she had left the previous day, Ren had obviously told the boy that she and Sirius had made plans to meet up, and when Sirius had eventually ventured downstairs Harry had simply hugged him and offered his thanks, not saying anything more on the matter.

Since then the poor sods at Grimmauld Place hadn't had a clue how to deal with Sirius. He had been pacing around all day, rearranging things, changing too and from Padfoot every five minutes, not knowing which form he felt more settled in.

That morning it had got to the point where Harry and Remus had all but ordered Sirius to come for a walk with them to help clear his mind. This walk had basically consisted of them heading over to Highbury Fields with Sirius in his Animagus form, and then Harry and Remus standing around for over an hour while Padfoot bolted around the green barking and chasing birds, other dogs, leaves or anything else that moved. It had helped to relieve a bit of Sirius' pent up anxiety, but by now he was back to feeling completely terrified.

After the walk Sirius had shut himself up in his bedroom for the majority of the afternoon, thinking and threating, until five o'clock when (three hours before he was due to meet Ren) Sirius had plucked up the nerve to ask Harry for his opinion on what shirt he should wear for the meeting.

Harry's first instruction had been for the rather sweaty Sirius to take a shower, and after that the Godson and Godfather duo had then proceeded to go through Sirius' vast shirt collection, eventually settling on a simple fitted blue shirt teamed with tailored grey trousers.

Although the reason they had been doing it had Sirius' stomach in knots, he couldn't help but smile as he thought about the time Harry had spent helping him figure out what to wear. It was little moments like that which Sirius truly valued.

The Animagus was suddenly ripped violently from his thoughts as he zeroed in on the sound of heels clicking against the floor behind him. He spun around out of habit, half expecting (half hoping) that it would just be another random stranger entering the bar, but it wasn't. Not this time.

Ren was sauntering through the bars lounge, glancing around in an attempt to spot him. Sirius felt his throat go dry. Merlin she looked amazing.

Despite the simplicity of the black strapless dress she wore Ren still managed to look like royalty. The golden accessories worked beautifully with the dress and her makeup was perfect, not too much or not too little, just enough to make her skin seem to glow in the dimmed lighting of the bar.

Ren had always been beautiful, Sirius knew that, but she had truly grown up into the most stunning woman. Or perhaps Sirius was simply biased? Did his past with Ren prevent him from seeing her as anything else but a Goddess amongst women? Looking at her now he was vaguely reminded of when he had watched her arriving to the Masquerade Ball which had been held in their final year at Hogwarts. He was entranced by her. By how effortlessly good she looked.

At that moment Ren spotted Sirius at the bar. They locked eyes, each of them froze for but a second, before Ren began to make her way over to him. Sirius unconsciously rose from the barstool to greet her, but when Ren reached him and he saw her up close Sirius found that he had absolutely no idea what to say. The pair simply stood and stared at one another. Ren eventually broke the silence.

"Well I need a bloody drink." She said with a shrug, and that seemed to be the perfect icebreaker.

"I need about five." Sirius found himself saying before he could stop himself. Ren thankfully laughed and turned to the bar.

"Well what are you having then? I don't know about you but I'd want something stronger than beer." She said, nodding to the empty pint glass.

"Yeah I've quickly realised that too." The man agreed as a fresh-faced barman approached them and asked for their orders. "You still drink whisky?" Sirius asked her quickly, and Ren nodded.

"Two double whiskys please. Top shelf." Sirius requested, and when the barman disappeared to make their drinks, the Animagus didn't miss the roll of Ren's eyes as she tried to supress a grin.

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They sat in silence at a secluded table, tucked away in a corner of the bar. They were facing one another, each seeming to take the other in, evaluating them.

Sirius observed Ren carefully. She was reclined in the chair, one leg draped over the other and the tumbler of whisky in her hand. She was watching him in much the same way and Sirius would have loved to have known what was going through her mind, what she thought of him at that moment in time.

"So," Ren said.

"So," Sirius echoed.

"Here we are… eighteen years later." Ren took a sip of her drink before placing it down gently on the table. "I suppose if I was meeting anyone else for the first time in nearly two decades I'd ask what they had spent that time doing, but their answer wouldn't be that they spent twelve years wrongfully imprisoned in Azkaban, so…" She trailed off, and Sirius almost wanted to laugh.

She was right. Anyone else would be able to tell Ren how they had spent the past eighteen years working on their career, making friends, having a family, but not Sirius. Ren, along with the rest of the Wizarding World, was well aware that Sirius had spent twelve years in Azkaban and the remaining five in hiding.

He had only truly had a number of months of really being able to live his life, and during those few months Sirius had been in and out of the tabloids so often that Ren, had she read them, probably already felt like she knew what Sirius had been up to already.

"That's true enough," Sirius agreed reflectively.

"For what it's worth I'm… I'm sorry you went through that." Ren said. Sirius was baffled. What on earth was Ren apologising for?

"You've got nothing to be sorry for, it was my own fault. If I hadn't lost my temper and gone after Peter, if I'd just stayed with you that night-"

"-No." Ren interrupted Sirius before he could start rambling. "Don't do that. You did what you did and in all honesty I probably would have done the same." She said. "I guess what I'm really sorry for is… hating you for the past eighteen years." Sirius froze at her words. "Hating you for something you didn't even do in the end."

All Sirius could do was stare at Ren, whose hands were wringing in her lap. "I spent so long thinking about what I would do or say to you if I ever saw you again, and nearly every possible scenario I conjured up in my head ended up with me murdering you and ending up in Azkaban myself. For eighteen years that was only thing I'd allow myself to feel when I thought of you, because… I loathed you. For ruining my life, Remus' life, Harry's life."

Sirius wanted to plead with her to stop, to scream at her that it hadn't been his fault, that he was sorry for everything, especially that her memories of him had forever been tainted. "I blamed you for everything," Ren continued. "But mainly I blamed you for that fucking Unbreakable Vow Dumbledore made me take. I had to swear that I'd stay away from Harry until he was an adult."

There was a beat of silence as Ren took a deep breath. "Then the War finished and the truth came out, and I found out that everything I'd thought for eighteen years had been wrong… I have to constantly remind myself that you were innocent. I'm having to train myself to not hate you, and I won't lie… it's really hard. But I just want you to know, here and now, that I am trying, and I'm sorry for the way I felt."

So everything that Sirius had feared had turned out to be true. Ren had hated him, and he didn't blame her. He hadn't known about the Vow, and if he was Ren he would have loathed him for that. He downed the remainder of his drink and signalled to a passing waiter for another round to be brought over.

"No Ren, you shouldn't be sorry." Sirius managed to eventually say. "I may not have been the one to betray James and Lily but it was still my fault. I shouldn't have changed places with Peter. And anyway I should have told you that I had done it. If I had done then you could have still been able to raise Harry, regardless of what happened to me." They were staring at each other again. Ren's jaw was set in a firm grimace. At that moment a waiter came and interrupted the tense silence by depositing another two tumblers of whisky on the table before them.

"Thank you," Ren said to him, sending a small smile his way before he retreated. She seemed to jump at the chance to look anywhere but Sirius, but the man in question couldn't bring himself to turn his gaze away from her. The both simultaneously downed the whisky before them, each grimacing slightly at the taste. Sirius waited until Ren's brown eyes were settled on him once more.

"So I'm sorry. For every single thing I did." At his apology Sirius could see a vast amount of conflicting emotions sweep across Ren's face. It was like observing one of those Muggle gambling devices. The slot machines. Watching the crown, cherries or Merlin knows what else spin around and around, hoping that they'd slow down and all land on the same icon. What emotion would Ren settle on when her mind stopped spinning?

Eventually she let out a frustrated sigh and put her head in her hands, elbows propping her up on the table.

"What a fucking pair we are." She muttered, raking her hands through her curls almost violently. Much the same as Sirius had done to his own hair on numerous occasions recently.

Ren sat back and looked at Sirius once again, contemplatively. "So we're both sorry," She clarified and Sirius nodded, even though he knew she wasn't finished speaking. "But do we both accept each other's apologies and put everything behind us?" She sounded like a cold, calculated business woman setting out a contract. In all honesty Sirius didn't like the use of the word 'everything'.

"And what do you mean by 'everything'?" He asked her harshly, unable to stop himself from prickling at her words. "Do you just mean the past eighteen years or are you including our time together before that? Because I can't do that, Ren." Sirius was surprised by how severe he sounded, but it couldn't help it. If he wasn't severe he would no doubt sound like a crumbling mess. "Trust me when I say I've fucking tried to forget you Ren. Tried to forget everything about you. Like how you twirl the ends of your hair between your fingers when you're anxious-"

Ren promptly dropped her hand from the curl she had unconsciously been twirling as if she had been electrocuted.

"-Sirius," She tried to interject, but to no avail.

"-Or how you could get so immersed in drawing or playing your guitar that you'd completely detached yourself from your surroundings. You'd stick your tongue out to the side slightly when you were concentrating and I'd know that there was no point in disturbing you because you were just in a world of your own." He took a deep, unsteady breath, unable to tell what the emotion welling up inside him was.

Was it anger? Longing? Or maybe both? "Or how you couldn't cook for shit, no matter how hard you tried, but you did always try! You wanted to learn. Or how if you had a scab you had to pick it, you just couldn't leave it to heal-"

"Sirius stop it," Ren's voice was low and dangerous, and even though Sirius heard her loud and clear he didn't stop, he couldn't.

"You always used to carry your camera around with you, no matter what. 'Just in case' you'd say." His own voice was a peculiar cross between unsteady and venomous at this point. He ignored Ren's half pleading half murderous eyes and tried to steamroll on. "Or how you'd look every mor-"

Ren cut him off though. Quick as a flash she bolted up, chair scraping viscously against the floor, and began to strut hurriedly towards the exit, head down and shoulders tense. Sirius didn't miss a beat though.

He sprung up, ripped two twenty pound notes from his trouser pocket and threw them down on the table to cover the drinks before marching after the woman, both of them oblivious to the stares from the other patrons of the bar. "Ren," He called as the woman neared the exit, but she ignored him. "REN," He doubled his pace as she disappeared through the door that the footman was holding open for her.

Slipping through the same door Sirius hurried down the steps after her. 'Don't you dare fucking disapparate!' He thought, panicked, but thankfully there were too many Muggles around. It seemed that whatever show was playing at the Savoy Theatre had just finished, so the street was littered with people.

By now Sirius had reached Ren. He sped up just enough in order to overtake her, and by the time they reached the bottom of the steps Sirius all but threw himself in front of her, grabbing hold of her forearms so that she couldn't escape him.

"Let go of me," She seethed through gritted teeth, not looking at him as she struggled to get loose.

"-Or how you'd look every morning when I'd get up for work." Sirius proceeded, puncturing each word, his own teeth clenched painfully. He was staring at her hard enough to burn a hole in the side of her face. "Look at me, Ren," He ordered, giving her a shake. But Ren stubbornly refused and continued to stare off to the left, shaking her head. "Before you'd wake up to see me off-" Sirius found himself continuing. "-The sunlight would fall on your face and your h-hair," He stuttered. "The way it would glow," Ren let out a weak sob, her resolve breaking.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked in a raised, bitter voice, her head finally whipping round to face him. People were starting to stare at them. In all honesty Sirius wasn't sure why he was telling her these things. He just needed her to understand.

"Because I can't forget any of it, Ren!" He shouted back, jolting her again sharply. "Do you not get that?!"

Ren had suddenly stopped struggling in his arms. Her gaze had dropped to the ground, leaving Sirius with a view of her scalp. He didn't release her arms though, not trusting that she wouldn't bolt and run away. Sirius decided to talk to her head instead of waiting for her to look at him again. After all he was sure that she was listening. "I can't forget any of those things Ren." He told her, and Ren's shoulders began to tremble.

"We have to try. Everything's different now." Sirius heard her say, sounding defeated… Seriously? He let out a harsh laugh of disbelief.

"See unlike you Ren I can't do that because those memories are the happiest ones I have!" He all but snarled, wanting her to look up at him. He was daring her to challenge him.

Something had switched in Sirius and he almost wanted to make the woman feel bad. "Unlike you," He continued, his grip shaking her again. "I didn't get to continue living! I spent twelve fucking years locked away, with only those memories, that you want me to forget, to keep me going! I didn't get to move on and have a family-" Sirius spat words at her, not entirely sure what he was even saying, but at the last statement Ren's head snapped up and she gave him a look of pure fury.

"And I did?!" She hissed venomously, giving him an almighty shove which succeeded in dislodging him from her. She didn't bolt like Sirius had assumed she would, oh no. Ren reared up and stalked towards him, a finger pointed dangerously at his face. "You think that I'm what, married? A mother? I fucking wish, Sirius! Funnily enough no one's really keen to settle down with the ex-girlfriend of the mass murdering right hand man of the Dark Lord!"

Ren continued to stalk towards him, rage exuding from every inch of her body, but Sirius stood his ground, jaw clenched and nostrils flaring. "You've just assumed that I was able to just put you and Harry, James, Lily, Remus, all of them out of mind and move on! Well I couldn't! Nearly twenty years later and I'm still as fucked up in the head as I was the day that it happened! I've watched my entire family grow up and have children of their own, and I'm still stuck-" She thumped him on the chest to empathise her point. "-thinking of you every single time I try to move on!"

Sirius suddenly felt himself deflate, all of the anger leaving his body. "It didn't matter that I thought you'd betrayed us all. I hated you but I still couldn't move on. Do you know how fucked up that makes you feel?"

Tears were now falling from Ren's eyes, spilling freely down her cheeks. Her voice was now quiet and shaking. "I didn't get to move on either Sirius. I didn't get a family. I know you were in Azkaban but… My prison was my own fucking head. It's not the same, I- I get that, but-"

However Sirius cut her off, unable to stop himself. He couldn't listen to her for any longer, never having considered she would have been unable to move on from the past. She wasn't married. She wasn't a mother. His heart felt like it was going to split in two. It was wrong that he had assumed Ren would have forgotten the past. But he didn't know how else to express this to her, so Sirius did the first thing that came to mind.

He grabbed hold of Ren once more, pulled her forward and pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss.

It's all bloody happening! Drama drama drama! Hope you enjoyed the chapter, let me know if you did! I'm sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

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