Author's note: Please be aware that I own ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, everything, except my character(s) I place in here, belongs to the wonderful Lady J.K. Rowling. This is a Sirius Black/OC Fanfiction, or at least it will get to that point. I do have terrible spelling sometimes, but I do my best. However, if I misspell something that I have not caught I do appreciate having a correction mentioned. But I love reading Fanfiction's from here, and I hope I can bring others the same joys they have brought me, I figured it was time I give it a shot.
This WAS, my FIRST Fanfiction that I had the courage enough to put up for all to read. I started small and did my best to update as soon, and as much, as I could. I know tend to forget things so try to have some patience, even though I sometimes fail at having some myself. *cough, cough*Please Enjoy the story, for the pages have yet to turn for new, or returning, readers of journeys untold. Also, please be aware that this story is 100% mine. This is a work of mine that I did under a different account of fanfiction under the username Nattie8516 and now shares the same username under this Fanfiction site as well. So rest assured, I am the same person and same owner of this work and other's I shall be posting on this new site as well.
Chapter 10
James winced as Emma placed the ointment on his wounds, "The were-wolf got you good, didn't he?" she asked, her brow scrunched in sympathy and a look of apology as she applied it to his wound, "Sorry."
"No, no... It's fine, just stings is all."
"Yeah, I know Sirius is going to have fun with his wounds. Hopefully, no one has to sit on him to get the ointment on him. But if it's an event that must occur, I vote you James." Emma teased them playfully.
The statement and image they were graced with had left James and Peter laughing at Sirius's expense as he huffed with playful pride, "I'm just fine, Fox. It's you who's next, those cuts can get infected fast."
'We should have treated you before you even moved onto any one of us.' Sirius looked at her, grey eyes full of regret. His eyes lingered on the red, angry, slashes running down at an angel from her right collar bone over top her chest. The way the fabric of her dress sat against her skin Sirius would have thought it would have bothered her. He took in the blood that was caked to her still set ill with him. She hadn't even thought of herself, she had instantly rushed to Remus's side, then proceeded to care for them. Sirius couldn't help but feel a sting of regret, and anger at himself. They were supposed to take care of her, not the other way around.
Emma's heart had fluttered a bit when she felt his eyes on her, yet when she looked at him she found self-hatred, longing and regret as his eyes moved along her form, only to rest on the claw marks along her chest, the majority coved by the fabric. She hated that look on him, it broke her heart when he did that to himself, but his words rang clearly through his mind and into hers' as he thought of his failure to protect her. Something he had sworn to himself that he'd do his best to do, yet there she sat, wounded and bleeding and caring for them. The cause of her injuries that would likely leave scars, again. "Sirius, there's nothing wrong with someone taking a turn to care for you." She remarked with a soft tone, looking over her shoulder at him.
It was the first time in a while she had spoken so softly to him, but the soft look she was eyeing him with had stilled his beating heart with awe. Emma smiled at him, a smile he missed terribly. The girl's he was constantly with were failing to distract him, failing to let him move forward from ever thinking of being with her in the future. He couldn't, wouldn't, do anything until they were both out of Hogwarts. But not during school, at least until she was in her last year, preferably until she graduated. His mind cleared as her words began to register to him, she'd responded to what he'd thought, or what he had thought he thought, "Sorry, did I say that out loud?"
James, Peter and Emma giggled at him, "No, Severus calls it Legilimens, I think. Something about being able to read another's' mind? I don't do it intentionally, I swear. It just... happens sometimes, my parents don't care for it, but they are trying to get used to it, but Petunia hates it. He's teaching me over the summer to help me control it and shield myself. It actually just recently developed, Sev said it was uncommon for that kind of technique to develop this late in a person's life. However, he also told me that it could have been present somewhere deep inside me and my two attacks could have woken it up with a fury. It's annoying in my opinion. Truthfully though, it was the look in your eyes that said it all. My ability isn't that strong, it's rather weak, but still noticeable." she admitted.
Shocked beyond all recollection to truly comprehend what she was currently saying to them, the three boys couldn't help but stare at her.
"You're a Legilimens?" James asked with bewilderment and a smile that crept onto his face.
Sirius was void of words at the moment, too shocked as his mind ran around himself.
"That's what Severus said. Why do you look so shocked?" Emma asked with slight confusion looking between them.
Curious and clearly bewildered, James smiled and took the time to actually look at her like she was a rare creature in the brink of extinction and living in a Zoo for protection, "Because, I've never heard of a, pardon me for saying, muggle born having such a talent, I'm amazed truthfully." James wasn't lying, he was shocked, but mostly amazed that Emma had a legilimency talent, no matter how 'weak' she claimed her ability was. She and Lily were already so talented, James wasn't sure why he was shocked.
Emma smiled sweetly at him, "No offence taken, Jamie... All done, Peter, your turn. Come here and let me take a look at you."
"Oh- no, I'm fine Emma-"
"No arguing Wormtail, I saw you limping." And that was the end of it.
Peter had sat in front of her as she applied the ointment then proceeded to check his ankle, knee and hip, "Just bruising, but we'll go ahead and wrap your ankle since it's the main focus of the pain. Keep off it until we have to head back to the castle." She instructed as she wrapped his ankle with care.
Turning her attention to Sirius after grabbing a third jar of the ointment, she shouldn't have been stunned when it had been swiftly swiped from her gentle hold.
"No, your wounds first." Sirius said with a shake of his head. His voice was soft, nearly a whisper as their eyes connected. They both knew something was there, but still had the same thought at the back of their minds. The others were still there, watching them with close eyes, it wouldn't be appropriate.
"O-okay,"
"I got it, just let me help you first. You looked after us, let us return the act."
"Technically, I only looked after three of you boys, but I know there's no point in arguing with you." Emma clarified with a soft grin as they laughed at her observation. She was right, there was no point in arguing with him on this subject.
Sirius proceeded to clean up the blood from her skin, taking his slow time. He'd held his breath when he moved the right band of her dress to clean the whole wound. Sirius's mouth had gone dry, nearly swallowing his tongue as Emma blushed and sucked in a slightly hitched breath at the contact, neither ones' eyes left the other as he went about cleaning the bleeding claw marks.
Emma's breath caught in her chest, her heart pounded. He was certainly taking his time as he cleaned the clawed wounds the were-wolf had given her.
James couldn't help the wide smile that crossed his face as he watched the two interact, 'Please tell her you love her already, Sirius, you're killin' me!'
"I think this would work better if we weren't sitting on the floor." Sirius said softly, swallowing a bit of the saliva in his mouth to attempt to clear his throat of the dryness.
Nodding in understanding, Emma sat on the edge of the bed where Sirius continued working.
Feeling it was best he and Peter leave, James helped his friend up and out of the room containing Emma, Remus and Sirius and moved them to a different room down the hall. "Prongs, what if Lily and the other girls wake up and panic when they find Fox missing?" Peter asked in worry, he honestly hadn't thought about it until now, and he began to panic a little.
"Don't worry, we don't have any classes in the morning. That, and I left a small letter for Lily, it'll be delivered in the morning with the other mail." James said, letting Peter take a calming breath and relaxed.
"It's a good thing we don't have classes tomorrow, I think we're all going to need the sleep." Peter yawned laying out on the sofa, he was asleep in seconds, leaving James awake and grinning, "Yeah, lucky indeed." He said with a soft sigh. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep for some well needed rest.
Sirius's eyes only briefly left Emma's once in a fair moment to look at the wound to be sure he was cleaning it. Once he was applying the ointment Emma had forced herself to take a breath and fixed the strap of her robe. "Stomach,"
Dumbstruck, Emma looked at him, a look of worry and confusion at what Sirius had just said, "I-I-I'm sorry, what?"
Lightly chuckled at her reaction, "Your stomach… Emma, I saw the were-wolf latch onto your stomach when he had you pinned. I need to check it."
Emma's mind swirled with the question as to how she was going to let him check the wounds along her stomach without him seeing the rest of her upper body? The question left Emma unable to contain her deepening blush.
At seeing her distress Sirius grinned and handed her a pillow, "Use this to cover up your chest." His voice was soft as always, yet he held a hint of a husky-ness as his eyes sparkled with desire and awe as he look into her deep, emerald eyes, 'Beautiful,'
Knowing she couldn't get out of it, Emma took a breath as she placed the pillow over her chest and slipped the straps off her shoulders, allowing the robe to glide down her sides and rest around her waist.
Sirius would have lost his tongue had he not seen the blood covering the deep teeth marks on her stomach. Swallowing his tongue back into place, Sirius nodded gently, "Go ahead and lay back."
Her shock was clear as the moon light, her heart skipped a few beats and she thought she was going to possibly faint, "Excuse me."
Sirius hadn't realized that what he'd said had sounded the opposite of what he'd actually meant, leading Sirius to lightly chuckle, "Emma? If I can't see your wounds in the only decent lighting that we have in here, then I may not be able to see how bad it is for me to address it. So please, lay back and let me try to help you. I won't do anything inappropriate, promise." He said grinning, raising his right hand in a silent form of an oath.
Taking in a deep breath, Emma blushed from her continued embarrassment she was creating for her-self, "O-oh, r-right... Sorry."
Sirius bit back his smile as she laid back slowly, a bit uneasy and tense as her blush brightened, that smile was whipped away the moment his eyes landed upon the teeth marks. They'd likely scar.
Her blood had dried across her stomach and he'd hope he would be able to help prevent infection, if it already hadn't set in.
Cleaning the wound, he hadn't taken notice of her holding her breath as the cleaning cloth in his hand gently cleaned against her stomach, his knuckles softly brushing the smooth, warm skin and watched with a ticking grin as goose bumps erupted over her flat stomach and over the rest of her body. He hadn't truly noticed he's actions had set her skin a flame. His mind had gone from intentional teasing to anger as he focused on the deep puncture holes from the wolf's jaws. His eyes burned with anger. For that he wished he'd tore them to shreds.
"Are you two goin' to kiss one anothe' or 're you jus' goin' to continue starin' at one another li'e your both in pain? 'ome on, Sirius, you're makin' me hurt... And that's a feat in its'lf, mate..." Remus gently rasped. He'd been awake the entire time the two had been staring at one another like two starry-eyed, sunset, lovers.
Emma sat up right swiftly, a gasp nearly leaving her as she quickly went about fixing the robe-dress around her body, the pillow still closely held to her chest as she did so.
She was about to move from the bed when Remus had held out his hand for her, stopping her in her movements, " E- Emma, don't leave... Please... I need to speak 'ith 'ou." He was tired, exhausted and was more like it really, he could barely keep his eyes open.
She shifted her body to look at him, trying to see if anything was wrong or painful for him, "Of course Remus, but you need to sleep." Her words were soft, almost motherly.
Sirius leaned closer to them, hoping his friend was alright, "You alright there, Moony?" He asked concerned and worry.
Remus couldn't help the smile that came, they were so perfect for one another, 'Why can't they see that their perfect?' He saw the way they watched over him, like a pair of parents at their sick child's bedside. "You two... Are such a perfect fit. How is it you don't see?... 'Irius, set it in stone before you lose." He grunted painfully, his injuries taking their roots. "I don't wan' to do thi-this again... tomorrow ni-ight... Sirius, don't make me-"
'Oh yes, he's exhausted,'
The pain from the first night of the transformation then being attacked and nearly torn to pieces was taking its toll on him on a very high level.
Sirius moved over to the bedside and cast a spell into one of their clean glasses they'd left there for their use, filling it with cold water and handed it to him, helping Remus drink the cold liquid in small sips. "Sleep Remus... You won't be alone in this... Not ever."
Emma smiled gently as she watched the two, watching Remus falling asleep almost instantly after taking his sips of water.
Emma watched with saddening awe, her eyes sparkling with longing futures that she felt would likely never happen, 'He'd be a good father,' Snapping her mind far from that sudden thought, she was far too young to be thinking something like that! She took in a deep, calming breath to clear her clouding mind. She looked back to the now sleeping Remus, his chest gently inhaling and exhaling as he dreamed, hopefully calm and pleasant dreams, "That was sweet, Sirius."
"It was the truth. He won't... I don't know where I'd be if it weren't for him and James." Sirius spoke, his voice at a light whisper as nightmarish daydreams ran through his mind of what could have been.
Shrugging, Emma sighed softly, and she'd spoken without thinking. "Probably where Severus is now..." She said. She wasn't trying to bring back her second year, but had they not been bullies to Severus Snape in the first place, he may not have been the way he was today, nor would he have likely found himself surrounded in the dangerous gathering he was currently involved with.
Sirius sighed with slight annoyance. But he understood where she was coming from regarding the situation, though she was not understanding, or making it clear that she understood, that no one was perfect. However, Sirius felt she just wasn't able to leave the event where it was. In the past. Looking at her, Sirius sighed calmly, trying to reduce his annoyance. "Emma, he's involved in the dark arts. The shit my family is involved with... James and I just got off on the wrong foot with him when we met him, and it's something we can never take back-"
Trying to see where he was explaining this, Emma sighed, regretting even saying anything in the first place. But it was started and there was no taking it back, she may as well finish this. "Look, I want to understand that, believe me, but I don't. You could have turned around and befriended him after the fact and apologized. As you've always said Sirius, your family mixes with the dark arts and other dark things that he had gotten involved in... Did it ever occur to you that just because he was placed in Slytherin that you and the others really couldn't have been there for him?" She said with a sad sigh as she watched him.
Their tones were light as whispers, yet the moment the words left her lips, Sirius turned a dark scowl on her, "Are you accusing us of being responsible for his actions involving the dark arts?"
Though her face remained impassive Emma shook her head with irritation, knowing her words had not only been taken in such a way but had come out in the accusing manner as well. "No, I'm only saying that maybe some of it could have been prevented, had more than one person befriended him and try to show him what it could have been like to have amazing friends like you and the others. Friends that are loyal, protective. You always say that James was your salvation, so why was Severus not worth being saved when you saw the dark arts books in his possession the moment you met him?"
Sirius's anger left him quickly. The thought festered in his mind at her words, and he hated that she was right. What was the difference between him and Severus Snape? Besides houses and blood-statues? Both had been harmed and bullied. Where Sirius had refused them then removed from his family, he had another place to go. James Potter. Sirius always had the Potter's. However, Severus had probably been bullied first for his blood statues with nowhere and no one to turn to only to be befriended by the very people who'd hurt him knowing he'd feel indebted to them and be able to use his anger against others for their own purpose to do their dirty work. So, where was the difference in the beginning?
Sighing, Sirius looked back at her, his grey eyes said and full of shame, "We were kids, Emma. We all made our choices and Snape made his when he joined in with them... You don't see it yet, but there is something dark and very dangerous coming. And whether you like it or not, you, all of us, are being pulled into it. Snape is on the other side, where we are standing side by side with Dumbledore and what's right... Snape is probably too scared to defy them. They do things, terrible things, to those who betray them and their pathetic excuse of a cause. Whatever you do, watch yourselves. We won't be here to protect you and Gabby when we graduate. All you'll have is Klay, and that'll only last for one more year... Please, promise me, if anything happens that makes you three feel like your lives are in danger promise me that you'll send us news so we can try to help you."
Emma was shocked, how had this gone from comforting Remus, to her questioning his and the other's reasons behind their cruel actions towards Severus, to him begging her to keep safe and warning her against the danger that was coming? She knew something dark was coming, but why was he warning her so fiercely? Not knowing what else to say Emma simply nodded as she searched his grey eyes. Eyes that were filled with fear.
Not realizing what he was doing, Sirius had grabbed her face and kissed her deeply. Her lips were warm, soft against his. His body lit with heat at their contact. Leaning in deeper to her, Sirius took a breath as he continued to claim her sweet lips. Their kiss was becoming more and more vigorous as he leaned her back into the mattress and climbed over her. He was filled with excitement as Emma responded with burning heat.
Grabbing ahold of his opened shirt with one hand and held the back of his neck with the other, pulling him in, closer to her body as she rested back into the old mattress, her legs slips around his waist and planted her feet up against the bed, leaving her opened for Sirius to rest between her legs.
Suddenly realizing they were in the Shrieking Shack with Remus quite literally right beside them, Sirius's eyes snapped open and pulled back from their kiss, dying inside as he moved off of her reclined body. Taking a deep breath, he let a heavy breath leave him, trying to collect himself before helping her off the bed and fixed the robe-dress and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, "We'll sleep in here, you and Moony can have the bed, I'll take the couch. Good night Fox,"
Breathing heavy breaths of her own to recollect herself, Emma nodded and ran a hand through her tousled hair, "Right… Good night, Sirius." She hadn't realized that in ending their… Heated moment then heading off to bed, that they never had the chance to check over his wounds. The thought had woken her after they had all fallen asleep. Moving from the bed, Emma quietly approached a soundly sleeping Sirius and went about cleaning his wounds that she had been able to get to without waking him and applied the ointments where she could. When finished, Emma pulled a blanket over him to keep him warm and kissed his brow before heading back off to sleep herself.