DISCLAIMER: I am Canadian/American, I have never been to England, and I am not 45. So yeah, I'm totally JK Rowling.
I wish.
If I were JK Rowling, the book would not be published.
I doubt it would get past 2.
Synopsis:
Tom Marvolo Riddle is a troubled boy, some say. He was brought up along with his sister, Tabatha, by his 'uncle' Sirius Black, and his wife, Hestia, after his father killed his mother. It is a dark time for the wizarding world, as a man only known as Perth is stalking pure-bloods, along with his group of "Vindicators". Upon reaching Hogwarts, he meets two boys, Harry Potter, and Draco Malfoy. Little does he know that the very prophecy that started the war will end it. But the three boys are in more harm than they are aware.
PLEASE SEE END FOR AUTHOR'S NOTE!
This is in First Person POV (Sirius)
Chapter 5: In Which Sirius Finds Love (Or Realizes It… You Don't Have To Get Technical…Jeez)
I watched through the small window in the door, my eyes focused on one person. Him. He looked good, well, as good as a werewolf can, and would often smile as he joked with the patients and other healers. I couldn't bring myself to knock; that would make me intrude on something that was happy, and cheerful for him.
At least, that's what I thought until I saw his eyes. Now, all werewolves have a ring of gold to their eyes- not many know this outside of the werewolf community. When…that time of month came, the color would spread across the eyes, giving reason to the name 'gold-eyed-beasts'. Remus's eyes, for the most part, were the grey he was born with, but still, around the pupil, was the tell tale gold. Remy's eyes sparkled, but that sparkle was muted. Something seemed far away, out of reach to him, and he felt it. It weighted heavily on his shoulders, causing the slightest slouch to his large figure, bowing his head a tad.
Remus was a large man- just under 2 meter and 13 stone. He seemed smaller to me. Something was pulling him down. And then he looked up, and met my eyes. I stepped back at the surprise- and joy- that shone through. What was he happy about? Suddenly, I was jealous and defensive- protective even. I wanted to be the person who made him happy, no one else.
Remus grew taller as he walked to the door of the ward, throwing excuses and pardons back at his colleagues. I tucked my hands into my pockets. Had I thought of what to say? No. Not a word filled my mind as I thought about Remus, just thoughts of the amazing man coming towards me. Remus: Beautiful, kind, gentle, sweet, caring, smart, clever; I could go on and on. As he walked through the door, I grinned.
"Padfoot." He greeted me warmly. "How are you?"
"Been better. Good to see you, Moony." I said, reaching for a hug.
Remus moved a tad too quickly for a simple greeting clasp. His long arms wrapped around me, and I wanted to melt into them. But I couldn't. That would be wrong, and break the silent barrier between us. I believe we held on to each other and much too tightly than if I was hugging Lily or Dumbledore. Not that I hug Dumbledore that often. We released each other much too soon. Turning to walk down the hall, Remus wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
"What's up, Shorty?" He asked, ruffling my hair.
"I'm not that short. Then again, anyone compared to you is short." I complained. With a deep breath, I attempted to tell him. "Remy-" I broke off, not knowing how to start. "Remy, I'm getting divorced." The words were blunt, and brutal. And when I said the 'd' word to Remus, it became clear. I wasn't going to be married to Hestia anymore. I could do what I wanted, with whomever. Too bad the guy I wanted most would likely reject me when I tried to have him. I took the following silence as a chance to examine the floor.
The taller man unfroze and loosed his arm from my shoulders. "What? What happened, Siri?" He turned to me, and slipped a hand under my chin to lift my brown eyes to his.
"Hestia made me see what I really need." I said, resolutely meeting his eyes. They seemed hopeful, wanting- needing.
"Which is?" He prodded. I couldn't think about what I was about to do, because if I did, I wouldn't be able.
"You." And with that completely cliqued line, I reached a hand around his head and met his lips with my own.
At first, he didn't respond. I waited, breath baited, for him to push me away, to move.
What was completely unexpected was for him to reach around my waist and pull me in closer. Remus cradled me in his arms, holding me like I was the last man on earth. I didn't expect the tongue brushing against my lower lip, but eagerly opened my mouth for it. These actions felt right somehow, better than kissing Hestia.
We broke apart, gasping for air.
"Did that really happen?" Remy whispering, as he pressed our foreheads together, cradling my head in his hands.
I nod against him, grasping for words. "I'm so sorry, Remus. Why didn't I see that earlier? Why couldn't I see that I loved you?"
"You know what this means?" He said, kissing me on the nose.
"Uh-uh." I moaned at his touch, tilting back to kiss him again.
"We have a lot of time to make up for." Remus took my hand and led me down the hall.
The girl stared at her brother. "Grandma, when is he going to wake up?"
Dorthea smiled at the girl. "So now I'm your grandmother?"
Tabby turned her and rolled her eyes. "Duh. Daddy said that you're his mommy or close enough so doesn't that make you my grandma?" She blinked at her with wide brown eyes, and flashed her a gaped tooth grin.
Dorthea laughed gently, the sound of her laughter hanging in the air like the snowflakes falling outside the window. "Of course. You're a smart one."
The girl nodded, and returned to her coloring. Dorthea had given her a coloring book of magical creatures, figuring that the child needed to know about her new world. "Grandma, you didn't answer my question. Oh, and what's the thingy that looks like a kitty but isn't and is really ugly?"
"One, your brother might wake up today-"
"When?"
Dorthea shook her head and smiled. "When he needs to. And the cat that is not a cat is a kneazle."
Tabby stuck her tongue out at the picture. "It's really ugly."
Harry poked his head in the door. "What's really ugly, Tabby?"
Tabby held up the picture. "I don't like cats. I would much rather have a puppy. A little one with brown spots."
Harry frowned behind his large glasses. "That's silly. You are a kitty. Tabbies are kitties."
"No, I'm not. I am Tabatha Vulpecula Riddle. I am a little girl. Mommy always called me her little fox, 'cause I'm named for one."
The boy wrinkled his nose. "You don't look like a fox." And changing topics like only a 9 year old could, he said, "Wanna play tag?"
"You're it!" shrieked Tabby, throwing the crayons and book to the floor, her feet tapping on the ground as she raced out the door.
Dorthea smiled knowingly as she bent to pick up the crayons. She knew what Tabby would be getting for Christmas.
The children raced down the hall, Tabby quite a bit in front of Harry. "Tabby, it isn't fair! Wait up!" the older boy shrieked, his hands pumping fast. Tabby turned to laugh over her shoulder at him, and ran into a pair of legs. The girl sat down with a bump.
"We're sorry, mister," Harry said, his head bowed bashfully. The girl nodded franticly in agreement with Harry, scrambling to her feet and scurrying behind the boy to hide.
"Um, Tabby?" I said, my voice rising into a question.
The girl peeked out. "Daddy!" She squealed, throwing herself at my ankles. I smiled and picked her up, kissing her forehead.
"Tabby, I want you to meet someone." I turned my head and smiled wider at Remus. "This is Remus Lupin. He's a….um…" I scrambled for a word to describe Remus. Friend didn't even cut it anymore.
"Very, very close friend," Remus interjected, saving me. "It's nice to meet you, Tabby." He held out his hand to her. I held my breath, knowing that Remus was the same size as Tom Riddle Sr. and hoped the resemblance wouldn't frighten her.
Tabby stared at the hand for a long moment, before turning to me and whispering, "Why is he holding out his hand? What does he want me to do?"
Remus and I both laughed heartily.
Thank you for reading. And for being patient.
Thanks to reviewers Madd Girl (SECOND ONE! YOU ROCK!) and Tschaui. You're amazing.
Yes, this was in first person. I thought it appropriate.
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Dawnie