A/N: I feel like I'm on a roll~! I did a quick outline for the rest of the story. I'm gauging that the last chapter will be Chapter 20. So excited~

Since Christmas is coming up, I probably won't upload anymore chapters until next Saturday.

I hope you all are having a lovely holiday~

Chapter Fifteen

In Which She Feels Uneasy

"Molly, it's already nine o'clock!" Sirius complained.

"She still needs her rest Sirius! That poor girl's been through a lot and all you ever want to do is…well…you know!" Mrs. Weasley retorted, not looking Sirius in the face.

Despite himself, Sirius found that he was blushing at Mrs. Weasley's statement. "I…I don't just want to do…you know..." he spattered before recollecting himself. "I've hardly had a chance to spend some time with her!"

"She's only been back for a night! I swear you're like…a dog in heat or something."

If Sirius wasn't sputtering before, he sure was now. Before he could deny her statement, the girl they were speaking about in question had entered the hall. Her hair was braided into one long braid and she wore a white nightgown that belonged to Ginny. Sirius made way to talk to her, but Mrs. Weasley beat him to the punch. "Arabella, you should rest dear."

"But I feel a lot better, thank you. I wouldn't want to laze around all day," Arabella said sheepishly.

"After all you went through, I think you could rest at least a day or two."

"Nonsense Molly! She's not just skin and bones. Girl's got backbone. She did after all knock out Malfoy with a book," Sirius mused, recalling the highlight of Arabella's little adventure.

Arabella laughed. "I'm glad you think so, Sirius."

Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips. "Well…just don't push yourself or anything."

"I won't Mrs. Weasley."

"Oh and your robes are in the wash. I'll get them to you as soon as I can. After that we'll have to look around for some other clothes for you. If you're staying for a couple of weeks, then you'll need more than a nightgown and a pair of robes."

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley."

"Where did you say you got those robes? They're actually very fine quality…"

"Oh…well…Mr. Malfoy bought them for me…so…"

Mrs. Weasley made an odd squeaking noise. "I guess I can't deny that Mr. Malfoy has a good…sense of style. Actually, the robes remind me of the ones I wore to one of my cousins' weddings, received loads of compliments that day. In fact…"

"Molly," Sirius said through clenched teeth. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

"Honestly Sirius, there's nothing wrong with me wanting to strike up a little conversation. Besides I wasn't going to keep her too long, I was just on my way to kitchen anyways." Mrs. Weasley turned to Arabella again. "We're going to be seeing my husband in the hospital today, and I want to bring him a little something. Lord knows how hospital food can taste sometimes."

"Your husband?" Arabella asked wide eyed. "Is he alright?"

"Arthur will be fine. In fact, I think he'll be due back any day now." All three heads snapped to see Albus Dumbledore standing with them. Arabella couldn't help but stare at the man in wonder. "Miss Roland, it's a pleasure to see you again."

"And you, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Kingsley has informed me that you wished to speak to me."

It then clicked that Mr. Dumbledore was in fact the head of the Order. "Y-yeah…I mean yes! Yes! Umm…" Arabella pulled of the ring on her finger. "This! The fairy queen told me to show this to you, so you'd believe my story!"

Dumbledore took the ring in question and examined it briefly. "This is a very exquisite ring, Miss Roland."

"Yes, the fairy queen gave it to me." She repeated herself. She couldn't really help it. She was nervous.

"Why don't we return to your room and discuss this matter at hand privately?" Dumbledore asked, returning the ring to her. Sirius still looked as though he had something to say, but Dumbledore silenced him swiftly. "I know that you're quite fond of Miss Roland Sirius, and I'm sure you will have more than enough time to catch up with her later today."

Sirius stiffly nodded with a frown on his face.

"Good. Well, after you Miss Roland."

Arabella and Mr. Dumbledore returned to her room. She sat near the head of the bed, while he situated himself at the foot.

"I see no reason to dally, so I'll get straight to the point. Remus has updated me with your story, and although you and Lord Voldemort were not formally introduced, I'm sure you understand that we have certain precautions we must be wary of. We've had some of our people watching your house and your father seems alright, so is your house maid. However, we can't be too sure that Mr. Malfoy will keep quiet about your existence or not. Even if he does, if you were to bump into him by chance again or if he were to someday use your family against you...I hope you realize that we don't have many options to ensure you or your family's safety, Miss Roland."

"I…understand that Mr. Dumbledore."

"I will have Snape do all that he can to keep Mr. Malfoy off your trail; however, I think it might be best for you and your family to leave the country, at least for a while."

Her jaw dropped. "Leave the country? But I have school, my father has work…we can't just drop it all and take off somewhere."

"Actually, we can make it arranged that your father to be transferred from his current position in the company he works for."

"How on Earth could you do that?"

"Us wizards have a way of doing things to influence the muggle world, intentionally or unintentionally." Dumbledore admitted. "You have a decent background in French, correct? I'm sure studying in music in France would be a pleasant experience…"

"Wait! Wait, wait, wait, I'm not sure if I could…"

"Please realize, that if you want to return to your family, you must leave the country to be sure of your safety. Once Voldemort is defeated…"

"Will he? When? He's done so much…" Arabella struggled to find the right word. "…stuff. Isn't he getting more powerful by the…"

"Enough, Miss Roland." Dumbledore pleaded calmly. "I assure you that he will be defeated. He has been before, and this time it will be for good. Until the time of his defeat, your family shall go to France. It won't be for forever. Have we come to an understanding?"

As much as she it pained her to admit it, Dumbledore was correct. Everything he said made sense, and it would only for a while. "Yes sir, I understand."

"Good." Dumbledore was pleased. "Now plans to move your family may take a week or two. We don't want the move to be too abrupt in case Malfoy has someone watching your family…"

"But wouldn't he hurt them or something?" Arabella blurted out.

"We haven't detected anyone else watching your house, so they should be fine. We've even placed protective charms around your home. The move shall take place in a couple weeks just to be sure of your family's safety. Until then, you will stay here."

"Alright, and thank you very much for helping me, Mr. Dumbledore." She thanked him.

Dumbledore allowed her to exit the room first. Outside Sirius was there waiting. "Well?"

"Mr. Dumbledore says that I'll be staying her for a couple weeks, then my family will be moving."

"To where?" Sirius asked.

"Hopefully France." Dumbledore answered. "If that doesn't work out, we might have to send them to America."

"America!?" Sirius nearly shouted. "That's all the way across the Atlantic!"

Dumbledore nodded in understanding. "We don't know how far they'll need to go ensure they're out of Voldemort's radar. On second thought, it might be best to go to America…I'll have to think about this matter a little while longer. Good day to you Miss Roland, Sirius." He said his farewell and proceeded downstairs without them.

Now it was just the two of them in the hall. "Sirius?"

"Yes?"

"…how have you been doing?" Arabella asked, beating herself up the moment the words came out of her mouth. Couldn't she think of something else to say?

"Brilliant," Sirius found himself saying. "Absolutely brilliant, you know, if we ignore the fact that you were kidnapped by Lucius Malfoy, went missing for five months and the fact you're going to move off…somewhere…"

"Dumbledore said it wouldn't be for forever…" she chimed in, feeling rather small. She had never seen Sirius quite upset.

"I guess it doesn't matter anyways," Sirius sighed to himself. "You're alright and…you remember."

Arabella smiled. "Yes, I remember."

"But…"

"I already said that the fairy queen used her magic on me."

Although Sirius knew better, he couldn't help but laugh. "Of course, the fairy queen…"

Arabella smacked him playfully. "Don't laugh. It's true. I'm not lying."

"I know you're not," Sirius said, but his eyes still twinkled with laughter.

"She was nothing like I thought she'd be," Arabella continued. "She was actually quite intimidating."

"I'm sure she was," said Sirius, before adding, "Nothing more scary than fairy wings and sparkly glitter."

Arabella pouted and turned away. "If you were there, you would agree with me."

Sirius laughed. "Well, I congratulate you for your bravery. Shall we call a toast in your name? To Arabella: the girl who bravely faced the Queen of Faeries." He teased.

"Now I'm starting to wonder why I even came back at all…"

"Surely you don't mean that love," Sirius whispered, his voice suddenly dropping several octaves. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her in close. His lips lightly brushed hers, a feathery touch so light Arabella held her breath. She realized he was waiting for her.

"Sirius…"

"Shh…"He moved in, silencing her, his chapped lips moving against her soft ones.

Their kiss was like a breath of life.

When they broke apart, Arabella rested her head against Sirius' shoulder. "You know, before my memory was restored, I was quite upset. I wanted nothing more than to leave all this behind me, but after my memory restored I remembered you and…" She couldn't help but smile faintly as she said this. "I feel like I couldn't be happier…happy, but sad at the same time. It's a strange feeling. I've only just remembered you and now…now I'll have to leave again. Do you think my memory will be erased again?"

"I don't know," Sirius said truthfully.

"I hope not," She said, holding onto him tighter. "I've been thinking lately…I didn't say anything to Mr. Dumbledore, because I didn't know what he'd say about it…but…never mind."

"What is it?" Sirius asked.

"Never mind, it's silly," She said, burying her face in his chest.

"Arabella, it can't be anymore silly than a fairy queen…"

"Sirius! I'm…serious…"

Sirius was laughing again. "Only teasing, love. Only teasing. Oh, and I love your little play on words by the way."

"I didn't really mean to do that," Arabella mumbled, before taking in a deep breath. "I was just wondering…well, wishing really, that I could stay with you here."

"Stay with me?"

"Yes. You can't leave the house right? I was thinking I could live with you here, until the war was over…"

Sirius frowned. "That might not be for a while…"

"I know that I'm being silly, but maybe if…" She started, but Sirius cut her off. "I'm happy that you're here…but staying trapped up in this house isn't good."

"But I'm safe here aren't I? Mrs. Weasley has mentioned that this place was well protected." She reminded him. "And Mr. Dumbledore said that my family seems to be doing fine. They're sad that I'm gone, but they're still alive and well, you know?"

"Yes but…" Of course, Sirius was glad to have more company, but who wanted to be shut in all day long day after day for who knows how long?

"I just…I don't know. I know I should go back to my family, but…I'm afraid I won't ever see you again."

Sirius sighed, but smiled down at her. "But we're the ones hiding your family. When it's all over, I'll find you again."

"But…what if you…I know you don't go outside and this place is protected…but what if you died?"

Honestly Sirius wasn't sure what to say to that. Sure he wasn't allowed to leave the house for now, but what about in the future? And although the chances of Grimmauld Place being attacked were slim, he couldn't deny the possibility.

"I'm sorry," Arabella apologized. "I'm being silly." She made way to pull away, but Sirius kept her close and kissed her on her forehead. He then smoothed some of her hair behind her ear. "You don't need to apologize, and you don't have to worry. Everything will turn out for the best. Just gotta keep your head up, right?

Arabella was practically beaming and tip-toed to kiss him again; however, an "Oh" broke them apart. Sirius and Arabella separated and saw that Harry had entered the hall.

"Harry…" Sirius croaked out.

"Mrs. Weasley told me to let you know that we're leaving to visit Mr. Weasley now." He turned around to leave.

Sirius tried to call for Harry, but he couldn't find his voice. Arabella noticed the sudden uneasiness in the room. "I-I'm sorry Sirius," She apologized, even though she wasn't even sure what she was apologizing for.

"No don't be," He shook his head. "Listen, just listen…Harry he's my…well he's more like my…?"

She paled. "Is he your son?"

"No! No, no, no, he's my godson, but his parents are dead so…" His voice trailed off, not sure how else to explain. "He's only about a few years younger than you are actually. How old are you again?"

"I'm eighteen."

He groaned. "I'm old enough to be your father…a rather young father but still…"

"But I don't mind at all." She said quickly, grabbing at his arm. "I don't mind at all. Age…it doesn't really matter…."

He cut her off. "You were only just born when I turned eighteen. Before I…but now I…" Sirius felt like he was going in circles. It was strange. A few moments ago he was so happy and so sure, but now…after seeing Harry's face. He forced his eyes shut, to collect his thoughts, before opening them again. "You're so beautiful. You're so young. This…this was a mistake." He said firmly.

Arabella couldn't see past his eyes; they held a blank, stony expression. Her grip on his arm loosened and her hand fell to her side. "A mistake?"

When he saw the broken look on her face, he immediately tried to reword his thoughts. "No, not a mistake it's just…I don't know. I don't know Arabella. I'm sorry. I…"This was proving to be too much for Sirius to try and explain, especially since he himself couldn't understand his feelings as well.