Author's Note: I realized that Pettigrew's not in this story, and I did do it on purpose. I know he was their friend, but if I put him in here, all he's gonna do is sit there like a lump anyway. So I'm pretending like he didn't exist. I promise you. I'm not entirely sure how Orion ended up in this story at all, and I decided immediately after writing him that I didn't want him in the story. So, I am writing him out already. I know that that is a little bit rushed, but I don't want him to be in this at all anymore. Not only is he going to be a huge problem to Delilah, but also to Delilah and Sirius's developing relationship. So, here it goes: Chapter Seven. Or is it Eight?
Delilah sat at her desk, twirling a black quill in her hands slowly. It's tip was covered in cobalt blue ink and it was poised above a blank piece of parchment. Slowly and painstakingly, Delilah wrote two words. Dear Orion. She wasn't entirely sure what to say. No, that wasn't true. She wasn't positive how she wanted to say it. She wanted to tell him that she was done, that he was an abusing bastard, that she could do better than him, and that she didn't love him. She wanted to tell him that she didn't need him, and that she was falling dizzily for his cousin. But that was the least thing she could do. She finally settled upon a different version of what she wanted to say, and only said what she needed to say.
Dear Orion,
As much as it upsets me to say this, we must end our relationship. The hiding and the sneaking around is too much. Our relationship is nothing but a security blanket built off of lies, insecurity, and abuse. Our four year age different could have something to do with this. You are twenty, and I am sixteen. We were doomed from the start. I am terribly sorry to end it like this, but I realized yesterday afternoon after our meeting that this must end. Goodbye, Orion.
Sincerely,
Delilah Monroe
She attached the letter to Remus's owl, which he was letting her borrow, and closed her eyes as she left the window open. Placing her hands on the windowsill, she smiled slightly as the crisp autumn wind sent her golden locks flying around her pale face, rejoicing in the cool breeze. She was finally free of him.
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Loraina loved the fall. The colors, the fallen leaves, the weather; it was her absolute favorite season. On Sunday, October the First, Loraina decided to take a walk outside. She put on her favorite dark blue sweater and a white scarf, with its matching hat and gloves. Tucking her jeans into a pair of black Ugg boots, she wandered onto the grounds with a serene smile on her face.
The wind blew the leave up around her feet as she strolled and she twirled around with a small giggle, her arms outstretched. She didn't notice the blonde boy, up in a willow tree, watching her with a bemused smile. Loraina giggled again as the leaves blew up and brushed up against her legs. The smallest of smiles lit up her face as she looked up to the sky.
"Hi, Mum," she spoke to the sky. Remus, from his perch in the tree, almost drew back in shock. "I miss you. I miss you so much. Since you left, Dad's been even worse then usual. I think for the first time he feels remorse. I know you would want me to love him, because he's my father, but I just can't. I tried, but I just can't love him. I loved you, I do love you, so, so much. I wish you were here. Delilah got back with that terrible Orion Black. She misses you too, I can tell. You were the mother she wishes she had. Lily finally stopped loathing James. I'm sure you're happy about that. You always said she would fall for him in the end. We all loved you. You were our only other best friend, for the past six years. We've been hanging out with the Marauders, and we're all really close now. I'm glad, though. I miss you, Mum. I hope you're happy, wherever you are."
With that, she turned and walked slowly back to the castle, no rush to her steps, and no tears shed. She just walked, that same little smile turning the corners of her mouth upward.
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Sirius walked to the Room of Requirement, eager to get his hands back on his instruments. He hadn't gotten much of a chance to write anything new, even though he had so much to write about. When he paced three times and entered the familiar room full of instruments, papers, and muggle pencils (he preferred them to quills), he sighed in contentment.
Sitting down with his favorite black guitar, the one that had the lion on it in silver, he strummed away, beginning to sing with no real direction to the words.
Hello
I've waited here for you
Everlong
Tonight
I throw myself into
And out of the red, out of her head she sang
Come down
And waste away with me
Down with me
Slow how
You wanted it to be
I'm over my head, out of her head she sang
And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when.
He didn't realize the blonde girl standing in the doorway, a gorgeous smile lighting up her face. He continued to sing and play, not realizing the girl in mind was right behind him. When he stopped, she knocked lightly on the doorframe with her knuckles. He jumped in surprise, and his cheeks turned faintly pink.
"Is Sirius Black blushing?" she gasped mockingly.
"No," he splutted. "I'm just wondering why you're stalking me."
She ignored his last comment. "That was beautiful."
"I don't really know what I sang, to be honest. It just kind of...came out."
"Well, it was great," she reassured him, stepping into the room. "This is a great set up you've got here. We should play together sometime."
"What better time then now?" Sirius asked with a raised eyebrow. He closed his eyes and her guitar appeared in his hand. She grinned and grabbed it out of his hands, sitting on the big black leather cushion on the ground.
"What song?" she asked, her fingers already eagerly moving on the metal strings.
"Whatever you want," he shrugged. "Actually, since you've heard me sing and play something I wrote, I want to hear something you wrote."
"I thought you said we'd play together," Delilah pouted.
"After."
"Fine," she humphed. "Okay. This one is called Monster."
His little whispers.
Love Me. Love Me.
That's all I ask for.
Love Me. Love Me.
He battered his tiny fists to feel something.
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something.
Monster.
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here.
Looking through the window...
That night he caged her.
Bruised and broke her.
He struggled closer.
Then he stole her.
Violet wrists and then her ankles.
Silent Pain.
Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams.
Monster.
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here.
Looking through the windows.
I will.
Hear their voices.
I'm a glass child.
I am Hannah's regrets.
Monster.
How should I feel?
Turn the sheets down.
Murder ears with pillow lace.
There's bath tubs.
Full of glow flies.
Bathe in kerosene.
Their words tattoed in his veins.
She finished slightly out of breath. That song was definitely a sensitive subject today, written about the one and only Orion Black. She couldn't exactly tell the curious Sirius that, though, and simply she said she based it off of a story she read.
"It was about this girl whose boyfriend abused her, physically, verbally, sexually...everything. I just kind of wrote it about that," Delilah lied, hoping he would buy it. He did, and he nodded.
"It's an amazing song, Delilah," he said softly. She smiled at him lopsidedly.
"What should we play together?"
"Have you heard the song Broken before?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah. That's perfect. It's a duet, right?" Delilah replied. When he nodded, she smiled. "Let's do it, then."
They each began strumming at their guitars, exchanging a small smile.
Author's Note: Italics will be Delilah, Bold will be Sirius. Both is both of them.
I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore
The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
"Damn," Sirius said laughingly when they finished. "We're amazing."
"That we are," Delilah giggled. "Should we head back now?"
"Yeah, I guess," Sirius said, helping her up off the ground. "We should do this more often."
"Yeah, we should," Delilah smiled gently, taking his hand for a moment and giving it a small squeeze. She giggled suddenly, and poked him rather forcefully. "Tag! You're it!"
Sirius stood for a moment in shock before he shook his head and shot after her. "Get back here!"
Author's Note: Okay, so I know there was no Lily and James in this chapter. I didn't realize that until the end of it. Also, I apologize for the pure fluff with Sirius and Delilah, but I need everyone to develop a deeper friendship then I originally had. So, please bear with me through the next couple of chapters that will be probably be full of getting-to-love-you fluff. Also, I'm excited to develop on the mystery of Loraina's mom.
