Author's Note: Okay, so a lot of Sirius's letter was inspired by One Tree Hill, and, for the most part, was inspired by Lucas Scott of that TV show. Delilah and Sirius's relationship just reminds me of Lucas and Brooke on the show, and I did it without even noticing. So, yeah, I figured I would throw that out there. And the song is "Hey There Delilah" by Plain White T's. I altered one lyric. Instead of "two more years and you'll be done with school", I made it "one more year and we'll be done with school".

Dear Delilah,

I never knew how much I love you until I lost you. Especially after you left to New York. I at least thought I had more time, more time to come up with something to make you take me back. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Delilah Monroe, and I love you more than you'll ever know and way more then words on a parchment can describe.

When I first saw you as a first year, I was terrified. Here was this very pretty (you weren't gorgeous yet. You were only eleven!) girl, who had all of my most terrifying family members cornered, screaming her little blonde head off. You were the only person I'd ever seen be able to do that, including my mother, who is, by the way, the scariest woman you will never meet.

Then, you were in my house and year, and my best friend developed a huge obsession on your best friend. Your jokes about James were hilarious, and your smile made me really, really happy. During second and third year, though, James stopped bugging Lily as much and became kind of creepy-stalkerish.

I would see you, though, and you were always with a different guy. Even at twelve, you quite the little maneater. If you were here right now, you'd see me smiling at the memory. But if you were here, I wouldn't be writing this letter, now would I?

Anyway, in fourth year, James was back up to bugging Lily, and I had finally realized the way I had with girls. So, while I was chasing skirts, you were breaking just as many hearts as I was, and I didn't really think about it much. I mean, yeah, I still thought you were pretty and occasionally we would have to sit through James and Lily fighting while Remus and Loraina got all quiet and started blushing around each other, but we didn't really interact that much. The same thing happened fifth year, and in sixth. In fifth year, you finally started avoiding all of us Marauders like the plague. By you, I mean you and Loraina, and I totally understood. None of us wanted to listen to Lily and James scream at each other.

When I saw you on the train at the beginning of this year, I definitely saw you first. I don't want you to think that I was automatically drawn to Loraina or anything, because I wasn't. I actually thought you were hotter, but I figured you hated me, and I was secretly happy when you threatened me to stay away from Loraina, because it meant that you noticed me, even if it was in a slightly bad light.

When we started hanging out, something changed. I started noticing little things about you, and I started to really appreciate them. It wasn't until the first Hogsmeade weekend that I realized it, thanks to Loraina. She told me that you had my heart, whether or not I knew it. I finally figured it out, and from then on I was a bit of a mess, especially when Orion entered the picture.

I never really told you how much I hate him. Not only did I have to put up with him as a child, but I was stuck putting up with him through Hogwarts and now this year. But what made me hate him the most was what he did to you. I could see it, every now and then. When you first came back from the Hogsmeade trip, you looked as though you'd been slapped. At the time, I had no idea who had done it, but as soon as Orion came, I knew it must have been him. Then, when you came to practice that day, looking shaken and a bruise was already forming on you, I knew he had done it, and it took all of my self control to not go after him. I knew you didn't want me to, so I didn't.

And when we started fake dating. Wow. Do you have any idea how torturous that was? Every time I hugged you or kissed you and especially when you shoved me against the wall, I liked to pretend, in my head, that it was real. That's how bad I had, and still have, it for you.

At the ball that night, you made me the happiest man on the planet. Even though our friends all had a sucky night, you made mine amazing. And here's the part where I own up to everything that I've done, with my lame-ass excuses and groveling.

Me and Missy starting seeing each other right after the Quidditch game. I saw you flirting with some Hufflepuff that had randomly gotten in, and I got so angry, and she saunters up to me. I didn't see you turn him down, because I left with her before I had the chance. I wish I would have stayed, just that extra second. It's crazy how one second can destroy your life, huh?

So, we started fooling around. The entire time, I felt so guilty. You've got to understand, I'm not proud of it, but I'd done it a lot of times. But I had never felt so guilty, messing around on a girl before. It had never made me feel sick afterward, and when I was with the other girl, the one who wasn't putting out or some stupid shit like that, I never felt like crying and telling her everything.

Remus and James warned me, the day you found out, that you would figure me out, and that I had to tell you. I was going to, but I was way too scared then. I should have. I should have told you the first time. At least I wouldn't have let it go for so long.

Truth is, Delilah, I'm desperately, head over heels in love with you. I never thought I could feel this way. I never have, and it scares me, but I don't want to let it go and regret it. I love the way that you pout when you're irritated, and the way that you bite your lip when you're thinking something that you don't want to say out loud, and you're afraid you might. I love raise one eyebrow when you're trying to be cute, and I especially love how it works. I love how you laugh at my stupid jokes, and I love how you have that smile, that special smile that's just for me. I love how your lip balm tastes and I love how your hair smells. I love how you always smell like cinnamon, and the beach, even though we're nowhere near an ocean. I could keep going on and on like this for at least five feet of parchment, but my hand hurts and I know you're probably already giggling at me anyway. (And, for the record, I love how you giggle, too.)

I've only given one of these totally embarrassing speeches in my life (even if it is on paper. Hell, that makes it worse, because you can now use this as blackmail and have actual evidence!). That's got to count for something. I'm the guy for you, Delilah Monroe, and I'm not giving up. I love you with everything in me, Pretty Girl.

Love,

Sirius

P.S. Tap the lyrics with your wand, twice. The song will play.

Delilah, who was already crying by now, rummaged around for her wand, eagerly placing the tip on the parchment.

Hey there Delilah

What's it like in New York City?

I'm a thousand miles away

But girl, tonight you look so pretty

Yes you do

Times Square can't shine as bright as you

I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah

Don't you worry about the distance

I'm right there if you get lonely

Give this song another listen

Close your eyes

Listen to my voice, it's my disguise

I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

What you do to me

Hey there Delilah

I know times are getting hard

But just believe me, girl

Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar

We'll have it good

We'll have the life we knew we would

My word is good

Hey there Delilah

I've got so much left to say

If every simple song I wrote to you

Would take your breath away

I'd write it all

Even more in love with me you'd fall

We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far

But they've got planes and trains and cars

I'd walk to you if I had no other way

Our friends would all make fun of us

and we'll just laugh along because we know

That none of them have felt this way

Delilah I can promise you

That by the time we get through

The world will never ever be the same

And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah

You be good and don't you miss me

One more year and we'll be done with school

And I'll be making history like I do

You'll know it's all because of you

We can do whatever we want to

Hey there Delilah here's to you

This one's for you

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

What you do to me.

Delilah looked at her calendar. December 23rd was just wrapping up. She threw her hair up into a ponytail, brushed aside her tears, and began to toss everything she could into her trunk. She was getting out of New York City. There was stuff that needed to be done.

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Christmas Eve was finally upon the broken group of friends. Lily had been released from the Hospital Wing that morning and had spent her day with Remus in the Heads' common room, utterly ignoring James and Loraina, while talking pleasantly to Sirius.

Lily hadn't mentioned anything about her time with the Death Eaters, and no one asked. James wanted to know so badly, but he was too scared to even talk to her. He thought about what Sirius said, and realized that he was doing anything but fight for her. So, as he sat there and watched her laugh with Remus, he silently went up to his room, concocting a plan.

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Coming back from the feast, Sirius headed up to the Heads' common room on his own. He couldn't muster up enough energy to even try to pretend like he was happy. It had been two days since he sent the letter; why hadn't she replied? He knew the owl would have been there by now. He closed his eyes after he said the password, stumbling into the warm common room and collapsing onto the couch. He pulled his guitar out from under the coffee table, where he had left it earlier, and began to strum.

Hey there Delilah,

What's it like in New York City,

I'm a thousand miles away,

But girl,

Tonight you look so pretty,

Yes, you do,

Time Square can't shine as bright as you...

"It's even more beautiful live," a sweet voice said from the portrait hole. Sirius clumsily dropped his guitar, the metal strings making a strange noise as the instrument dropped to the ground. He leapt up and turned to the blonde in the doorway, shock on his face.

"Delilah," he croaked.