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"The greatest power that a human possesses is the power of pure love."
-Debasish Mridha.
For Elizabeth Gilmore, the last five days had been a lonely five.
Her little sister despised her, Lily was consumed by healer training, her parents were dead, her grandmother saw her as a burden, Mary as well as the boys were at auror training and she had had an argument with her boyfriend.
She was living it up, wasn't she.
Not all of it was bad though, she had scrubbed her grandmother's house from ceiling to the floor the good old muggle way, she had done some more work on her scrapbook, she'd planned an entire speech as to what she was going to say at her interview.
Speaking of said interview, it was currently Tuesday and 8:00, she had three and half hours to kill before her meeting yet she was standing in front of her mirror clad in a pair of light grey high waisted suit pants that clung to her thighs before splaying out at her knees, she wore a white long sleeve sheer blouse, over the top she wore a plain black robe and on her feet she wore plain black heels. She wore her usual nude lip with light makeup and pulled her hair back into a low bun with several shorter parts hanging around her face in loose curls.
Without thinking of saying farewell to her old hag of a grandmother, she apparated to a cemetery in Liverpool, a cemetery where she had not yet had the courage to visit much to the chagrin of her grandmother. She pursed her lips as she noticed many muggles curious eyes on her attire and cursed herself and her forgetfulness.
A cold breeze loitered through the air, despite it being mid way through September Elizabeth couldn't help but shiver at the biting cold. Perhaps it was from the breeze or perhaps it was from the dark void within her heart.
It was perhaps twenty minutes later that in the mass of identical grey slabs of concreate she finally found the pair that belonged to two of the most important people in her life.
Her parents.
The people that had loved her, cherished her, raised her, fed her, trusted her, cared for her. The people that had died for her.
She moved closer to the two graves, grief weighed against her heart and lungs, pressing against her chest. Her eyes immeadiantly went to her mothers grave, seeking some sort of semblance.
Susan Marie Gilmore – born April 17th 1938, died January 8th 1978
A dedicated mother and wife
Without day, there is no night, without darkness there is no light.
She had given the inscription to be engraved on the gravestone, remembering her mothers dear words many years ago, when she was nothing but a young, innocent child with delusions of grandeur and living forever with no fears. How naïve had she been.
Tears sprung to her eyes as she traced over the inscription, her heart aching with a loss she could not describe, was this grief, was this the deep undenying pain that she had buried deep within.
Swallowing her tears she placed her hands onto the gravestone next to it, her fathers.
David Gilmore, born January 9th 1934, died January 8th 1978
A loving father and husband
"Its dark down here."
A choked sob mingled with laughter escaped her as she read the inscription, it captured his personality, humorous and blunt. He'd always wanted to have a humorous epitaph and he did. She could remember the very moment he told her what to write, it had been over dinner, where Elizabeth had broke the news of the war to her parents, where she'd told them that they could run, move to Australia, that she'd bunk with Lily or James, but they had proclaimed to her that they'd never abandon their daughter when she had been thrown in the middle of a war, no matter how much danger they would be in. Her sisters slow hatred had begun that day. She could paint a picture of her fathers expression when he turned to her, gave her a wink and told her,
"I'd appreciate if you wrote 'Its dark down here' on my grave, John and I made a deal when we were fighting in the war, so you'd better do it, otherwise I will haunt you."
Her father had gone to war, and now, so would she.
Elizabeths knees buckled from the weight of her grief as she sunk to the ground infront of her parents grave stone. The thought that the gravestones depicted her parents life was so wrong, so inaccurate. Their bodies were barely cold, their skin still pure.
Her mothers wisdom and her fathers humour might've captured them perfectly, but so had death. Empty words could not disguise the fact that her parents decaying bodies lay underneath layers of grass and dirt, unknowing that their daughter was mourning them, that she was crying over them.
She did not wipe the tears off her lightly freckled cheeks, why should she pretend to be strong, who was there to be strong for? Was this what she was fighting for, no more pain, no more suffering? Or was this what she was causing? How many others would mourn for their parents, their children because of the Order? She pressed her chapped lips together, and bent her head down to lean against the gravestone, she was sitting over her parents bodies and they did not know, they would never know.
In that moment she wanted nothing more than to be underneath all those layers of dirt and grass with them.
Elizabeth took a deep sharp gulp of the cold summer air. She had not even brought something to place on the grave, she had not thought of it. She turned her head to the side and cursed herself loudly.
And then she cursed herself again.
How could she forget she had magic when it was magic that took her parents away from her.
She subtly held her wand in the large sleeve of her rob and silently moved it in a circle for a boquet of roses to appear before her. She laid the roses between the small gap between their graves and leant back to take a look. The hot pink contrasted with the bland greys in the graveyard.
She quickly cast a tempus charm to see that she still had one hour left to her meeting, but she did not want to waste away like all the people buried here were. She did not think she could stand another moment in the suffocating atmosphere.
"I love you." She whispered as she stood up and turned her back on her parents grave, she walked past all the other, identical graves and out of the kissing gate before she apparated out into the nothingness.
The hour she had to waste went by very fast, she had to apparate to Diagon Alley to visit Gringotts, then she decided she'd floo to the ministry only for The Leaky Cauldrons Floo channel to be Malfunctioning, so she then decided to apparate to Hogsmeade and use the channel at The Three Broomsticks only for there be to a line so she waited and waited until she had five minutes to get to the ministry, get an elevator and go to level 9. Fun times.
So much for giving a good first impression.
Ellizabeth landed in a dusty heap at the bottom of one of the ministry fireplaces. She spluttered as dust came invaded her senses. Slowly gathering her wits Elizabeth did not realise that somebody had a hand out for her to grip onto and help her up.
"Miss Gilmore." An old voice spoke. She looked up to see his wrinkled hand infront of her face, offering to help her up. She immeadiantly took his hand and stood up. "I am Saul Croaker." She nodded but confusion laced over her features.
"Good Morning Mr Croaker." She said, waving her wand over herself to clear herself of dirt. She turned to the man whom was walking alongside her. "I…I thought I was to meet you, not the other way around." The old man let out a deep chuckle, a pleasant sound, she noted. He nodded his head.
"I realised this morning that for someone whose only been to the ministry once it may be daunting having to make your way around it."
She flushed, merlin this man knew everything!
It was true, she had been to the ministry once, but she was hoping that it had gone unnoticed by Mr Croaker. He seemed to have noticed her embarrassment and let out a laugh again and waved her off. "A little underage magic isn't going to cost you a job Miss Gilmore."
She sighed. Her distant aunt had been over with her child and they were constantly asking about her school life, what she'd wanted to be, and how with her mathematical skills she could be a highly skilled doctor or scientist. So when she'd told them of her love of photography and art they had laughed at her. She could recall to this day the anger and humiliation she felt as the two laughed in her face at her passion which she had masked for a very long time. And then she'd 'accidentally' transfigured them both into crocodiles. whoops.
How her sister could choose to live with those cruel idiots over her own sister was beyond her.
"Thank merlin for that." She laughed, her palms had become clammy in the mans powerful presence. "So- erm, where do we begin."
The man turned to her as they waited for an elevator, "All in good time Miss Gilmore." He spoke cryptically. The two stood in the elevator in a pleasant silence until they were the only two in the elevator, headed for level 9. As they walked out Mr Croaker nodded to the man and they walked to the end of the corridor only to enter through a heavy black door.
Elizabeth couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the black marble walls surrounding her, golden statues lined the corridor as they entered the heavy door. Which wasn't even a door, it was another elevator. However the interior of this elevator was unique, none of the buttons had numbers on them, only colours and some lower down had code. Mr Croaker pressed on a black button rimmed in gold and the left coded button. She opened her mouth to ask when he interrupted her.
"Each button is for a different sub department, and the coded buttons are just to get the elevator moving." he looked towards her straight backed form. "Tell me Miss Gilmore, you're muggle born." She nodded at his statement, cheeks colouring slightly, she hoped that this wasn't going to put her at a disadvantage. He ignored her reaction and clasped his hands together infront of himself. "Have you seen Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory?"
She nodded in earnest. She had adored the movie and proclaimed to her parents that she wanted a pet oompa Loompa after seeing it for the first time. However how this elevator and Willy Wonka were related were beyond her.
"You might want to hold on Elizabeth." He used her proper name and gripped the side bar tightly. Suddenly a scream ripped itself from her throat as they were suddenly free falling downwards, she flew back against the wall. It felt like minutes but it was over within three seconds. She panted and turned to him, she let go and opened her mouth when she was suddenly pushed roughly against the black marble elevator. This time the elevator did not stop, it went about fifteen different directions before it stopped. Elizabeth leant against the wall and turned to the old man who was still standing upright and glared at him incredulously.
"Do you do that everyday?" she exclaimed, her chest heaving as she earnestly thanked whatever god there was for not making her prone to motion sickness, how boring would life be. The man cracked a smile and shook his head.
"Of course not." He laughed, "I floo to my office." He walked out of the elevator to another door causing Elizabeth to race after him and roll her eyes as she walked two paces behind him into an identical door.
"Couldn't we just do that?" it was a relief to see that there were no buttons in this door. He shook his head once more.
"It's a tradition to scare people who come here for the first time to see if they can handle it."
She frowned, "That's rather cruel."
"It doesn't affect the persons application unless their job is one for daredevils."
She let out a soft laugh, "I was under the impression that working in the DOM was for daredevils." The man turned and pulled a leaver causing her to stare in blatant amazement. From infront of her the wall dissolved and infront of her was an office. Much like in Diagon Alley but it was more fluid and more subtle. The black marble melted away to show a modern and sleek area, designed with only the best materials and a dark palette.
"That's amazing." She muttered as she moved to sit down on the chair on the other side of his desk.
"Yes, yes it is." He observed as he leant back in his chair and faced her, he brought a file inbetween them. "I'm sure you're wondering- why all this ambiguity is necessary." She nodded with a small nervous laugh.
"Just abit, you've already said what the job is."
"Yes, Yes I did." He observed, slightly rubbing his chin, "You see Miss Gilmore I've been keeping an eye on you since your outstanding results during your OWLS. The examiners were amazed by your talent in charms and even more so when they looked over your arithmancy test paper." She looked down, humbled by his words.
"They bought you to my attention, so when I had the opportunity to look over the NEWT results from our recent graduates, and hear the critiques from examiners; they were truly amazed as was I, at the intellect you showed and the amount of hardwork and dedication that you put into your studies. Especially at such a difficult time. I heard about your friend and parents, it is a tragedy to lose so many so young."
"I then Spoke to Albus- his an old friend of mine." He laughed and continued on, "I was overjoyed to hear that you still had no clue as to what career path you planned on pursuing." She looked at him, a twisted smile put on her face at his odd words. that wasn't something that she had heard often. "He assured me that you are the type of person perfect for the Department, hardworking, determined, intelligent, skilful. Dare I say it, mysterious."
She let out a soft laugh, at his unintentional pun, "But sir, My talent lies in Charms and Arithmancy, my other subjects, I am not all that skilled at, I don't understand how I could be helpful with such a narrow and uncommon skill set."
"I'm sure all the O's came without natural affinity for any of those subjects Miss Gilmore." He waved her off. "Your skill set is anything but narrow. Yes charms is quite common, But finding someone talented in arithmancy like you, its extremely unusual. We need someone of your talents."
She was more confused now than she was before she stepped into that elevator. "For What?"
"Let me explain Miss Gilmore." He waved off her hostility and rudeness, which she was sure he had built an immunity to considering his line of work. "In a peaceful time I would've placed you in the spell creation division. But in the last months a new division has been created, A team of our most talented witches and wizards, are working tirelessly to analyse spells used by the enemy, to create charms for defensive practices and to be able to trace them down. We collaborate with the auror department often as well." He spoke as if he'd rehearsed the speech countless times. For looked into the mans brown eyes, old and wise and she saw no deception within his gaze. For her this seemed perfect, a way to fight the war without advertising it.
"I know it may seem daunting, but I harbor no doubt when I say that I believe this job was made for you. I know that not only are you intelligent, but you are strong with magic and are able to hold your own, you are dedicated and you do have a history with Death Eaters if anything ive heard is true."
She nodded along with his words, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she fumbled with her fingers in her lap.
"We need people like you, talented at charms, able to create spells and analyse what is placed infront of them. Talented at Defence of the Dark Arts, and proficient at other magics as well. We need open minded and creative people, as well as people who are passionate to end this war against Voldemort and his followers." He paused abruptly. "Of course, the choice is upto you. Im not going to force you into taking this job. You can walk out of this office today and never hear from me again, As soon as you exit the ministry your memory will be wiped and you'll forget about this meeting."
She leant back in the chair and considered his words, her brows furrowed as she looked at the old man.
"Look." His voice now heavy with regret, she looked up in curiosity, "Miss Gilmore, this job is not an easy one and the choice is not to be taken lightly, You must keep many secrets, from friends, from family, from everyone. I ask that you do not just take the position because you have no others, but you take it because you truly want to be here. You may take some time to consider this proposition and think this through, it is not an easy decision."
Elizabeth leant back once more, floored. This was an amazing opportunity, however does she risk the opportunity of a lifetime because she might need to keep afew secrets, should she dictate where her life is going based on her loved ones opinions. She fixed Mr Croaker with an analytic look, she glanced at him up and down, did she trust him, yes; anyone who called Voldemort by his name was someone whom she automatically respected, he was intelligent, successful and considerate.
It seemed as though it would be the perfect job for her, and she would have the opportunity to make a real difference in the war without being on the field fighting for her life all the time. She could do whats he was best at whilst protecting those she cared about.
Elizabeth looked up at the man and gave him a brilliant smile, "I don't need to take time to make a decision sir." He looked at her hopefully, "When do I start?"
A wide smile spread across Mr Croakers face, making him look years younger, "Well then Miss Gilmore, Welcome to the Department of Mysteries." Her heart soared and joy flowed through her veins, she was sure that this was her calling, this was meant to be.
It was three oclock before she was rushing out of the ministry, a large smile plastered on her exhausted face. She had spent the last three hours signing contracts and papers all of which containing words such as 'secrecy', 'commitment' , 'classified.' She had to take even more papers home to read over and sign. There was so much paperwork that she'd jokingly told Mr Croaker that she might reconsider taking up the job if it had so much paperwork. It was woefully mundane, she'd expected an initiation ceremony of some sort involving blood sacrifices and taking vows.
She was overjoyed, despite the job seeming more normal now that she'd gone over the paper and toured around the vast majority of the large department. The salary was more than she could've hoped for, the work was fascinated and she got to work with likeminded people.
Now she was running through the windy streets of muggle London with a black robe on and a bunch of classified paperwork in her hand as she tried to find the dress hop she was meeting the girls in. Looking up at all the sighs she was finally able to take a breath when she saw bubble-gum pink painted exterior with big wedding dresses in the window display.
She entered to see Alice, Lily and Mary looking through dresses on the sickeningly pink walls, well Mary was lounging on the leather seats looking bored out of her mind.
"Liz!" They exclaimed at once bounding over to her and suffocating her with their embrace. The smell of perfume invaded her senses causing her to splutter.
"You were late." Alice cocked out her hip and placed a hand on it with a raised eyebrow. She rolled her eyes.
"I had a few errands to run, ill tell you about them later." She waved them off, not wanting to talk about the job and distract them from today's goal. "Now lets stop talking about me, lets find these dresses."
In all honesty she wanted nothing more for them to just leave and get something to eat; except for a bad coffee from the ministry, she hadn't had anything since her piece of toast this morning, she was starving. She moved forward and scanned over the racks.
"I thought you had found a dress Ally?" Mary groaned sinking into the white leather couch. Alice rolled her eyes.
"We're not looking for me you prat." She laughed and continued to look through the racks, "We're looking for you's."
Mary looked up, disgruntled.
"I'll go naked." She stated, Lily snorted at her response.
"Whilst Remus might not mind, we will."
"Yeah, not to sound like a bitch but I'd rather you didn't take the attention away from me on my own wedding day."
Mary stood up with a groan.
"I could be spread out on Franks bed in the nude, tied up to the bed posts with 'fuck me' painted onto me with chocolate sauce and he'd still go back to you Ally, he's whipped!" she laughed.
Alice flushed crimson at her statement. "Lets just…get to work."
You had got to be kidding.
Turns out she had missed the memo about lunch after their dress fittings. Now she would not have minded if it was them four, but it was all of them… like even the guys.
That meant that you know who was there.
And no she did not mean Voldemort, she meant him...
Sirius Black.
The large group of Gryffindor's sat around a circular table in the Leaky Cauldron. Everyone was laughing and talking with each other. Except Elizabeth and Sirius. Whom spoke to everyone but eachother, avoiding eachothers gazes and generally making everyone around them extremely uncomfortable.
Remus turned to Alice with a kind smile as they lapsed into a comfortable silence. "So how's the wedding planning going?"
Mary let out an exaggerated groan and banged her head onto the table.
"Remus! You're meant to be on my side!" Remus looked startled at the revelation that somehow he was betraying his girlfriend. Alice rolled her eyes.
"Ignore her, she hasn't shut up all day!" Alice laughed, "And Remus its going very well! Everythings nearly done and dusted." She took a bite out of her burger.
He nodded and turned to James, whom was best man. "Prongs are you planning a bucks night?" James turned around, slowly chewing on his food. His eyes were wide and an expression of shock crossed his face.
He looked rather like a deer caught in headlights, Elizabeth mused, how ironic.
However panic was beginning to gather in the pit of her stomach. James was not alone in having not planned the couples nights out. Neither had she.
Lily turned and widened her eyes as she looked towards Elizabeth, whom shrugged and grabbed a spoonful of mashed potatoes to calm herself down. It seemed everyone but Alice had caught sight of her bewildered expression.
Did she want strippers? Were their even strippers in the magical world? No… In wizarding Britain, everyone was too prudy… Unless… She turned to Sirius with a devious smile; he would be willing wouldn't he? Somehow in the time she spent panicking and imagining Sirius as a stripper the conversation seemed to have slipped towards their jobs.
"Ally! You never told me how tiring auror training was!" Mary lay her head on the table as her voice came out in a garble.
Alice rolled her eyes and took a sip of pumpkin juice.
"I thought that came across from the limited communication, constant exhaustion, injuries and study." Mary rolled her eyes.
"That's beside the point! You never said, Moody is going to make you duel him once a week, if you lose you get punished, he humiliates you, makes you train upto 15 hours a day…-"
Alice raised her eyebrow and cut into Mary's rant.
"And the aurors his taught have a higher rate of survival than aurors trained under someone else." She finished off causing her to clamp her mouth shut.
"Look, I know it sucks for all of you, I've been there, done that. But this time next year you'll be listening to the new trainees and laughing at their stupidity and complaints."
"We're not stupid!" Sirius exclaimed, causing Frank to snort into his Butterbeer. Sirius gave him the stink eye.
Alice continued.
"Everything Moody does is for a reason. And we had it 10x worse, at least you guys had a good professor for seventh year, you practically did basic auror training." She explained to them.
"You wont realise how grateful you are for Moody until you're in a life or death situation." Frank stated, grabbing onto Alice's hand and squeezing it tightly. She sent him a wide smile, her eyes suspiciously bright. Sirius leant against his arm which was propped up.
James rolled his eyes nudging Sirius, "I don't know how you managed to even pass, let alone get into auror academy."
"Prongs, I may be a lazy fuck, but im a smart lazy fuck."
Elizabeth bit her lip and looked down at her lap, she had been so foolish. In the last year she had seen how the war had changed the couple in front of her. They had grown together, they had seen death, they had fought death and stared it in the face. They had been through so much, yet they still remained strong. They made the argument she had with Sirius seem so petty and immature.
She felt shame fill her, her stomach churned. She missed him.
She missed him so much.
She wanted nothing more than to hold him, to hear his laugh, to stare at his beautiful eyes, and kiss his perfect lips. She wanted to explore the aspects of a relationship she'd never before experienced. She wanted to one day wake up next to him, wear his ring, fall asleep to his heart beating against her, she wanted to watch them grow and get old, she wanted to have a beautiful son that looked like him and a daughter that looked like her.
She wanted him back.
Oh how she craved him.
Elizabeth looked up and her cheeks reddened as she caught his grey eyes, he gave her a small smile before turning and speaking to James. Slight tears welled up in her eyes at his rejection. She wanted to take everything she said back. Every single word of it.
"Hey Liz, have you found a job yet?" Her head snapped up, a loose tendril from infront of her face landing in her mouth. Her friends all held in laughter as she spat out the hairs and turned to them.
Was she even allowed to tell her friends what her job was? The reality of her secret profession weighed her down, she had accepted this job and she was going to head the responsibilities. She wasn't going to allow a shroud of secrecy to ruin her friendships.
She trusted them. All of those sitting at the table would give their lives for her, just as she would for them.
It wasn't morally right for her to hide such a big thing.
And she kinda wanted to show off how great of a position she snagged.
Well they were her best friends and its not like the contract sad she couldn't tell those she trusted inexplicitly, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
She nodded her head, causing them to cheer. "I went in for an interview today and he was quick to accept me." A smile spread across her cheeks and bit her lip. She had finally gotten a job, after all her years of studying, she'd finally gotten a position that did her justice. They all clapped for her causing her to blush and for other patrons to look at them suspiciously.
"Really" Peter grinned taken aback, "Congratulations!" she gave him a grateful smile.
"What job is it?" Lily asked, curious and happy for her best friend.
She bit her lip as dread began to build in her stomach, was this the magical equivalent of telling your parents you're a prostitute? Would you even tell your parents that? She might as well get it over with, she sighed. "I'm going to be working in the Department of Mysteries."
"WHAT!" Sirius spat out is drink in shock, "That's dangerous!"
"Coming from the person training to be an auror!" she shot back, looking down at the table like everyone else was.
"I'll be fine." She whispered after a minute of awkward silence. Everyone looked up at her, "I've read through the contracts and everything It entails, It's definitely less dangerous than you're thinking!"
"You'll be a huge target." Mary whispered, picking at her fingernails. "We cant lose you too."
It felt like instead of a beating heart, there was a massive boulder in her chest, weighing against her skeleton.
"I'm not an academic target if they don't know I'm an unspeakable, I was going to be a target anyway, I'm an order member." She whispered, she let out a sigh and looked at all of them. "Death is inevitable, its natural and it's going to happen to all of us someday. Some of us may move on earlier than the rest." Tears welled up in her blue eyes, she looked at Sirius, her voice cracking slightly.
"I'm petrified of dying, but I know inside, that when I go, it'll be the will of whatever god is up there, and I can only hope that I go down fighting for something I believe in."
Sirius took a shot of fire whiskey and set it down on the table with a bang, the others turned, startled and stared at him. He set his jaw and glared at her.
"I hope that you know that by dying for some misguided reason, you won't just be hurting yourself, but all the people you leave behind."
"Of course I know that, I-" Sirius interjected.
"Then why are you so quick to accept death, to resign to the fact that you might die soon, it may not matter to you, but we all love you and in the end, you will be in peace, and we wont." He turned and stormed out of the Leaky Cauldron.
A tear ran down her face, she hastily wiped it away and muttered a quick apology and raced after him. A gust of wind blew over her and rain blurred her vision as she raced down the alley after him.
He still cared. That was all that was racing through her mind, Once again she had made a selfless and stupid decision that had probably once again ruined her chance at being in a relationship with him. He still cared for her, he wanted her to be safe…
She quickly caught upto him and grabbed his wrist, pulling on it slightly. Her turned back and glared at her,
"What do you want?" he spat and continued to march down the alley. She gave him a doleful look and spoke.
"I just want to talk." She yelled over the top of the churning wind and rain, "I miss you!" he turned back to her and scowled.
"OH SO NOW YOU WANT TO TALK?" he yelled back, "ITS BEEN A WHOLE WEEK AND NOTHING! ABSOLOUTLY NOTHING! THEN YOU COME ALONG A WEEK LATER WITH A CRAZY DANGEROUS JOB AND SEEMIINGLY HAVE YOUR LIFE TOGETHER!"
"I DO NOT!" she screamed, tears welling in her eyes, "THIS LAST WEEK I HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT MOPE AND MISS YOU AND NOW THAT I'VE DONE SOMETHING YOU DON'T APPROVE OF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU CAN BOSS ME AROUND! YOU DON'T OWN ME!"
He stared at her, his strong jaw set and eyes as cold as steel. She winced at his coldness. Elizabeth looked up and stared into his eyes, she moved closer and grabbed his wrists.
"Can we go somewhere to talk?" she asked her hopelessly, "Please, I want to sort this mess out."
He grinded his teeth together and let out a sigh before pulling her into a seeming hug. Her stomach did somersaults and a small smile spread across her cheeks. Until she was sucked into a pipe and whirled away. So he didn't hug her because he wanted to. Her stomach dropped more than it already had.
Moments later she was sprawled over the floor, trying to hold in the vast contents within her stomach. After what felt like two minutes she stumbled up and leant against the couch. She let out a huff and glared at Sirius.
"That was so mean!" she let out a small laugh even though anger seeped through her words. He rolled his eyes and summoned a bottle of water. After afew moments of awkward silence she she spoke.
"I'm sorry for what I said." She licked her bottom lip, looking down regretfully, referring to the other night "I had no right."
Sirius shook his head and let out a small laugh, thinking about what she said.
"You had every right." He sighed and sat down in his couch, taking a sip of water. "Nothing you said was wrong."
She looked at him curiously, why on earth was he admitting that he was in the wrong.
"I know it doesn't seem like it, but I'm clueless about the emotional side of a relationship. Its not just you."
She gave him a fleeting smile, "So we're not so different then, is that what you're saying?" He shook his head.
"If I was going to date someone like me I'd go to Mars." Elizabeth grimaced, thinking of the blonde bitch who flirted with her boyfriend. "You... Angel you are intelligent and wordy, Marlene is street smart and not all that wordy, you're kind and not judgmental, Marlene picks out the tiniest things to judge about you and she can be downright awful when she says it, she knows exactly how to make someone hate themselves. You…Angel you are classy, and beautiful and you don't even realise it! Marlene she's, she's beautiful and she flaunts it, she uses it."
Elizabeths cheeks went crimson at his words, however a part of her twinged at the thought that he knew Marlene better than he probably knew her.
"I love Mars, don't get me wrong…She's a great friend and someone who tells you straight up what you need to know."
Tears welled up in Elizabeths eyes, her chest felt heavy and her entire body felt as thought it would buckle under her weight. He was going to leave her, he was going to leave him for a bimbo, he was going to abandon her because she couldn't keep her mouth shut, she was going to become just another one of Sirius Blacks whores.
"But she isn't you."
Elizabeth looked up, and in that moment Sirius found her to be more beautiful than any other woman he'd been with. Her eyes shone with hope and love, her smile lit up her face, she was…she was beautiful.
"You… you are one of a kind." He stood up and walked over to her. He placed a hand on her cheek, "I have never felt this way about anyone else, you are amazing."
She gazed into his grey eyes. Her heart was becoming alight. "There are not words that I can say, to describe you. Mon Ange, you are one of a kind and I love you for it."
Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked down in embarrassment.
"You are everything to me, this…this last week, I hated it, I haven't felt so alone in such a long time. I love you so much and I hope you know that."
Elizabeth gave him a smile and leant forward,
"I know that you might want to break up, and if you feel that is the right thing to do, then I respect your decision. If that is what makes you happy, then I will learn to accept that."
Out of nowhere soft lips were on his, he sighed in content against her lips at the feeling of comfort. He felt that he was where he belonged. With her. He let out a moan against her lips as she pulled away, her lips swollen from their passion.
"I love you, I love you so much I'd die for you!" she trembled, love spilled from her eyes as tears trickled down her pale face. She knew that if it came down to it, and she saw an ak flying towards him she'd jump, she wouldn't even consider it. He shook his head and interjected, his lips trembling and unshed tears shining in his eyes.
"No, no." he stated firmly, placing his hands on either side of her face. "If you love me, you will live for me."
She opened her mouth but he placed a finger on her lips.
"You don't understand, I wouldn't be able to live without you, not being able to hold your hand, hug you, kiss you, smell you, to talk to you or laugh for you. I don't think I could go on every day without knowing you're alive and happy. Even if you're not with me. I cant lose you."
She let out a sob and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"I'm sorry." She blubbered. "I'm sorry I doubted you- I love you, I love you so much!"
Her breathed in the vanilla scent of her hair.
"I know."
Did anyone catch my not so subtle star wars reference? Let me know in your review if you did! ANYHOW, They're back together now! I can tell you now, I'm going to start working on Chapter 35 soon and there will be trouble in paradise! So Elizabeth has a new job, the wedding is soon and Blackmore have reunited. Heres a celebratory spoiler.
And her skin glowed.
Woah what, whose skin is glowing. Hmmmm I wonder. But heres another sneak Peek because I am so happy right now.
You may now kiss the bride
Okay I'm going to go now, Please don't forget to follow, favourite and review!
Ruby xo
PS: remember that I may update on Thursday as opposed to Wednesday x