❝ i stay up all night ,
tell myself i'm alright ,
baby you're just harder
to see than most .
i put the record on ,
wait till i hear our song ,
every night i'm dancing ,
with your ghost . ❞
SIRIUS BLACK FANFICTION
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IT WAS YET ANOTHER BREAK TIME, the hufflepuff was inside her little secret home at hogwarts with her father. ofcourse dumbledore agreed for them to live there, since the request was made from her father and it was very important, really needed for a good cause. they were at their kitchen, (𝒚/𝒏) was brewing tea with a calm smile while her father paces around the area with the opposite expression.
her father furrowed his eye brows. "sirius black is coming here? the boy's dangerous. he's careless.. he's now talking to those bullies, he's probably one of them now." (𝒚/𝒏) smiles slightly at him, fidgeting her fingers.
"father, what about forgiveness? you know i -- i thought we have discussed that i was gonna be able to decide how i wanted to spend my time in my life." she chuckled, tucking a hair strand behind her ear. he crossed his arms, leaning on the counter.
"well, it's him i don't trust, not you." after a little bit of argument and simple preparations here and there, her father sat went someplace else, whilst the seventh year stayed in the same position, now drinking her cup of earl grey. the favoured lavender scent of candles was flowing everywhere, making her eyes blink a couple of times because of the relaxing smell it gave out to the atmosphere.
before she could just go to the couch and take a small nap, the moment was ruined by a knock on the weakened wall that was purposely made to know if someone was there, like a doorbell. nobody knew where she lived but the authorities, them, and secretly the mauraders because of their own made map.
sirius knew where was it, but just pretended he didn't know to not just be suspicious to their eyes. he asked her an hour ago, and now here he is, knocking on the wall with a specific style, making her sigh. his play booklet is folded in the front pocket of his robe, hands behind his back.
the (𝒆/𝒄) eyed girl looks up from her stirring, grabbing a towel to dry her hands. her doll shoes made satisfying sounds as she made her way to the small hallway to the front door, that wasn't visible to the other side. what only showed there was a statue of a night, somewhat familiar to the houses way of going inside.
taking out her wand, she swished it in a figure of a constellation and it opened, the marbled effigy slowly going to the side making sirius step backwards with a surprised look on his face. he looked left and right, seeing nobody there, until his gaze landed at the girl infront of him, not wearing her robe but her sweater.
"uh, hey.." he greeted as the girl played with the ends of her skirt, looking down at the ground. it made him curious to her actions, wondering what was her notion.
