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Star Crossed by RiverFord

Format: Novel
Chapters: 28
Word Count: 79,871
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Contains profanity, Strong violence, Scenes of a sexual nature, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme

Genres: Horror/Dark, Humor, Romance
Characters: Lupin, A. Longbottom, F. Longbottom, James, Lily, Sirius, Pettigrew, OC
Pairings: Sirius/OC, James/Lily, OC/OC, Remus/OC

First Published: 02/17/2018
Last Chapter: 04/11/2018
Last Updated: 04/11/2018

Summary:
The darkness threatened to break her, but it turned out she was stronger than even she thought possible.


Chapter 8: Chapter 8

 


Sirius slowly made his way across the platform toward where his brother was stood with their house elf, preparing silently. No amount of fun he'd had on the train with the boys could make up for the absurdity he was about to endure. I wish I could go home with James, he thought wistfully, as he watched the Potters greet James happily.  Sirius paused, catching sight of Adhara scowling and crossing her arms, exchanging unpleasantries with her sister at the other end of the platform before being apparated away by their own house elf, before wordlessly joining Regulus and Kreecher. He made his way upstairs to his room quickly, once they arrived inside. Things went much better at home if he could avoid his family; though, he couldn't completely avoid them, as he was expected to attend family dinners every night. 'Mistress is requiring Master Sirius to come down to dinner now,' Kreecher muttered, as he shuffled into Sirius's room. 

 


'Yeah, yeah. I'll be down when I feel like it.' Sirius turned another page of Quidditch Weekly lazily, not even bothering to look up at the house elf. 

 


'Such a disgrace. Mistress does not deserve this disrespectful treatment. No. He'll get what's coming to him, the ungrateful-' 

 


'Shut it, Kreecher!' Sirius threw the closest thing he could find, an empty butterbeer bottle, toward the house elf that was slowly closing the door. The bottle shattered against the door and Sirius settled back into his pillow, turning another page. 

 


'Sirius!' He heard his mother screeching a few moments later. 'Sirius, get down here! This instant!' 

 


He huffed and slowly made his way downstairs, hands stuffed in his pockets. 'What?' He snapped. 

 


'You know very well, what,' his mother hissed. He rolled his eyes. 'Dinner is ready. And we will sit down to eat it. All of us.' She gestured toward his seat and he took it roughly. 'What on earth are you wearing?' 

 


'Clothes,' he quirked an eyebrow toward his mother. His father, as usual, wore a bored expression, and didn't seem to be paying them any mind, choosing instead to pick at his food and swirl the contents of his wine glass. 

 


'Are those muggle clothes?' Sirius grinned. 'Why would you wear something so indecent?'  

 


He shrugged. 'Because I'm indecent? Or maybe because they're comfortable? To drive you mad? Take your pick.' Regulus was looking between the two warily. He knew all too well what would come of this. Their arguments were routine by then. 

 


She narrowed her eyes at him. 'Where would you even get such...such-' 

 


'Clothes? James mostly,' Sirius grinned again.  

 


'Those Potters are disgraceful! When are you going to realize that? It's time you surround yourself with reputable companions instead of that riffraff you currently associate yourself with!' 

 


'The Potters are twice the wizards you could ever hope to be,' Sirius shouted back. 

 


'Don't talk to your mother that way,' his father drawled. 

 


'Go to your room!' His mother spat. 'Get out of my sight!' 

 


'Gladly,' he grumbled, pushing his chair back with enough force that it toppled over. 

 


 

 


Christmas evening, there was a society gathering at the Averys'. 'You will behave yourself,' Sirius's mother hissed at him, in a low, threatening, voice. He merely rolled his eyes and took his seat with a bored expression. He noticed the Notts arriving moments later, Adhara trailing behind wearing a disgruntled expression. It was no wonder, Sirius thought with a small smile, as she was wearing a poufy, dark green, nightmare of a dress. She looks like a cupcake. As the desserts finished and the band started playing, signally the start of the night's dancing, Sirius saw Graham Avery waltz up to the Notts' table and tap Adhara on the shoulder. She turned and frowned at him as he said something, then as she opened her mouth to respond her father seemed to answer for her, as Avery wore a triumphant smirk and Addy gaped at her father. She then grimaced at Avery and stood, walking onto the dance floor with Avery trailing behind her closely. She stood stiffly and scowled as he put a hand to her waist. He started talking in her ear and she seemed to avoid looking at him. Sirius watched as their dance brought them closer to his table, Avery's hand slid down to Addy's arse and she slapped at his hand, scowling deeply as he pulled her in closer to mutter something else into her ear. As the song ended he held onto her hand and kissed the back of it. She wrenched her hand away and slipped gracefully through the crowd, causing Sirius to lose sight of her, though he caught sight of her again as she slipped out of the door to the ballroom.  

 


Curious, he followed after a moment, looking casually around the rooms downstairs, then heading upstairs, finally finding the door to a balcony in a guest room cracked open. He found Addy sat on the floor of the balcony with her feet dangling over the edge, her forehead resting against the rail. 'What are you doing out here Nott?' She went to turn quickly and smacked her head against the metal in front of her. 

 


'Fuck!' Addy yelped, clutching her head. Sirius couldn't help but chuckle lowly in surprise, and moved to join her quietly. She peeked open her eye at him as he stood over her. 'Could ask you the same thing, Black.' Sirius smirked and sat down next to her. 'I thought I was too stuck up for you anyway. Why d'ya wanna sit with the likes of me, eh?'  

 


Shit, he cursed internally. Leave it to McKinnon to gossip. He shook the thought from his head, trying to play it cool. 'I knew you had McKinnon ask me that.' 

 


'I did no such thing!' She said indignantly. 'Why the bloody hell would I have her ask you that? I already knew what you thought of me.'  

 


The way she'd said it, made Sirius think she did not, in fact, know what he thought of her. He cocked his head to the side. 'Oh, really? And what do I think then?' 

 


Addy shrugged and took a swig from the bottle of whiskey Sirius just realized she had. 'You don't like me. You're too good for me now.' She looked at him sideways and he frowned. 

 


'Where'd you get that idea?' 

 


'Oh, I dunno? When you stopped talking to me? We use to get on and then you just,' she shrugged again. 

 


'Well you had Carina...' He tried to excuse. 

 


Addy scoffed. 'I never had Carina. Especially not since Hogwarts. She was just the least obnoxious little twat to sit with at these...Merlin forsaken load-of-tosh...society functions.' Sirius's brow knitted as she took another swig of whiskey and he pulled it from her hand.  

 


'Drinking too? Merlin Nott, you really surprise me sometimes.' Her brow knitted as she looked at him while he took a generous gulp. 

 


'What's that mean?' 

 


Sirius took another swig. 'Just that. You surprise me. How come I never knew you thought that way?' He blurted out.  

 


Addy's face became clouded with confusion. '...what way?'  

 


'That thing you said in defense. And last year in potions...I thought I was the only one...' 

 


She shot him an annoyed look while he seemed to get his thoughts in order. 'I guess we never really talked about it?...I didn't know you thought that way either,' she shrugged. 

 


Sirius nodded and drank again. 'Why don't you hang round the girls? The other Gryffindor girls?' He clarified.  

 


Addy looked down at her hands. 'They're too...' She shrugged. 'They intimidate me. I'm not comfortable around them. I'm always all weird...' She turned her head to look at him, resting her temple against the rail.  

 


'You're not being weird now.'  

 


She quirked a brow and he smiled easily. 'Yes, well, I can't exactly go round Hogwarts pissed now can I?'  

 


Sirius chuckled. 'No, I s'pose not. Why are you pissed now?' He looked at her sideways. 

 


'First off,' she sat up and held up a finger so he turned to look at her properly. 'Look where we are. B,' she held up another finger. 'You've met my family. And secondly-' 

 


'I think that's third,' he grinned. 

 


'Don't interrupt me!' Her brow knitted. 'Where was I?' 

 


'Secondly?' He laughed out. 

 


'Ah yes. Third. Did you see who I had to dance with? And furthermore,' she flicked him the forehead. 

 


'Oi!' He swatted her hand. 

 


'Why the hell not?' She held her arms out, palms up, and he shoved her playfully, laughing when she toppled over, laughing breathily. 

 


Sirius shook his head and drank again. 'You know, James was right about you.' 

 


'How do you mean?' 

 


'You're not half bad. When you're not being weird,' he amended, looking down at her. She grinned up at him, looking so carefree she seemed to have a glow about her. Sirius looked away, looking out over the garden, suddenly uncomfortable with the familiar swooping sensation in his belly he'd felt for the same girl exactly six years ago. 'We should probably head back. It's almost time to go.' He saw her sit up, nodding wobbly, and stand, from the corner of his eye. She fumbled with the skirt of her dress and muttered darkly about the, 'stupid, societal expectations,' bringing a small smile to Sirius's lips. He finished the contents of the bottle, leaving it on the floor of the balcony, before he followed her down the stairs. When he got there, he saw her being accosted by her mother in the parlor. 

 


'Where have you been?' Her mother hissed, her fingers digging into Addy's upper arm. 

 


'Ow, Mother. What does it matter where I was? I was staying out of trouble,' Addy retorted mockingly. Sirius assumed she'd gotten a similar lecture to his prior. 

 


'Staying out of trouble? You've been drinking!' 

 


'So, what if I have?' Addy shrugged. 

 


'So, people will think you're a harlot!'  

 


'So? I don't care what people think of me.' 

 


'You should care. You'll never get any prospective suitors with your behavior.' 

 


'Good. I don't want to get married anyway.' 

 


Her mother then drew back her hand and slapped her hard across the cheek. Addy recoiled and clutched at her cheek, turning back to scowl at her mother. 'You will do as you are told and fulfill your duty to your family. We'll be lucky if we can get rid of you, with the reputation you've gotten.' 

 


'I could just leave and make both of us happy,' Addy hissed back. 

 


'And where would you go? It's not like there's anyone else who would take you in. Everyone's aware of how much of a disappointment you are.' Sirius frowned as her mother stalked past, back toward the ballroom, and Addy shot a crude hand gesture at her back. 


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