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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 14: Chapter 14

 

In early December, after the first quidditch practice the Gryffindors had after Will had broken up with Addy, Alice decided ice cream was needed, even though Addy told her otherwise (she would have rather had firewhiskey); so, they went to the kitchens. Marlene decided to tag along, as she was sometimes want to do; since joining the quidditch team they had hung out more often. With Alice there as a buffer (she was much more outgoing than Addy), she didn't feel quite so awkward around Marlene. 'Honestly Alice, ice cream really isn't necessary, I'm not wallowing.'

'But you said you could use a drink, and this is the best we can do.'

Addy frowned. 'But that's always true...'

'What is?'

'That I could use a drink.'

'I think we could get butterbeer,' Marlene interjected.

Addy paused, a spoonful of chocolate and raspberry ice cream halfway to her mouth, with raised eyebrows. Marlene smiled and called a house elf over. 'Can we get some butterbeer too?'

'Certainly misses.' The house elf scurried off and came back seconds later with three butterbeers.

'So, what're we drinkin to?' Marlene asked as she held up her bottle.

'To silly boys being cocks,' Addy held her bottle up too and Marlene sniggered. 'And being better off without 'em.'

'Oi, not all boys are cocks!' Alice said with mock indignation.

Addy chuckled. 'Mind, I said silly boys.'

'Besides,' Marlene added, 'Frank's not a boy, he's a man.'

'Fair point,' Alice said, raising her bottle.

'Cheers,' they said, clinking their bottles together. As they all took large swigs of their butterbeer, there was a loud laugh from the entrance to the kitchens, and Addy turned round to see four familiar boys entering. They paused upon seeing the girls.

'Speak of the devils,' Marlene muttered from her spot opposite. Alice and Addy sniggered. James smirked, Remus smiled, Sirius frowned, and Peter squeaked. What was with that boy?

They sauntered over to the table the girls were sat at and plopped themselves down around them. 'What are you lot doing here?' James asked.

Addy grinned. 'Toasting my freedom.'

'Here, here!' Marlene clinked her bottle to Addy's again.

Remus smiled. 'I didn't know you knew where the kitchens were.'

Addy smiled back at him. 'I'm told I'm full of surprises,' she said with a shrug.

'I suppose you are,' he said, his eyebrows raised. About that time a house elf came over and James placed their 'order' of various treats. Addy noticed then that Sirius was being rather quiet and staring sullenly at the table, so she nudged him with her toe under the table.

'Why so serious?' Marlene snorted with laughter, causing Addy to chuckle. Sirius scowled back at her and remained quiet while his mates seemed to be suppressing smiles; they continued their chatter as the house elf brought back their treats.

'Did you come here straight from practice?' James asked.

'Whatever gave you that idea?' Marlene deadpanned.

'You're still wearing your practice kits,' Peter offered.

Addy couldn't help but smile. 'Didn't realize we'd have anyone to impress in the kitchen. We'll put on our dress robes next time.'

Remus chuckled. 'I think you still look fine.'

'Oh, we look fine.'

'Don't think we smell so fine, do we?' Marlene said, raising her arm and pushing her armpit toward Remus's nose. Remus leaned away with a yelp, trying to push Marlene back. Everyone laughed. Everyone except Sirius. Sirius stabbed moodily at his food with a fork. Addy pulled out her wand, muttered 'lumos,' and proceeded to poke him with it from across the table. He stopped his stabbing and glanced at her wand, then looked over at her blankly.

'What are you doing?'

'Trying to get you to lighten the fuck up,' Addy said, smiling sweetly. Marlene laughed loudly. James and Remus froze, and Peter looked apprehensive. Sirius's eyes flashed before his face became impassive. Shite. Addy knew that look. She had worn it herself a tidy few times. He slapped his fork down on the table and wordlessly stood up and left the kitchen. Silence ensued. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Addy jumped up from the table herself and quickly followed him into the corridor. 'Sirius!' She saw his shoulders tense and he seemed to quicken his pace. 'Sirius, please! Wait up! I'm sorry!' He stopped suddenly but didn't turn round, and Addy hurried around to stand in front of him. He was breathing deeply and staring at the ground. 'Look, I'm sorry. I was only taking the mick, I didn't mean to upset you.'

Sirius looked up at her slowly, his jaw clenched. 'You didn't.'

Yeah. Right. Because these are the actions of someone who's calm. 'What's wrong? You've just got your wand in a knot for no reason?'

His eyes narrowed. 'You wouldn't understand.'

She quirked a brow. 'Try me.'

Sirius took another deep breath, staring blankly at her, seeming to consider her. Addy crossed her arms over her chest. 'I got a letter from home,' he said finally.

Addy frowned. 'Oh...' She uncrossed her arms. 'Was it...one of those letters?' He shot her a confused look. 'You know, the 'You're such a disappointment, you've brought shame to our family, blah blah blah...'

He smiled sadly. 'Something like that,' he said quietly.

Addy nodded. 'I'm sorry. Those are hard to get. They usually put me in a strop too.'

Sirius frowned. 'You get letters like that?'

'All the time,' she nodded. 'Did you not notice we've been in the same boat this whole time?'

His expression softened and he gave her a small smile. 'Yeah, I suppose we are, aren't we?'

Addy nodded again. 'Shame all we have to remedy the situation is butterbeer and ice cream.'

Sirius smirked. 'I have some firewhiskey.'

Her eyes went wide. 'And why did you come to the kitchen then?'

He shrugged. 'That lot convinced me to.'

Addy waved her hand. 'Well forget about them then. Let's go have a proper drink, yeah?'

Sirius smiled, shaking his head. 'Yeah, why not?'

'Exactly,' she grinned. They headed toward Gryffindor Tower, walking in companionable silence for a while. 'So, did you do something specific to warrant this love letter, or does she just send them at random?'

Sirius looked at Addy sideways. 'She?'

'Your mother. S'pose I shouldn't assume. S'my mother usually sends me letters. She does most of the yelling and slapping, though it's my father I have to worry about. Baubles,' she said to the fat lady. The portrait swung open and they climbed through the hole into the common room.

'You're worried about your father?' Sirius questioned, when they reached the stairs leading to the boys' dorms.

'Mm,' Addy hummed in response. 'He's the one that punishes me.' They continued in silence into his room. Addy's nose scrunched in protest of the smell when they entered. Sirius crossed to what Addy assumed was his four-poster, and rummaged underneath it for a moment, finally emerging with a half empty bottle of firewhiskey. Addy quirked a brow in question.

Sirius shrugged. 'It was like this when I took it.'

'Half empty?'

'I prefer to think of it as half full.' She rolled her eyes. He sat against the wall on the floor near his bed and Addy crossed the room and sat next to him as he opened the bottle and took a large gulp. Sirius passed her the bottle and began talking quietly as she took a few small swigs. The burning wouldn't allow Addy to gulp it as Sirius had. 'It was my mother sent then the letter.' Addy turned her head toward him. 'She was basically summing up my misdeeds for the term. Joining the quidditch team. Beating Slytherin. Getting owls sent home for detention. Setting up a skating ring on the fifth floor.'

Addy laughed out loud. 'I thought that was you lot. That was bloody brilliant.'

Sirius smiled wryly. 'Course my mother doesn't think so.'

She waved at him lazily. 'Yeah, what does she know anyway? She's no sense of humor, just like my mother. They're terribly dull, the lot of them.' He turned his head toward her and smiled while seeming to debate something internally. She sipped the firewhiskey and watched him patiently. Finally, he seemed to work up some courage.

'Dara?'

She smiled. 'Hmm?'

'Why are you worried about your father?' The smile slipped off Addy's face and she looked down at the bottle in her hands. She hadn't been expecting that. 'You don't have to answer that if you don't want to,' Sirius said quietly.

Addy paused, debating how much she wanted to divulge, but in the end, she decided she could tell him. She could trust him, because he would understand. She looked back up at Sirius; he was chewing his lip, watching her quietly, waiting. 'When we were eight,' she said quietly, 'I became mates with a muggle boy at the park. My governess was old and she would fall asleep on the bench, so I guess she didn't know to scold me, and I didn't know...there was anything wrong with it...' She sighed. 'Aludra didn't usually go, she didn't like to get dirty, but then one day she did....when she saw me playing with him...' Addy shook her head, closing her eyes. 'Of course, she told on me. She's their perfect little puppet. She would never do anything against their wishes. And apparently felt it was her. Duty. To prevent me from 'misbehaving.' My mother never said anything. She only frowned at me. That right there should have tipped me off. She's usually screaming at me. It's dangerous when she's quiet..any roads, my father pulled me into his study...and he cursed me.'

It was quiet for a moment, then Sirius said, 'he...cursed you?' Addy nodded. 'How...w-what kind of curse?'

She shrugged. 'His own creation. Some sort of burning curse.'

'Burn? Where...?' Addy set the bottle down and turned toward Sirius, pulling her jumper up to reveal the gnarled scar across her right ribcage. Seemingly without thinking, he reached a hand up to her side and ran his thumb over the discolored flesh. A shiver ran down her spine and her breath caught in her throat. Well that was certainly different. She looked up at him and he held her gaze. It seemed almost as if time stood still, then just like that, the spell was broken when the door swung open suddenly. Sirius's hand dropped and Addy let her jumper fall back down as both their heads snapped to the door. James, Remus, and Peter stopped, surveying the room curiously. James quirked a brow, Peter's eyes widened, and Remus smirked. What was that about? Addy's brow knitted in confusion.

'We wondered where you two got to,' Remus said casually.

James looked between them, eyes narrowed. 'What were you two doing?'

Addy stood, wiping imaginary dirt from her trousers. 'Just talking about our shitty families,' she smiled and looked back down at Sirius. 'Thanks for the drink.'

He nodded. 'You don't have to leave.'

'No, no, it's fine. It's getting late, and I still have to finish that essay for potions that's due tomorrow.' Sirius grimaced and James cursed softly. 'Seems like I'm not alone there,' she smiled. 'I'll see you lot tomorrow.' She waved as she crossed the room and was met with a few grunts in farewell before she closed the door behind her, sighing deeply.

'She has no idea you fancy her, does she?' Remus said once Addy's footsteps could be heard retreating down the stairs.

'I don't fancy her.'

'Come off it!' James laughed.

'I don't fancy her! I don't fancy anyone. She's just...'

'Fit?' Peter pipped up.

Sirius rolled his eyes. 'I was going to say, my mate.'

'She is fit though,' Remus said, laughing when Sirius threw a pillow at his head.

Next day Addy was meeting up with Sam after dinner. They would still talk during Herbology, the only class they had together, and when they would bump into each other elsewhere, as well as get together every few weeks. He had also made the Hufflepuff quidditch team, as a chaser, and they would usually go out to the pitch, either to fly, or sometimes they would go under the stands to smoke. Sometimes John would come along, which Addy didn't mind. He had never really wronged her, and he was a decent bloke. Plus, half the time he was the one with the supply. That night however, it was just the two of them that were sat underneath the far stands, smoking and talking quietly. Sam was becoming one of Addy's closest mates, aside from Alice. He was good about listening but would still tell her all about himself as well. He told her of how both his parents were muggleborn and had gone to Hogwarts and were both in Hufflepuff, how he was an only child and growing up his dad was his best friend; they would take flights together and he taught him how to play quidditch when he was young. He talked about how his favorite subject was Herbology and he wanted to be a Herbologist. Sam made Addy feel so comfortable, they could probably just sit like that and talk for hours; of course, the thing they were smoking probably didn't hurt. And it certainly didn't hurt that Addy thought he was beautiful with his light brown hair and dark brown eyes, and chiseled cheekbones, and was still harboring a secret fancy for him, so she could just sit and stare at him for hours really. And listen to him talk with that beautiful Scottish accent. She thought everything about him was beautiful really.

 

Christmas Holiday was quickly upon them, and soon Addy was holed away at Nott Manor, attempting to avoid the horrible people she was unlucky enough to call her family. That year the society gathering was to be held at their place, so Addy unfortunately had to make more of an appearance and greet the guests. She was sure she had to suppress the urge to chunder no less than ten times that night. Once dinner was over, Addy was attempting to make her quiet exit when both Avery and Mulciber cornered her together. She had managed to mostly avoid them so far that year, and apparently her luck had run out. They proceeded to croon and touch her, muttering vulgarities at her. 'Let me go, please,' she said quietly.

'Not until you agree to dance with me,' Avery said as he caressed her cheek, causing her to wince as if he had struck her.

'I think it's time you let the lady go.' Addy looked up to see Sirius standing behind them. She was too upset by that point to feel any sort of relief.

'She hardly qualifies as a lady,' Mulciber muttered.

'This doesn't concern you, Black,' Avery said, not bothering to turn around.

Sirius looked at her, his eyes searching hers, as she struggled to steady her breathing. He cut between Avery and Mulciber and grabbed her hand. 'Dance with me?' He asked, tugging her forward.

'Ok,' Addy said shakily.

He held her closer than usual, and she crumbled into his embrace, trying to stop herself shaking. 'Are you alright?' He asked after a while.

'Yeah...I think so,' she said quietly. 'Thank you,' she looked up at him finally and he smiled.

'No problem.' He glanced around. 'Wanna get out of here?'

She exhaled deeply. 'Yes, please.'

They swiped a bottle of firewhiskey on the way past the drinks table before they completed a circle round the room and deftly waltzed out the door of the ballroom into the hall beyond. They snuck up to Addy's room and settled themselves on the terrace. 'What was that about?' Sirius asked as she gulped down the firewhiskey, ignoring the burning in her throat. He looked at her with wide eyes when she finally handed him the bottle.

Addy shrugged and he took the bottle from her hand. 'They like to bother me. They always have. Last year Avery told me he'd make me his...' She frowned, taking the bottle back and drinking again.

'They're prats,' he said, taking the bottle again.

Addy shook her head. 'They're arseholes. They're...dickheads. They're...' She groaned in frustration.

'Yes, exactly,' Sirius said.

Addy smirked at him. 'You know for a while there you were a bit of a prat yourself?' He quirked a brow at her. 'Actually, you're still a bit of a prat sometimes.' He scoffed. 'I mean that in the most endearing way possible,' she said with a grin.

'The highest form of praise, really.' He smirked, then frowned. 'That's why Sharon said she was breaking up with me.'

Addy looked up at the starry sky above them. 'Oh, that's right. I'd forgotten you went with her...she broke up with you?' She turned to look at him and he shrugged, not looking particularly bothered.

'Said I was an immature prat.'

'Ah. That's why Will broke up with me,' Addy nodded.

'Because you're an immature prat?'

'No, because he's an immature prat.'

'He said he was breaking up with you because he's an immature prat?'

'Not in so many words.'

'Huh?'

'Subtitles.'

'Subtitles?'

Addy sighed. 'He didn't actually give me a reason. But it always seemed to bother him that I didn't want to snog him in front of people. Apparently doing it in private wasn't good enough, so he broke up with me,' she shrugged. 'Because he's an immature prat.'

'Are you sure that's why if he didn't tell you a reason?'

'Well since he immediately moved on with someone who would snog him in public, and I'm pretty sure he didn't even wait to break up with me before he moved on, and he always complained about it...'

Sirius was quiet for a moment. 'You're right. He is an immature prat.'

Addy smiled. 'Thank you.'

'Snogging you in private would be good enough,' he mumbled, and she felt her cheeks burn. 'Unless you're a rubbish snog, in which case he wouldn't have wanted to snog you in public at all...'

'I am not a rubbish snog!'

'How would you know?'

Addy huffed. 'Maybe you're a rubbish snog.'

'I am not.'

'How would you know?' She said mockingly.

'I've been told I'm an excellent snog!'

'Yeah? By what, one person?' His mouth opened and closed a few times and she sniggered at how ridiculous he looked. 'Excuse me if I don't take your word for it-'

He cut her off by quickly pushing his lips to hers. She was so surprised she started, pulling back with wide eyes. He looked back at her nervously, searching her face. The empty bottle of firewhiskey sat next to them. They were both pissed at that point. Addy decided she didn't care in a split second before kissing him again. His lips were soft and he tasted of the firewhiskey they had drank. He smelled like cinnamon and his touch felt electric as he held her face in his hands, then wrapped his arms around her waist, up her back. She ran her fingers through his soft hair, then wrapped her arms around his neck. He was right. He was an excellent snog. Once they ran out of air, they seemed to decide mutually they should come up for air. They finally pulled apart, breathing heavily. Sirius smirked back at Addy and she chuckled at how ridiculous he looked again with his hair at odd angles, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen. He looked a right state. She was sure she wasn't any better.

'Well?'

Addy suppressed a smile. 'Alright. I concede the point.'

Sirius grinned. 'I told you.' She quirked a brow at him. He bit his bottom lip and his gaze traveled to hers. 'You're not so bad either.'

Addy smirked. 'Gee, thanks.' He chuckled and ruffled her hair, making her laugh.


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