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Nothing Short of a Miracle by these eyes shine

Format: Novel
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 6,501
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Humor, Romance
Characters: Lupin, Snape, Sirius, James, Lily, Pettigrew, Voldemort, OC
Pairings: Sirius/OC

First Published: 06/19/2006
Last Chapter: 07/17/2006
Last Updated: 07/17/2006

Summary:

Gorgeous banner made by katie2s8 at the dark arts! Meet Tilden Hathaway, a young girl ready to begin her final year at Hogwarts. She’s finally able to escape her family, or so she thinks. Also, she finds love in the most unexpected place, and it brings her nothing short of a miracle. R&R! ON HOLD FOR NOW!


Chapter 1: For You I Will
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Chapter 1: For You I Will

“Tilden! Get down here at once!” A shrill voice came from down stairs in the kitchen. Gabriella had been calling my name for the past five minutes. I don’t know how she lives when I go off to school, because I do all the cooking, all the cleaning, and everything!

I hate this house, and the two people living in it. I doubt they like me either. I don’t know why. I haven’t done anything to them. I’ve only done everything for them.

“I’m coming!” I shouted back softly, hurriedly throwing on ripped jeans and a white and navy striped tank top over my petite, hour-glass figure. Shivering, I grabbed my short white jacket.

“TILDEN!” Gabriella barked.

“I’m bloody coming!” I bellowed wearily, tired of hearing her brutal voice. She truly was the epitome of an evil stepmother, and her daughter was no better.

My bare feet thudded against the wooden stairs, as I practically sprinted down them. I scurried into the kitchen, preparing to make breakfast for them.

Like I said, they don’t do anything in this house. I bet Gabriella hires someone to do the housework when I’m gone.

Gabriella sat with perfect posture at the table, her pointed nose turned upward as her dark green eyes flickered over me. Holding her thin lips in a straight line, she gave me a disapproving glance.

“It’s a shame you don’t look like your mother.” She ridiculed me. “She was such a beautiful woman. And well, you’re not even close.”

Ironically, I hear that I am a splitting image of my mother, at least that’s what my father used to tell me. I wouldn’t know though, I never met her; I’ve only heard breathtaking stories about her. My father genuinely loved my mother… I wish I got to meet her. His blue eyes sparkled whenever he spoke of her, it’s a shame she died due to child birth complications. I blame myself for my mother’s death after all she was giving birth to me.

I always wonder why my father chose to marry such a malevolent and cruel woman, especially when his first wife was so gentle and kind. What had he seen in her? Perhaps what brought them together was the mourning of their spouses, or then again maybe not. Maybe my father really loved her, and she him, after all she wept a lot when he died so many years ago.

“Thanks.” I smiled with false sweetness, blowing a blonde bang from my face. I was used to her rude comments by now.

“Don’t be smart with me young lady.” Gabriella retorted, narrowing her eyes.

“I wasn’t stepmother.”

“Tilden Elise.” She warned viciously. I didn’t answer her; instead I focused on cooking breakfast. After all the years of living in this damned house with them, I’ve realized not talk back or I would receive a nice slap across the face.

A few minutes later, Guinevere came waltzing in the kitchen, to sit across from her mother at the table. She was a pretty girl, much prettier than her mother. Gwen had straight, raven black hair that fell past her mid-back and dark forest green eyes. Her pale skin gave elegance to her tall and long-limbed body, but she did have curves in the right places. Her face was rounder and not as pointed, but it still held the haughtiness that her mother’s did.

“Good morning.” She smiled brightly at her mother, and then turned to look at me and scoffed. I honestly don’t care what she does or says. Even if Gwen is beautiful on the outside, she certainly isn’t on the inside.

“Are you ready for the start of term?” Gabriella asked her proudly though I’m sure she didn’t care. As long as her daughter looked great, she could care less what her grades were.

“Yes, very much so, I want to see my friends again.”

“That’s lovely, dear. Have you met any charming young men lately?”

“Too many, mother, I can’t get rid of some.” She flipped her raven hair arrogantly.

I snorted. Oh please, Gwen, you’re not that likable.

“Do you have a problem or something, Tilden?” She spat venomously. “Or are you just jealous because you can’t get one boy?” Gwen finished with a smirk.

Can’t you feel the love? I sure can.

“I have no problem whatsoever, and I am very jealous of you and your immense beauty.” I added in a sarcastic tone. Before she or Gabriella could react I intervened again. “Breakfast is served.” I smiled breezily, placing a plate of delicious foods in front of them.

“Tilden, would you please finish packing my trunk for me?” Gwen asked, as she delicately ate her food.

“Are you serious?” I gaped.

I am not packing her trunk! She’s seventeen, for Merlin’s sake, she can do it herself.

Gwen just batted her dark lashes in response. “No.” I replied sternly. “You can do that yourself.”

“TILDEN!” Gabriella screeched. “Don’t ever speak to your sister like that!”

“She’s not my sister.”

“How dare you be so rude!”

“I’m not being rude! I’m being fair, Gabriella.”

“In ten minutes that trunk better be packed Tilden.”

“I haven’t eaten and we have to leave in less than an hour!” I sighed.

“Then you better pack quickly.”

“Gabriella.” I pleaded.

“Go, you wicked girl!” She yelled pointing up the stairs.

“Yes ma’am.” I sighed, making my way up the stairs. I walked down the hallway towards Gwen’s room. She had the second largest room in the house, while I got stuck with a hall closet even when there is a guest bedroom.

I hate this house.

I hate the people living in it.

I hate the memories it brings back to me.

Gwen was wrong. Her trunk wasn’t even half packed. She hadn’t even started! Everything was spread out on the floor and over the large, fluffy bed.

Kneeling down, I studied the room. I have only been able to enter this room once since my father married Gabriella. This used to be my room. The room where my father read me fairytales every night before I fell asleep, the room where he’d run around chasing me and tickling me, this was my room, my sanctuary.

But it’s not anymore.

I sighed, beginning to fold the wrinkled clothes on the floor.

Nothing in this house is mine anymore.

- - - - -


“Hurry up!” Gabriella called to me from over her shoulder, flipping her dark hair.

Gwen and her mother waltzed quickly through Kings Cross Station as if they owned it. I lugged behind, probably because I was pushing a cart of two full trunks.

“We’re going to be late!”

“It’s not my fault Gwen doesn’t know how to pack.” I muttered under my breath. I was seriously running to catch up to them, but the trunks permitted me to do so.

My arms ached, as well as my back. I was exhausted, and we had just reached Platform 9¾. I waited patiently for my turn to run through the barrier.

One.. I inhaled.

Two. I exhaled.

Three! I took in a quick breath before ramming myself, and the cart, through the barrier with all my might. Though, it felt like as if I wasn’t pushing at all, like I didn’t do anything.

Hmm, that seemed easier than I thought, especially while wearing navy ballet flats.

Then I felt someone’s hands covering mine, a male’s hands. I could feel the callous’ and rough skin, though it was a pleasurable feeling against my soft skin.

I tilted my head upwards, and made eye contact with sparkling gray eyes.

Sirius Black.

He was still attractive as I remember him being, possibly even more attractive. He easily towered a foot over my barely five foot two frame, and his shaggy, dark hair fell lazily in his eyes. His eyes were simply breathtaking, a dazzling bluish gray color. I could feel his toned arms and chest against my back. But, as beautiful as he was, he was still an arrogant asshole who lived to annoy the hell out of me.

“Tiny Til.” He beamed down at me, using the horrid nickname he gave me the first day of school.

“Black.” I tightly smiled.

“Aw, don’t I get a thank you?” He teased, tightening his grip over my small hands.

“Thank you.” I said with a sarcastic tone of voice. “Now, remove your hands.”

“What about a please?” He grinned, flipping his dark hair from his eyes. “I thought you’d have better manners, Hathaway.”

“I’m surprised you know what manners are.” I scoffed. “Now, remove your hands, please.”

“You take the fun out of everything.” He chuckled, taking his hands from mine. “Do you need help with those trunks?”

“No, I’m fine, thanks.” I said, scanning the platform for my beloved family.

“Are you sure?” He asked again, stepping to the side of me.

“Positive.” I smiled breezily. “Oh, no.” I sighed, spotting Gabriella chatting with Mrs. Black, Sirius’ aunt.

“What?” He asked, giving me a questioning look.

“TILDEN! You wretched child, get over here!” Gabriella hollered across the platform.

“Oh.” He whispered knowingly. “I’ll talk to you later then.”

“I guess.” I shrugged, beginning to push the heavy cart towards them. I could feel my aunt’s glare on me, as I kept my eyes on the cart of trunks. I heard her nasty remarks about me to Mrs. Black, who I knew detested me, and I did her, as well as all of the bigoted Blacks.

The Black family was one of the most extremist pureblooded family of all the wizardry world.

Yet, Sirius was different. Sirius wasn’t like them at all.

“It’s about time. What took you so long? And why were you talking to him?”

“Well, it’s not my fault I have to carry all this luggage. And to whom was I talking to?” I asked innocently, batting my lashes up at her.

“You very well know. To that blood traitor, Sirius.” Mrs. Black spat at me.

His name caught the attention of Gwen, who had been gossiping endlessly with Narcissa Black, her best friend. Narcissa was his cousin, and like all of the other Blacks, she was a Slytherin along with Gwen. Narcissa, I had to admit, is a very pretty girl. She’s tall and thin, with long blonde hair and a pale complexion. Although, she would be prettier if she didn’t constantly hold a look of revulsion on her otherwise attractive features.

“He helped me.” I weakly smiled.

“Don’t ever speak with him again.” Gabriella warned.

“Why not? He’s my friend.”

Friend? Oh, lord.

“He’s a blood traitor!” Mrs. Black whispered harshly.

“He’s a good person.” I defended. “He’s a better person than any of you will ever be.”

I was actually defending Sirius Black. Wow, that’s something you don’t see everyday.

“You wretched girl! How dare you!”

I’ve had enough. After ten years. I’ve had enough of her and her daughter.

“Shut up.” I muttered under my breath.

“Don’t speak to me like that! After all of these years! After raising you and giving you everything you needed!” She shrieked.

“You gave me nothing.” I scoffed. “You gave me nothing! I did everything! You did nothing, Gabriella!” I yelled defiantly, not caring if we were making a scene.

Slap.

“Shut up.” Gabriella said poisonously.

I put a hand to my cheek; I could feel the heat of the redness from her blow. I held back the tears that threatened to fall.

I would not let her get the best of me.

“I hate you.” I said coldly, kicking Gwen’s trunk from the cart, and running away as quickly as I could. Gabriella’s harsh voice echoed throughout the station, calling for me.

I wasn’t going back to her, nor will I ever again. I’m never going home, because ever since my father died, it wasn’t my home, it was my prison.

I swerved through the crowd of happy families saying farewell to their children. It killed me; it only made me want my father back more than anything in the world. I miss him, I miss him so much.

Before I knew it, a few tears began to fall from my round blue eyes.

My vision was a little hazy, but I found my way to the train. But Sirius stood out so clearly, standing there next to the train, gazing at me intently. I couldn’t read his emotion, but I knew he understood. He had probably gone through something worse than me, because his actual family hated him.

“Are you going to stand there and stare or help me with my trunk?” I snapped at him, sniffling slightly.

He didn’t have to answer, instead he just grabbed my trunk, and put it on the train.

“Thank you.” I whispered before I walked onto the train. It was a barely audible murmur, but I knew he heard me from the sparkle in his deep gray eyes.

- - - - -


The sun shone through the compartment windows, as I lounged across the seats, waiting for Lily to find me. I tapped my feet against the wall in a bored manner, wondering what was taking her so long. The train had left at least an hour ago.

As luck would have it, the pretty red head waltzed through the door, her thin body moving gracefully.

“TILLIE!” She exclaimed, as I jumped up from my place, to embrace my best friend.

“Lily Evans, I missed you.” I smiled widely, as I hugged her tightly. As she pulled away, I noticed the shiny silver badge on her tidy uniform. “You’re head girl!” I squealed, hugging her again.

Lily was quite possibly the smartest in our year, and by all means Head Girl material. And not only did Lily have brains, but she was one of the prettiest in our year as well, with long auburn locks, emerald green eyes, and porcelain skin. Now wonder James Potter was so crazy about her.

“I know!” she said ecstatically. “But you’ll never believe who the head boy is!” Her mood darkened, as her green eyes narrowed.

“Remus isn’t that bad, Lily.” I laughed, sitting back down, as she took the seat across from me.

“It isn’t Remus.”

“Oh.”

“It’s… Potter. James Potter! He wasn’t even a bloody prefect.” She sneered, her fists balling. Lily had always had a fiery personality, but she was level-headed as well.

“Lily, he’s not that bad.”

“He asked me out twenty times in the first five minutes of the Heads meeting!”

“Oh, so that’s where you were.” I said, nodding, changing the subject. Lily was impossible when she complained about James, though she seemed to do it a lot.

“Yeah, I’m really excited.” She said, studying me. Her eyes seemed to travel across my face, and she stopped on my cheek. “Oh my god!” She gasped. “What on earth happened to you?”

“Nothing. I’m fine, really.” I smiled a small smile.

“The wicked witch did it, didn’t she?” She said, her voice becoming bitter.

“What do you think?” I replied emotionlessly.

“Why’d she do it?”

“Because... I stood up for…someone.” I said hesitantly.

“For who? Why would she care?”

“For…Sirius.” I murmured. “She was with the Blacks, and you know how they are...”

“For Sirius?!” She shrieked with surprise.

“Yes. For Sirius.” I said calmly.

“Oh, lord! What’s the world coming to?” She asked sarcastically, chuckling.

“Lily.” I laughed. “Shut up.”

“You should go get changed, Til. We’re almost there.” She said, giving me a pointed look.

“That would probably be a good idea.” I agreed, gathering my uniform. “I’ll be back.” I smiled at her, before entering the hallway.

I walked slowly down to the changing rooms, as many of the younger students passed me, giving me questioning glances. I shrugged them off, and kept walking towards my destination.

Lucky for me there was one changing compartment open.

Sighing, I looked into the small mirror. A bruise was definitely forming over the tender skin of my cheek.

I began to strip down to my underwear, and then pulled the white dress shirt on. I buttoned it half way up, and bent down to grab my skirt.

And then I saw it.

I saw the most disgusting rat I’ve ever seen. Its beady black eyes were staring up at me, and its fat little body moved quickly towards me.

I screamed loudly, pulling on my skirt, or at least somewhat, before I grabbed my belongings and sprinted back down the hall towards my compartment.

Panting, I opened the door only to find that our compartment was filled with the Marauders, all except for Peter Pettigrew. The Marauders, as the dubbed themselves, were the mischief makers of the school, as well as the most gifted students.

James Potter, with his messy black hair, sat closely to Lily, as she looked at him with disgust. James was very attractive. His hazel eyes were visible under a pair of black rimmed glasses. He was tall, and lean, from being an expert seeker on the Gryffindor quidditch team.

Remus Lupin sat across from them, reading a book as always. His sandy brown hair fell in brown eyes. Remus was an exceptionally smart boy, as well as very quiet. Though, being a Marauder, he does have an underestimated mischievous side.

Peter Pettigrew seemed to be the most inferior of the Marauders. He was not gifted, nor was he the least bit attractive. He was short and fat with a squeaky voice, beady eyes, and a sharp nose. Personally, I don’t know how the Marauders put up with him; perhaps they just keep him around to boost their already big egos.

And then there was Sirius, his eyes lingering hungrily on my exposed skin as I burst through the door. He let out a low whistle.

“Uh…” I stuttered out, taking a seat next to Remus. I looked down at the floor, while finishing buttoning my shirt, though I never buttoned it all the way up. I tried to avoid everyone’s curious glances.

“That’s a good look for you, Hathaway.” Sirius smirked at me, his grey eyes shimmering with amusement.

“Shut up, Black.” I snapped, fixing my skirt.

“Were you the one that screamed?” Lily asked me inquiringly.

“Yes.” I said evenly, pulling on my gold flats.

“What…what… happened?” Remus stammered, trying not to stare.

“There was a hideous rat in the changing rooms!” I shrieked.

“A rat, eh?” James laughed.

“Yes, it was disgusting.” I retorted.

James, Sirius, and Remus exchanged amused glances, and then all burst out laughing.

“Stop laughing at me!” I whined, searching for my tie.

“Looking for this…” Sirius managed out between chuckles as he held up a scarlet and gold striped tie.

“Yes, give it to me!”

He held it above his head, smirking his trademark smirk.

Though, it is a good look for him…

No, no it’s not! He’s so damn annoying!

“That’s not fair, Black.” I whined, jumping up trying to reach it.

“It’s plenty fair, besides I thought you had manners.”

“Please?” I smiled, batting my lashes up at him playfully.

“Ah, no.” He smirked wider.

“Sirius Black, give me my tie!”

“Or what?”

“I’ll seriously hurt you.”

“Siriusly?” He asked.

“Ugh, you’re impossible.” I sighed, sitting back down.

“Ah, here, don’t worry that pretty head of yours, Tillie.” He smiled, taking the empty seat next to me.

I bit my lip, as I tied the tie neatly, though not too tight. Satisfied with my appearance, I smiled and leaned back against the seat. My shoulders grazed both Remus and Sirius as I was squished in the middle of them.

Remus would blush every time I shifted a bit, but Sirius, being his arrogant self just smiled, wagging his eye brows suggestively. I rolled my eyes, and elbowed him in the arm every time.

“Lily…have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” James said coyly, putting an arm around her.

“NO! POTTER, NO! THE ANSWER IS NO!” She yelled in frustration, taking his arm away from her body.

I smiled, thinking about how every year at Hogwarts starts out in this way. Maybe not so intense, but nothing has seemed to change between us through the years. Lily and I have always been best friends, who despised the Marauders… the only girls in the school to do so.

Even if it is our last year, I expect nothing to change between any of us. Then again… you never know.


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Chapter 2: My Eyes Burn
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Chapter 2: My Eyes Burn

A tender breeze caressed my face, twirling the long blonde tendrils about. I smiled, inhaling the crisp autumn air of the night. I brought my hands across my robe-covered arms as I shivered, but still I closed my eyes in pure bliss.

Lily giggled, linking arms with mine as I opened my eyes. “I wish I could walk with you, but I have to go and speak with the Headmaster before the Sorting Ceremony and such.” She gave me a poignant, but reassuring smile.

“It’s okay, duty calls.” I laughed, squeezing her arm with mine. She laughed along with me, and then proceeded to the front as an eager James Potter followed her. “Evans, wait! I’ve got to ask you something!” He never gives up, does he?

“Hi.” A familiar male came to walk beside me. “I didn’t want you walking by yourself.” Sirius gave me a faint smile.

“That’s nice of you.” I smiled up at him, his grey eyes sparkling as they always do.

“I can be a nice guy.” He chuckled.

“Of course you can.” I grinned. “But that doesn’t mean you always are.”

He scratched his head a bit awkwardly, messing up his dark hair. “Yeah…I know.” He agreed finally, his voice gentle. “I just wanted to make sure… you’re alright.” He held my gaze tenderly, for he knew what it was like to be hurt by your own family.

“I hope I’m alright.” I replied softly, tearing my eyes from his. His gaze was too strong for me.

“I hope so, too.” He said, and from his tone of voice, I knew he meant it. He leaned down, so his lips touched my ear ever so lightly. “I know you’re strong, but sometimes it’s better to cry.” He whispered, before he raised his head up, smiling at me lightly.

“Uh…” I said, my lips agape, astonished by his sudden kindness. This was a side of Sirius I had never seen before. He chuckled quietly, placing his arm around me in a comforting way, my head falling between the crook of his arm and his shoulder. “You’re a bit cold.”

“Really? I never knew.” I mock gasped. “How’d you guess?”

He shook his head, laughing still. His laugh was rough and husky, but at the same time gentle and soothing.

I liked it. I liked his laugh.

“Oh, so you like my laugh?” He smiled, pulling me closer towards him.

“Uh…” I meekly stuttered, pulling back a bit. “Did…did I say that out loud?” I questioned him, looking down at the ground.

“Indeed.” I could tell he was smirking by his voice. “I think that’s the one of the best complements I’ve gotten from a girl.” I snorted in reply, as we stopped walking, the students passing by us with curious looks. “I mean it.” He insisted, putting his finger under my chin. His touch was warm, as he lifted my face up to meet his eyes. His gaze went from my eyes, to my bruised cheek as he caressed it with his hand softly. I blushed, wondering if he could feel my cheeks heating up.

I never blushed…why was Sirius, of all people making me blush…

This is just too much in one day…

“Does it hurt?” He asked suddenly, still tracing the bruise, though I had a feeling he wasn’t talking about that bruise.

“Yes.” I whispered.

“I know.” He smiled sadly. “My mum and I got in a really bad row, you know, she was saying all these horrible things, some even about you, because ‘I’m a blood traitor’ and how I don’t support…the dark arts I guess you could say. My dad, he also got angry at me, gave me a good slap across the face. I left Grimmauld Place this summer, for good. I stayed at the Potters…” He said suddenly, scratching his head with his free hand.

I looked at him, stunned how he had opened up to me…and he possibly stuck up for me as I did for him? How much more intense can this day get?

“I’m…really sorry, Sirius.” I said finally, my heart swelling.

“It’s fine, over and done with. At least it wasn’t in public...” He pulled me closer, and this time I didn’t pull back, because I knew that we both needed support, and we would give it to one another. “If you want to talk about it…I’ll listen.”

“I…can’t now.” I said meekly, biting my lip. “But, if I need to, you’ll be the first person I come to.”

“That’s touching, Tillie.” He sighed dreamily, placing a hand over his heart.

“Shut up.” I laughed, nudging him in the side. “We’d better get going.”

“Yeah...” We stood there for a few moments, looking at one another. In the time we’ve known each other, it was the first time that we’ve come to an understanding. “Let’s get going then.” He smiled, his grey eyes dancing as we began a peaceful walk up towards the ancient castle.

As we entered the Great Hall, it was buzzing with excitement of the new school year. I looked up at the enchanted ceiling which was portraying the calm, night sky outside. The heavy oak doors shut behind us with a ‘thud’, catching the attention of practically everyone in the Great Hall.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of all time in my opinion, looked at us with an amused expression, a certain twinkle in his blue eyes as if he knew something that we didn’t. Professor Minerva McGonagall stood up from the long table of professors, with a parchment in her hand. We were just in time for the Sorting Ceremony.

I smiled weakly, wishing that they would turn around and mind their own business. I’m outgoing, but I don’t like a lot of attention at once, it’s overwhelming.

Sirius dazzled the student body, mostly the girls, with a charming smile. The girls swooned, practically falling out of their seats, and Sirius very well knew that he had this affect on the opposite sex.

I hurried over towards the Gryffindor table, trying to ignore the suspicious gazes. Sirius took his time, walking over to his seat, taking in all the attention. I took my seat next to Lily, as Sirius took the seat across from me, and next to James.

“Miss Hathaway, Mr. Black, I’m honored that you’ve joined us.” Dumbledore said cheerfully to us, as the whole student body looked on.

“Thank you, Headmaster.” I smiled politely, though I could feel my cheeks turning pink.

“The honor is all ours, Headmaster.” Sirius grinned, followed by a chorus of giddy sighs.

“Why thank you, Mr. Black.” He smiled, glowing.

“Now for the Sorting Ceremony….” Professor McGonagall began, bringing out the famous Sorting Hat, as the nervous first years looked on. After the song, she began calling names as the first years started to get sorted.

“I can’t believe we’re seventh years.” Lily whispered to me.

“I know.” I gasped. “It’s going to be great.”

“Yeah.” She beamed, casting her attention back to the Sorting. With each new Gryffindor, we cheered clapping and hollering as they took a seat.

“Welcome back to Hogwarts for another thrilling year! And to the first years, welcome to Hogwarts! Now before we begin this delicious feast, I must say that the Forbidden Forest, and the Whooping Willow are off limits.” He said, winking over towards the Marauders for some reason that I found odd. “On a happier note, I’d like to introduce the Head Boy, James Potter, and the Head Girl, Miss Lily Evans of Gryffindor.” Cheers erupted across the hall, except for the Slytherins of course, as both Lily and James stood up. James was grinning goofily, while Lily was slightly blushing. “Now, let the feast begin!” He beamed, clapping as many trays of various foods appeared on our table.

“Mm… scrumptious.” I smiled, placing some of the delightful food on my plate. I was hungry, and I was certainly going to eat as much as I wanted.

“That good, eh?” James smiled at me, in a friendly manner of course.

“That good, Jamsie dear.” I cooed.

“Jamsie…what a nickname for you, Prongs!” Peter laughed idiotically, as James rolled his eyes.

“Don’t get too excited, Wormtail.” Sirius raised a dark eyebrow at him.

“Padfoot…” Remus said warningly.

“I’m not going to start anything, Moony. It’s Wormtail.” Sirius smiled, clapping Peter on the shoulder. Why do they call each other such odd names? “So, where were you on the train, I didn’t see you.”

“I…uh…” Peter stuttered out, turning a shade of pink.

“I think I know, Pads!” James laughed. Lily and I glanced at each other, obviously confused.

“I think we all know.” Remus agreed amusingly.

“Do you all know something we don’t?” I asked curiously, looking from one to the other.

“Possibly.” Sirius smiled mischievously.

“Why don’t you tell us then?” Lily asked eagerly. “Potter…” She smiled, hoping that he would crack under the pressure.

“It’s nothing.” He laughed.

“Oh, it’s definitely something.” I countered, giving them a pointed look.

“I’ll tell you when the time is right.” Remus smiled at me, slightly blushing.

“Remus, you know that you’re my favorite Marauder...” I smiled, making him blush more, hoping that he would give in, but I knew Remus was smarter than that. All the sudden, my shin got kicked under the table. “OW!” I winced. “Black! What was that for?”

He just smirked, raising a dark eyebrow.

“You’re so…” I trailed off, trying to find the right word.

“Good-looking, amazing, sexy…” He finished for me. “That’s so kind of you, Hathaway, I’m flattered.” He smiled. He was back to his old self once again, like that conversation we had earlier never happened.

I scrunched up my nose. “No, that wasn’t what I was going to say.”

“But you were thinking it.” He smirked.

I groaned. “Oh yeah. You caught me.” I rolled my eyes, yawning. “I think it’s about time I go to bed.”

“I guess I’ll see you in the morning,” Lily said to me, “since…I’m Head Girl and all.”

“Oh, right.” I nodded. “It’s not going to be the same without you.” I hugged her tightly. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.”

“Oh, Prongsie! I’m going to miss you so much! I can’t believe I have to wait until tomorrow to see you!” Sirius mocked me, hugging James as James winced.

I narrowed my eyes at him as I rose from my seat. “G’night boys.” I smiled at James, Peter, and Remus, and not Sirius.

“Wait.” Sirius called as I reached the stairs. I stopped in my tracks, and looked over my shoulder to see him walking towards me.

“What?” I asked him wearily.

“I wanted to walk with you.” He smiled charmingly. I merely shrugged in response as he and I began to walk up the marble stairs. We walked in silence for the most part, with a couple polite greetings to familiar faces.

“Hey Sirius!” A group of fifth year Ravenclaw girls giggled.

“Hey ladies…” He smiled at them as we walked by, and I watched them swoon pathetically.

“That’s pathetic.” I murmured, rolling my eyes.

“Jealous?” He smirked.

“Not the least bit.” I snapped.

“If you say so.” He causally leaned against the wall near the painting of the Fat Lady, the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.

“Pumpkin Juice.” I said, as the painting moved, letting us in.

“Are you going to sit down here with me, or go to bed?” He asked, a glint in his eyes.

“Um, go to bed. Why would I want to stay and talk to you?” I laughed, walking over towards the girls’ dormitory stairs, as Sirius followed me, pouting. “Goodnight, Sirius.” I patted his shoulder, about to turn around and ascend up the stairs.

“That’s one of the only times you’ve ever called me ‘Sirius’ instead of ‘Black’.” He smiled, as I stopped to look at him and raised a light eye brow.

“You usually call me Hathaway, or that horrible nickname you gave me.” I defended, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Goodnight, Tillie.” He smiled, rubbing his thumb softly over my bruised cheek.

“Night.” I said backing away, and walking up the stairs. I could feel his eyes watch me… Why was he giving me so much attention all the sudden?

I entered the seventh year girls’ dormitory, hearing the giddy voices of Nancy Reynolds and Danielle Woods. They were gushing about Sirius and James, squealing every so often. I rolled my eyes, dressing into my pajamas. Aurora Winthrop sat quietly reading a book, her dark raven hair falling in front of her face.

I laid silently in the cushy bed, eventually falling asleep, as the rain began to fall.

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Laughing hysterically, a little girl ran down a long hallway, her blonde curls bouncing wildly behind her.

“Oh Tillie.” A deep voice whispered playfully as he chased her. “I’m going to get you.” The handsome man smiled, his honey brown eyes shining with amusement.

“Nooooo.” She giggled, looking back at him quickly, her bare feet echoed louder against the wood floor as she ran faster. She turned a quick left, and opened the door that lead to a fairly large pink room…her room. She sprinted over to the closet, and speedily hid herself in it.

The brown-haired man entered the room, looking around with a bright smile on his face. The little girl couldn’t help but let out a few giggles.

“Oh where, oh where can my Tillie be?” He asked teasingly, searching through the room, causing her to let out more giggles. “I think I know.” He mused, walking over to the closet. He opened it quickly, as the blonde girl laughed.

“Daddy!” She smiled, hugging him though she barely came up to his waist.

“Tilden!” He smiled down at her, picking her little body up with ease. “It’s bedtime.”

“Nooo, I’m not sleepy.” She whined and pouted as he walked over towards her bed, and laid her down on the cushy pink bedding.

“Tilden.” He said sternly, as she fidgeted to move the covers he was laying onto of her. “I’ll read you a bedtime story.” He seemed to have caught her attention as she stopped her movements. She nestled herself back under the covers and smiled sweetly, her saucer-like blue eyes stared up at him innocently from under her long dark lashes.

“I want the one… you said… mommy gave to me.” She said as her father looked at her sadly. He walked over to her bookshelf, and grabbed the book she was talking about.

The book her mother bought before she gave birth to Tilden. The book that was her mother’s favorite as a child. The book that her mother had planned to read to her, yet her untimely death didn’t allow her to. The enchanting fairytale that ironically would fit her future.

The tale of Cinderella.

It was a fairytale of the muggle world, seeing that her mother was a muggle-born witch. Yet, it had magic, a fairy godmother, a handsome prince, and everything a little girl dreamed of.

“Once upon a time…” her father began in a pensive tone as he read her the story of Cinderella until she fell asleep.

The man studied his young six year old daughter as she sleep soundlessly. She was already taking after her beautiful mother. Her heart-shaped face was in a blissful expression, her dark lashes casting shadows over her cheeks. “I love you, Tilden. Sweet dreams.” He smiled, and kissed her on the forehead before walking out the bedroom door.

He dressed for work at the ministry. He was a skilled auror who worked the night shift. He kissed Gabriella, his second wife, on her cheek as he left the house.

Little did they know that he wasn’t coming back…alive, that is…

A shrill scream came from the foyer, waking Tilden up from her deep slumber. She hurriedly ran down the stairs to see her father’s dead, bloody body laying in front of the oak door.

Murder.

She could smell murder.

Tilden ran down the stairs, almost falling twice due to the tears that blinded her vision. She came to his side, and laid herself over him, crying endlessly. “Daddy…Daddy…Daddy…”

“Edward…” Gabriella stood motionlessly beside them, staring down at them in disbelief. A thin, pale hand placed over her mouth, as her young daughter hugged her, both crying softly.

“I love you, Daddy…come back… Daddy…” She sobbed, burying her face in his bloody shirt.

“Tilden…” Gabriella said emotionlessly, though her green eyes showed otherwise. “It’s…it’s all… your fault…Get away from him! Get away from him! It’s all your fault!” She screamed, finally finding her voice.

From that day on, Gabriella placed the blame on Tilden, though she had nothing to do with it, and punished her for it… her world was like that of Cinderella’s…except it wasn’t just a fairytale.


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A loud rumble of thunder awoke me from my troubling slumber. I have dreamt the same dream frequently since that fateful day. It kept making me relive the sadness, and it hurt each time, reminding me how much I missed my father, my old life.

I crawled over to the end of my bed, opening my trunk ever so lightly, and taking out a precious book. Cinderella. It was a bit tattered from the many years, but the gold spine was sparkling. My fingers traced over as I brought it up to my chest, laying back down on my soft bedding.

The dream kept replying in my head, as I felt the tears start to swell up in my eyes. I tried my hardest to hold them back.

“Sometimes it’s better to cry…”

Sirius’ voice kept running through my head.

And for once, I listened to him.

I cried until I fell asleep once more, and the truth was, it did feel better to cry.



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