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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.


Author's Note: Hey everyone! I hope you liked the beginning of the story! I have no idea how long it will be, but I have so many ideas... so it should get pretty interesting.

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