One month. One month. One month.

I thought I could handle it. I really, truly did. But the waiting all but killed me. How could I have possibly waited for December when it was only like November 7 or something? It was insane and the worst part was that Fae knew I was about to crack. She had that evil smile on whenever we were together. So, thats why I'm going to ask Fae about something, and that's the ONLY REASON!

Wait a minute! Why am I so worried about this? Why do I want to be in Gryffindor so bad?

Sirius Black.

Oh yeah. Crap.

You know, this is just ridiculous! What the hell am I doing? Why am I so obsessed with this guy? This is-bloody hell I’m insane; I’m still rambling on about him. I can’t even think right now. Ugh. I feel like I’m about to get rid of whatever I had for lunch today. I-

“Hey Harris! How’s it?” Sirius Black’s face obstructed my line of vision and my upchuck reflex went into overdrive.

What happened next is hard to explain mainly because I’ve desperately tried to erase it from my memory. Let’s just say it wasn’t pretty, but unfortunately that sticky and smell mess was the last thing I remember before I fell unconscious. I think. That or Sirius knocked me out for throwing up on him.

I was out cold for a week. The nurse, Madam Pomfrey, couldn’t explain what happened to me, but I knew. Oh, hell I knew. This whole Empath thing, Sirius Black using me for evil and the fact that I may be in love with the guy who was using me for evil and to get back at his parents.


Damnit! I seriously must be sick.

Love? Oh no, here comes that feeling again.

“Addie? Hello in there?” Fae was poking me, but I didn’t have the strength the answer her. My thoughts were pounding in my head and they weren’t making any sense. Like me loving Black? That’s just stupid.

“Goooooway, Fae,” I murmured, my mouth barely moving.

“Addie, maybe you should have stayed with Madam Pomfrey for a while longer. You know, until you’ve gotten better and they can figure out what’s making you so ill.” Fae flicked a blonde strand of hair away from her face and looked at me concerned.

“I don’t want to Fae; I know what the matter with me is. It’s all in my head. I think I’m insane.”

I’m sure they have a potion for that sweetie,” she cooed, but I could barely hear her anymore as my eyes closed and my world went blank.

Have you ever had a conversation with yourself? I mean a real, to-the-heart conversation with no one bugging themselves into your head. No? Well let me tell you it’s not pretty. It’s intense. It’s like a muggle sport: wrestling and you’re stuck in a cage match for three minutes with your worst enemy. Yourself. That’s what it was like for me when I kept on blacking out. Each time I would find out a little bit more about myself and my powers (problem was I could never remember what I had found out). When it was all said and done, I found out who was causing my blackouts. It was Mr. Kane. He didn’t mean to let me catch him, but I did. He was making me sick. He had a power over me and it scared me to death.

“Isn’t there anything you can do? Please Professor! What's the matter with her?” Fae’s pleading voice was the first thing I heard as I regained consciousness.

I was lying on white sheets. In fact, everything around me was white, but that could have been because my eyesight hadn’t quite cleared.

“She’s awake!” A familiar voice breeched my system and I groaned. Why was Black everywhere? Couldn’t he just leave me to die?

“Miss. Harris?” Dumbledore questioned, his hand pressed against my forehead. (This was a muggle way of searching for a fever so why was Dumbledore using it?)

A groan was my reply.

“Good enough,” Madam Pomfrey murmured briskly as she gently tried to put me into a sitting position.

“Kane,” I whispered softly, trying to make out the people around me.

“What was that Addie?” Fae asked as her hand gripped mine.

“Kane,” I whispered again, feeling fainter.

“I believer Miss. Harris and I need to speak alone. Could you please excuse us Mr. Black (See he was here…why?), Miss. Morgan?” Dumbledore spoke in such a calm manner, but I knew that he was acting. He knew something serious was going on, something seriously bad.

“Scared. Professor. He control-“

“Shhh, Miss. Harris,” Dumbledore cut me off and I let my head fall back onto the pillow. My body slumped as it tried to conserve what little energy I had to begin with.

“I should have known that he would try something like this. I’m afraid he, Lord Voldemort has gotten to your teacher Miss. Harris. Mr. Kane is no longer himself; someone has him under their control. This is worse than I feared.” His words went in one ear and were lost in the jungle that was my mind.

“Stop him,” I puffed out, my voice husky with sleep and emotion.

“I’m not sure how Adriana, but right now you need to get better. We’ll talk later about what happened when you lost consciousness, but right now I believe a certain Mr. Black wants to talk to you.” And low and behold, Sirius opened the door to the hospital and let out a low cough.

I can’t handle this…

The instant Dumbledore was out of the room Sirius was at my side. “Are you alright?”

I was startled by his concern, but thought nothing of it, mainly (again) because I couldn’t really think. “I-” What should I tell him? The truth? A lie? Oh god. My hand flew to my mouth and Sirius flinched.

“This usually isn’t the reaction I get from girls,” he joked and a managed a grin.

“It’s not you,” I muttered.

Yes it is.

Or partially anyway.

Sirius hesitantly found my warm hand, his fingers curled intimately with my own and he brushed my forehead with his lips. “Are you going to answer my question?”

I sighed. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know if you’re going to answer my question for you don’t know if you’re ok?” He teased, a smile crawling onto his face.

My feeble glare cost me even more energy, but still the words tumbled from my mouth. “Shut it Black! I’m sick and tired of your jokes and your idiotic pranks! I’m sick with some unknown illness (not completely true), my parents are dead, my mind is a jungle of very, very screwed up thoughts and I may be in love with-”

Lily came rushing in with Fae on her heels.

Could you be in love with someone you had only known a couple of months? Was it possible?

With Sirius Black…

“Adriana! Are you ok?” Lily cried, bumping a very shocked Sirius out of the way, as she bent over to check me out. Sirius had a look of bewilderment written all over his face. Good thing I hadn’t revealed everything.

Fae tried to hush Lily, but it was much too late. Madam Pomfrey came whirling in, her eyes wild.

“OUT!” She screeched.

They all scattered and I felt rather relieved.

“You’re quite the center of attention aren’t you, dear?” Madam Pomfrey asked as she helped me lay back down and tried to get me comfortable. The question didn’t require an answer so I didn’t give her one. She was mumbling and making assessments about me to herself when I caught sight of something terribly funny. Madam Pomfrey was so focused in her work that she didn’t even notice a red head slowly making its way to my bed.

As Madam Pomfrey strode away, her hand on her forehead and her mumbling still going Lily’s head popped up beside mine. I wearily pushed myself up and nearly burst into laughter at the site that lay before me. There, sitting on the floor, a very chagrined look on her face was Lily Evans in all her prim and properness.

“I can’t believe I’m going this!” Lily hissed as she whipped her head around furiously and a grin graced my haggard features.

“Well them what are you going here?

“I have to talk to you,” she whispered urgently.

“Slow down, it’s not like I’m dying,” I joked, but Lily looked dead serious.

“Who was that Kane person you were talking mumbling about?” Lily asked and I froze.

“Who told you about him?”

“Calm down, Addie. Fae just said you couldn’t stop saying his name when you awoke.”

What else did I say before I really woke up?

“He’s…someone…” I drifted off, not looking Lily in the eyes.

“Addie,” Lily warned.

Well, what was the harm in telling Lily? For some strange reason I trusted this girl. I liked her, even if she was a stalker.

“A few weeks ago I met him in the hallway. He just appeared from nowhere and…he told me things. Things about my powers,” I stopped myself and tried to catch my breath.

“Does Dumbledore know?” Lily asked her eyes wide.

“Yes. But Lily, there’s one more thing…I think it was him,” I murmured and bit my lip, hard.

“What? What do you think was him?” Lily asked slowly.

After a few beats I sighed. “I think it was him who made me sick. No, I know it was him who made me sick.”

Lily simply stared at me. It was one of those perhaps-you-should-take-some-more-of-those-meds-on-the-table kind of looks and I was really beginning to dislike her.

Ah, who was I kidding? She was growing on me.

“I know I sound crazy Lily, but look at me! I’m sitting in a magical school that I always kind of hoped Fae was making up, I’m an Empath and I’M ENGAGED TO SIRIUS BLACK!” My voice echoed off the walls, but no Madam Pomfrey. Lily’s eyes were wide and I couldn’t help but feel bad for putting her on the spot. “Sorry Lily. I’m a little emotional right now.” Lily smiled.

“I know,” she laughed as she patted my cheek.

My eyes began to droop and my mind slowly began getting fuzzy. “Stalker,” I murmured.

Lily’s eyes flashed before she whispered her goodbye and told me to get some sleep. She, again, got on her knees and began her crawl back towards the door. The door creaked open and shut and a second later Madam Pomfrey’s head poked out from her office, her eyes missing nothing.

However, there was nothing to see.

I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. I was too afraid to close my eyes, to afraid of what I would see. I couldn’t let the darkness consume me. I couldn’t let Mr. Kane talk to me. I couldn’t, I just couldn’t.

Fresh air. I hadn’t smelt fresh air in what seemed like ages, but it had really only been a week or two. I didn’t exactly know yet…

“How you feeling?” Fae asked as she linked her arm with mine. Lily smiled.

“She’s fine. She’s been in the hospital for how many weeks and Madam Pomfrey has given her enough Potions for, well I don’t really know, but in the muggle world, she would be called drugged up.

Thank God (Merlin) I was.

Because if I hadn’t been then I would have had to come up with an excuse when a smile lit up my face whenever Black was around or why there were dark circles under my eyes from the lack of sleep I had been getting. For those and all the other odd things that were going on with me, I could happily blame them on the Potions.

Bless you Madam Pomfrey.

I fell asleep by the lake. It was a Saturday and the sunlight was dancing across the rippling water of the lake and its rays were caressing me with their warm touch; so it’s not my fault that I forgot what happens when I fall asleep its really Lily and Fae’s fault.

Voices startled me from my slumber. I barely moved and found that my body didn’t want to so I lay and listened. This is what I gathered from my half-asleep eavesdropping.

“The poor girl,” Lily sighed.

“I think she should come into Gryffindor,” Fae stated firmly.

God, I am more like Black everyday! Now I can convince anyone to do anything. Bloody ring. Wait. I don’t think this is a bad thing.

“Would it be a good idea?”

“She’d be with us.”

“Yes, but…”


Nothing. I assumed there was a nod.

“We’ll have to watch him.”

“Speak of the devil.”

There was some shuffling and whispering before Fae said aloud, “Just watch over her while we go and have a chat with him.”

Have a chat with who? And wait! Who are you leaving me with??

Then the person who Fae had been talking to began to rub my arms and play with my hair. I head muffled footsteps slowly receding from where I was and then I feel back into sleep.

When I woke up I was surprised to find myself feeling rested. I thought back to my sleep, but nothing came back to me. No feeling, no dreams, just sleep.

Wanna know why?

Betcha you’ll never guess.

An, why the hell am I making you guess when it’s so bloody obvious.

I sat up and glared at Sirius. “They left me with you?”

Sirius smiled. “Well we are engaged.”

“By mistake,” I grumbled, but Sirius just shrugged.

“You really need to let this go, Harris. It’s not like I’m really going to force you to marry me, I wouldn’t go that far.”

I let myself fall back to the ground and huffed. “Why is everything a game to you? A prank?” Sirius lied down beside me with a sigh.

“If you really wanted that ring off, Addie, you just could have asked.”

“But I-”

“No. You’ve never just asked. You like me Harris. Admit it.” His cocky smile led me to smile and I wanted to kiss him.

So I did.

Stop looking at me like that.


Sirius pulled back and brushed that hair out of my eyes, a very content smile on his lips. Then he looked at me expectantly.

“Fine, fine! Against my better judgment, I like you. A little bit anyway.”

Sirius tilted an eyebrow. “How much is a little bit?”

More than I ever thought I could.

“About as much as I like the squished ear-wax Bertie Botts Every Flavor Jelly Bean on the bottom of my shoe,” I replied flippantly.

Sirius appeared deep in thought, his fingers twisting the ring on my finger. For a moment, I thought that he might take it off, but no such luck. He was suddenly on top of me and his lips were coaxing mine apart.

“I think I can handle that,” he murmured. “After all it isn’t much to live up to.”

“Scared?” I laughed, but Sirius just smirked against my lips.

“You only wish.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” 

He did.

“YOU LEFT ME FAE!” I cried as I cornered my cousin in the corridor. Fae gulped and tried to manage a smile.

“Listen Addie. Lily and I just went to talk to Dumbledore.”

“Why?” I inquired. Fae shuffled her feet and tried to avoid my piercing gaze. “Oh-Ha. I see!” I remembered then. Fae and Lily’s conversation before they left me with Sirius.

Fae had caved.

“Listen! I didn’t cave! We just figured that it would be best for you if you came with us,” she explained.

I nodded, but I knew that she had caved. So maybe Mr. Kane entering my mind wasn’t such a bad thi-

Bloody hell what am I thinking??

“So what did he say?” I asked suddenly excited.

“Hmmm, what now?”

“Fae,” I growled warningly.

“Ok. Ok. He said yes. You can come into Gryffindor!”

I punched my fist into the air and let out a whoop before I realized where I was.


“Man you must have fallen for him hard,” Fae giggled out.

Deny. Deny. Deny.

“I have not,” I replied haughtily.

“Whatever you say, Addie, whatever you say.”

I smiled at her and linked my arms with her. “So, do I have to like go through an initiation or something?”

“No. Everything’s already taken care of,” Fae assured me.


“Look,” I replied and pointed to the badge on my robes.

“I’m-I’m a-I’m a-”

“You’re a Gryffindor, Adriana!” Fae grinned happily. She began to skip away from me, but I didn’t follow; I was still too focused on the lion that sat on my chest. 

“Honor.” Fae’s voice knocked me from my amazed thoughts and caused me to look up from the badge.

“Huh?” I asked, still in quite a daze. I mean, hell, I was a Gryffindor now. I could get this ring off my- wait. Do I want the ring off?

Of course you do you silly fool.


“All of your clothes should be already in the dormitory,” Fae hummed to herself as she dragged me through the portrait. Her eyes were searching the common room for something or someone.

“Is there enough room?”

I was given a well-duh look and then Fae replied, “It’s Hogwarts Addie.”

Oh yeah. Must remember that.

Ok, so, so far, I’ve seen two out of the four common rooms and both of them have been rather selective in their color choices. With Ravenclaw it was blue and now it Gryffindor it’s red. I can just imagine what Hufflepuff and Slytherin must look like. Blergh.

I shuddered and Fae shot me a strange look.

“Don’t ask,” I mumbled faintly.

“Wasn’t gunna.”

“So where to now?” I asked as I stifled a yawn. This was all too much for me. I’m surprised I’m even alive with all I’ve been through.

Fae gave me a look before nodding towards the stairs. “It’s to bed for you missy, before Black finds you.”

She giggled and tugged me along after her. It’s a good thing she didn’t look back because if she had been; the look I was sporting would have killed her.

Although, maybe Black finding me wasn't such a horrible idea... 

A/N::  Well, here we are.  At the end of another chapter.  I'm sorry for the wait, but you know how it is.  This chapter is simply confusing, even to me, but I really hope you like it.  Things needed to be done for the story to continue.  Sorry for all the mistakes and such...I should really look for a beta.  Ok well.



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