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Chapter 11: Dear Time Traveler;


“Cara are you sure you’re okay?” Emmeline asked, looking at me expectantly.

I sighed and nodded. “What was wrong with you last night?” she asked.

“I had a bad dream,” I said carefully. They’d worry and treat me like a nutcase if I told them I was convinced I was having visions of my future. No one would believe me.

“I’m FINE,” I said testily as she continued to look at me like something wasn’t.

She shook her head and grabbed her bag. “It’s getting late, we should go,” she said, glancing at the clock.

I followed her out, dreading the day already. My day had started off badly, really badly, and I still was a little shaken from it, plus my back and head were searing. And I had the feeling Dumbledore hadn’t taken me seriously until I showed him my bruise.

I slumped into a corner in our compartment on the train, everyone immediately buzzing with questions about how I was. I just shook my head, saying I was tired and that was it, and sat in pretty much silence, whilst they all held a steady conversation.

Would I be fighting You-Know-Who when I was older? Is that what this means? I’ll be married with a ‘little girl’, friends already meeting some tragic end, and still fighting? Did I ….die at the end of the dream? Green light – Killing Curse?

My head was pounding and my ears were ringing, I still felt so sick. When I closed my eyes the scent of the dungeon or wherever I was rushed back to me.

I shouldn’t let this bother me so. It’s just a nightmare. Like the silly kind I’d get when I was a kid. It’s just a pigment of my imagination. Let it go.

I shivered and pressed the side of my forehead against the glass, pulling my light jacket closer, raindrops lightly splattering the window.

I wouldn’t let my eyes close; however, I was terrified I would dream the nightmare. But sleep was overcoming my fear of nightmares, and my eyes slowly shut, and I stayed asleep for the remainder of the ride.

“Cara, Cara wake up,” Sirius said gently, kissing my cheek.

I opened my eyes, and everyone was standing, the train had stopped moving. I hadn’t had a nightmare! I smiled faintly. It was just a dream. I grabbed my things and hurried out of the compartment, following everyone else.

“HI!” Marlene squealed, hugging me tightly. From behind her stepped a certain redheaded man that made Emmeline have a fit and jump on him and kiss him like I swear no one’s been kissed before.

“Come on guys,” Marlene said, leading us towards the car.

“You are here so much, when are you going to just move in?” I asked, laughing.

“I have!” she said, grinning.

“That’s great!” I exclaimed, “Benjy too?”

“Yeah, we’re married…of course we live together.”

“MARRIED?” I shrieked.

She nodded excitedly. “It was just us two; we went away for a long weekend and ended up getting married while we were away.”

“That’s so cute,” I said, grinning as we all piled into the car.

God, its Easter break again isn’t it? Time is going by so fast.

The car pulled up in front of the house and we all got out, excited for some good, ole fashioned Sterling/Potter craziness. The arrival of Fabian lightened everyone’s mood considerably.

I excitedly rushed into my house and grabbed the first baby I saw, lifting Charlie into the air and spinning him around as he made cute little baby sounds and half-words as he laughed.

“Hey boys, why don’t you help Cal?” Marlene said, Cal meaning my mum, whose name is Calypso. That’s what you get when you’re a pureblood. A funny name.

“Yeah right,” James said as the Marauder boys looked at Marlene skeptically.

“Dinners almost ready, James, Sirius, start setting the table,” my mum said, poking her head around the corner.

“Yes Cal,” James said quickly as the boys hurried around the corner.

I burst out laughing.

“Darling, why don’t you bring Callie and Charlie out,” my dad said, grinning at me as he walked around the corner.

He’s happy. He’s not uptight, you would think the current situation outside would make him tenser, but it’s loosened him up a little.

I did as I was told with Emmeline, each of us scooped up an almost one year old and brought them outside. I grabbed Callie this time, who has the hugest, clearest hazel eyes I have ever seen.

“Look at her,” I said, bringing her over to Sirius who had put on my mum’s lavender apron.

“She looks like you,” he said, smiling. I kissed him.

“CARA, not in front of the baby,” he whispered, grinning.

I laughed as I spun the baby around, and handed her to my mum.

“You’ll make her throw up all over the place,” my mum scolded happily.

Sirius, in his lavender apron, decided he was going to take my hand and spin me around, and then dip me like there was some ballroom music playing. I looked up at him, dangling precariously in his arms, the ground very, very, very close to my head.

And I decided to lift my head up a tad to connect my lips to his, when he lost his footing because someone, (probably James,) bumped into him, sending us sprawling to the ground, laughing hysterically.

I glanced up at the picnic tables to see many people I didn’t know staring down at us.

“Oh, Cara, Sirius, I would like all of you to meet some new people,” James’s mum said cheerily, looking down like this happened every day. Sirius and I scrambled to our feet.

“This is Alastor Moody,” she said, motioning to a scary looking man, “Marlene, her parents, you know them, Benjy, his brother, Edgar Bones, Caradoc Dearborn, Arabella Figg, Dedalus Diggle, and Elphias Dodge,” she said, pointing to everyone, and some people she didn’t introduce and more arrived later.

I blushed and said hi, as they all surveyed Sirius and me, visibly amused.

“Oh, and this is Fabian’s sister, Molly Weasley, her husband Arthur, their sons, Bill and Charlie,” she continued, pointing to all the people. Molly was visibly pregnant. I remember her from school; she was a seventh year when I was a firstie.

Well. That’s always the best way to meet new people; be interrupted while snogging and then introduced to these adults. Great.

Dinner passed quite eventfully, though. There was Exploding Snap played too close to a bowl of lima beans, lots of food thrown, spilled, and eaten, and plenty of Quidditch arguments. It seemed like everyone was getting a chance to really unwind and be with friends, and be safe, I was with the best Auror of all time, Alastor Moody, what isn’t safe about that?

“Sirius, James, why don’t you boys clean up,” my mum said, as the boys quickly set to cleaning up the tables and bringing the little leftovers there were back inside as everyone remained comfortably seated outside.

“Cara, Emmeline, why don’t you girls go bring out the desserts,” my mum said, smiling as she gave us the easy job.

“Em,” I whispered as she looked over at me.

“I am supposed to meet Ryan for lunch tomorrow in Diagon Alley.”

She smacked my arm.

“What do I say to Sirius?” I asked, looking at her worriedly as I rubbed the red mark on my arm.

“Don’t lie. Does he know you are sending letters to him?”

I looked down guiltily. She smacked me again. Harder this time.

“You need to do something about that,” she said, lifting up a huge cake and carefully walking outside, sitting it down on the table effortlessly.

“I know but I feel bad,” I whispered as we reentered the house to bring out more dessert.

“Well you’ll feel worse when he finds out,” she whispered back vehemently.

I sighed. Why can’t I just tell him I am still in touch with Ryan?

Because you care so much your afraid you’ll lose him? Hurt him? Or are you secretly holding on to that shred of feelings you still have for Ryan?

I shook my head, clearing it of this stupid stuff and started shoveling cake into my mouth faster then anyone had ever seen someone shovel. This cake was good. My mum couldn’t have made it, it was too perfect. Ah, yes, Molly made it, that’s what the conversation is currently.

A warm breeze rustled the grass and leaves, and I finished my third chunk of cake. Yeah the portions I was taking couldn’t even be classified as slices, they were too large.

“Let’s swing,” Sirius said, getting up and I took his hand as we walked over to my swing that was tied to a tree branch.

I sat; he pushed me, really high, making me shriek with laughter as I used my feet to push myself higher. I screamed and shrieked, the wind whooshing in my ears and the swing going higher and higher.

“Jump!” Sirius yelled, standing in front of me.

“WHAT? No! I’ll fall and kill myself!”

“Just jump, I’ll catch you!”

“Promise?”

“Always!”

“1, 2, 3!” I screamed as I jumped off the swing in midair, and fell towards him, and he caught me effortlessly, stumbling backwards a couple feet as he did so. I was laughing as I held onto him, trying not to slip from his grasp.

He put me down and we sat against the tree, still breathing heavily from all of our laughing. I picked up a dandelion, and put it in his hair, giggling.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” I asked, looking over at him.

“Uh, Mr. Potter was going to take me into London to properly get all of my things from my house at around four. He’s finally persuaded them to let me into the actual house.”

My heart sank. That would be really hard for him, I knew. “Do you want me to go with you?” I asked, leaning my head on his shoulder.

“It’s up to you,” he said.

Selfishly, I didn’t want to just because…I was scared. A real pureblood household? They won’t recognize me either; my mum’s been disowned so I have too. Funnily enough, they didn’t disown Cody, but my brothers, sister, father, and I have been.

“Then I’ll be there for you.”

“I’m sorry you’ve made that decision,” he said, smiling bitterly.

“You’re stuck with me now,” I said, smiling at him. I didn’t think this was the best time to talk about Ryan. But it did indeed have to be done.

“So what were you planning on doing?” he asked. Canceling a lunch date, that’s what I’m doing.

“Going with you,” I said, kissing him.

Cara, you did the right thing.

I hope.




* * *




I gulped as we walked past the ornate sitting room. They carried on their tea drinking like we weren’t even in the home, and a quick glance showed me Alecto, Narcissa, Bellatrix, that Yaxely girl, and presumably their mothers, all dressed finely and bejeweled. Someone doesn’t own a pair of jeans.

This house was immaculate, and one would never know the Blacks had two sons. All traces of Sirius had been wiped from the home completely. I had never actually been in the house of dark, ancient purebloods but I didn’t like it.

Sirius’s whole demeanor had changed, his posture was perfect, he had completely almost transformed his aura into the icy one his family had. His face had darkened, and the mischievous spark in his eyes had been blown out. James had gotten angry looking, and Mr. Potter seemed to know his way around. It was just us four.

He walked straight, and pushed open a shiny, cherry wood door to reveal a huge, stately looking bedroom.

“Well,” he said, face darkening, “this used to be my room. It has all of Regulus’s stuff in it now.” He smiled bitterly, shaking his head as he turned and walked all the way down the opposite hallway, and pushed open a small, squeaky door, and we stepped into a small, cupboard like storage space.

He picked up one box. “That’s it?” Mr. Potter asked.

“Yeah,” Sirius said, “now let’s get the hell out of here.”

My eyes lingered on a picture, among other dusty things that were in here. The picture had a lot of women in it, dressed up to be what looks like a wedding party. And there was my mum, grinning and laughing and waving, and holding a baby that had to be Cody. Then I jumped when something tapped me on the back of my leg.

The ugliest house-elf known to mankind was standing behind me, staring at me with a sadistic grin on its face.

“Mistress would not likes you staying behind,” he said, eyes yellowed and bloodshot.

“I-I was just going,” I said, turning around when I walked straight into someone.

I knew that smell. That thick, perfumey smell. Shit.

“H-hello Narcissa,” I said, looking up at her meekly. I stepped back, but careful not to go too close to the cupboard, for fear she’d lock me in.

Trouble is exactly not what I wanted in the Black household, they would have me cursed, chained and transfigured in about three seconds, I was outnumbered highly and everyone on my side was no where to be seen.

“Sterling.”

“I was just going,” I said, feeling her icy blue stare glare straight into me.

“You are in my element now, and I'd be scared if I were you,” she said, drawing herself up to her full height, her satin, crimson dress adding to her scary-lookingness. Sirius, Regulus, James, Mr. Potter, give me someone who will save me!

“Narcissa darling, what are you doing?” an even scarier, but not scary looking witch said. She was only scary because she was so mean looking and proper.

“Hello Miss,” I said politely. Her eyes flickered with recognition. So she knows my mum. You could just tell she knew who I was.

“I was on my way out, I just got a little lost,” I said, trying to sound polite and look really sorry to be in her presence.

“Down those stairs, first door to your left,” she said, her words cutting through the silence quickly. Narcissa stared me down, she watched me disappear, and I heard the two women begin to mutter.

I got down the stairs and passed Regulus on the way down, and he smiled at me, and then I got down to the front door where they were all standing, waiting for me. We walked out silently. We were headed to the Leaky Cauldron for lunch.

“What were you playing at?” Sirius said, “Wandering away in my house! You know what could have happened to you? They don’t like you much more then they like me, you know.”

“You guys left me! I stood there for two more seconds and ended up getting ambushed by an ugly house-elf, Narcissa, and then her mum! It’s not my fault everyone decided to walk away real quick and leave me!” I said, blowing my bangs out of my eyes angrily.

“You talked to Narcissa’s mum?” Sirius asked, looking at me quizzically.

I nodded. “She just gave me directions.”

“I’m surprised,” he said.

“Why?” I asked.

“You have also been disowned, even if it wasn't by my family. Malfoys are just the same. They aren’t supposed to acknowledge you, none whatsoever, you don‘t exist. Just like me, and did you see? They got rid of every trace of me in the whole bloody manor. But she took the time to give you directions. She would never have given me or James directions.”

“I know. I think she knows my mum, actually.”

“They all do.”

We opened the doors to the pub, the bell ringing overhead.

“Let’s hope we never have to go back there,” Sirius said.

“Let’s hope.”

I shivered, thinking about how Sirius had lived the first eleven years of his life somewhere so cold and distant. Is this how my mum grew up?

Not to mention how the fact that the most regal and refined House of Malfoy hadn’t disowned Cody.



I’ll approach you wand wait,
It’s been several weeks coming
And I’d give it up, give it away
To be able to tell you how I really feel
And how I’d give it up to hear you say
Cause we’re counting the seconds and minutes we’ve spent here
Can’t seem to just throw you away
When it’s all said and done dear and we’re packing out things
Will the memories keep me thinking?
Dear Time Traveler; the Scene Aesthetic



A/N- Ah! The Scene Aesthetic! Listen, enjoy, love. Good song, good song. So today swim tech started up, meaning I go to a three hour clinic every day to help me prepare for making the Swim Team next year in High School, but anyhow, I am going to be more tired and probably have a little less time to devote to doing this, because when I get home, and shower, and eat I am so tired I don't want to write but I will, so just keep in mind that even though I love this story, ou may have to wait ... maybe an extra day for an update loll. Plus, for the entire second half of August there will be no updates but I actually think I'll be done by then.

Oh, and I am beginning to rethink having a third installment. You guys still up for that? It is going to be darker and different, and if you guys don't want to ruin the image this story already has then its fine with me. Its completely up to you, I am willing to write the third part.

Chapter 11? Already? There is only going to be twenty so thats depressing too. I love Cara alot=]

So, review, lovelies.



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