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In a tux, tall and broad-shouldered, his longish black locks falling elegantly into his mesmerizing grey eyes which were glistening slightly with happy tears, he stood out from everybody else so much that it seemed like he was too beautiful to be real; like he’d disappear in a puff of smoke any second, and Rachel would realize she was only dreaming.
Reaching for the stars
In my dreams I'll always see you
She heaved herself out of the bed, stumbled across the room and reached for the light switch, pressing it with trembling fingers.
The minister rang a bell and seconds later a house elf had entered the room. “Please take Miss Potter outside,” Bagnold said without looking up.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A familiar voice spoke from behind her.
Escaped from Azkaban
She swayed and tumbled to the floor, her eyes falling closed, exhaustion overwhelming her.
Searching for Sirius
She hurried to the Whomping willow and through the tunnel until she was inside the Shrieking Shack, clinging to the tingling sensation inside of her that told her that he was still near.
The Marauder's Map
Rachel knew that what she was doing was wrong, selfish, egoistical and completely inexcusable, but she just couldn’t help herself.
He stepped backwards, raising a hand slightly as if gesturing for her to stay away. And then he spoke – his voice croaky, raspy, yet easily recognizable for the velvet, soft one it was.
In the cave
Rachel shot up in bed from a nervous sleep, her eyes moving towards the door.
The cat was still sitting in front of the curtains, scrutinizing them carefully, but apparently perfectly unbothered by the screaming. It scratched its neck, yawned, then resumed to stare at the old fabric, completely immune to the screams echoing through the room.
“Why won’t you answer? I’ll tell you something, Sirius. I love you. I do. I love you just like I’ve always loved you. And I don’t know what the matter is with you. But I’m not giving up on you.”
“Harry?” she whispered.
The door of Number 12 was ripped open before she even had the time to knock. There stood Sirius, his body tensed up, his face pale with worry and anger, the reason for which she couldn’t explain.
Quickening her pace, she hurried through the hall and up the stairs, her heart still beating abnormally fast. She took a quick look in all the rooms except the bedroom, feeling irrationally scared of checking the bedroom, where Sirius surely was, sleeping ....
The Department of Mysteries
She whimpered. “He is not dead,” she croaked. “He can’t be … he is my Sirius … my Sirius…”
Beyond the veil
She could feel her body again, and for moment, she felt like she was hanging in space, with nothing below or above or anywhere near her. Then she suddenly fell forward, through something that felt like silk, and crashed on something hard.
At the Burrow
“Look at it this way – we’ll be back at Hogwarts tomorrow …” Ron said, trying to sound soothing.
The other Sirius
The basics of Healing
Neville looked exasperated. His lips were pressed together as he whirled around to face the students, who, Rachel realized, were following him.
“Don’t leave me, Sirius, please don’t leave me …”
The mystery of Regulus Black
James still seemed to be lost in memories. “We’re Animagi, do you know that?” he said absentmindedly. “Did it for Moony ... to be with him on the full moons. That was when we started calling us by our nicknames – Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and Crookshanks.”
“Oh Sirius …” she gasped, her red eyes fixed on the white face of the one person she truly cared about, “please … don’t leave me … I love you … don’t … go …”
Through the portrait
She just stared at Sirius, praying that maybe, they did still have a chance. A small, tiny flicker of hope she was clinging to.
This is where our story ends.
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