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Rating
Mature
Chapters
22
Words
78,415
Characters
Lupin, James, Lily, Sirius, Pettigrew, OC
Primary Relationship
Sirius/OC
Secondary Relationship(s)
Genre(s)
Drama, Romance, AU
Era
Marauders
Advisory
Contains profanity, Strong violence, Scenes of a sexual nature, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme
Story Reviews
105
Status
Work In Progress (WIP)
First Published
2016-06-23 1:44pm
Last Chapter
2019-09-16 12:00am
Last Updated
2019-09-19 2:52pm

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Ch. # Chapter Title Word Count Reviews
1 Introduction

It took me less than five minutes to tell the first lie.

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2 Chapter One

Then he reached over and tucked a lock of curly hair behind her ear, and I knew that we would be joining them, no matter what. Behind him the two girls were watching with hard smirks. I felt sick but Emily took my hand, pulling me—she knew I would run if I could—through the entrance.

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3 Chapter Two

It was beginning to feel like there were two parts of me: a fledgeling one, weak but sunny, here in this room with these strangers, and another that was buried within the thoughts pushed into the back of my skull. They were like two plants growing from the same seed; borne of the same source and fighting to survive over the other.

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4 Chapter Three

The crinkling in my eyes as I grinned was like using an old and unfamiliar muscle, and I toyed with the frayed edges of my textbook. The last time Sirius saw me, I had actually fainted. His first impression of me was as though he’d come across a stupid bird that had smacked into a window and injured itself. And wasn’t that exactly what I’d done, agreeing to meet with the Black Adders, knowing what they were like?

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5 Chapter Four

Seeing him like this felt like being on a boat in rough water. Everything had always seemed to roll off his shoulders. Relationships were flings. Bad grades were just a challenge to catch back up; he knew he was smart enough. Detentions didn’t matter because he did things like this—drinking in broad daylight on school grounds—and lived for it.

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6 Chapter Five

Regulus’s head hung in utter mortification and, in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to hex Sirius. The former’s porcelain cheeks were pock-marked with acne, his nose too big for his face, as he glanced at me from beneath his eyelashes.

“Hello,” I tried to smile.

Walburga’s hand flew to the boy’s chest, pulling him against her as if I were an unclean rodent in their path. “That’s enough from you,” she snapped, and I wasn’t sure if she meant Sirius or myself.

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7 Chapter Six

These thoughts culminated in the usual irritation as I stole another glance at Sirius. He was taking a long drag on the cigarette. To my surprise, the feelings of frustration were overcome by another: I’d never had the faintest desire to smoke a cigarette in my life, but I suddenly wanted to take it from his lips and put it to my own.

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8 Chapter Seven

It felt like my ears were stuffed with cotton. My parents were dead. That had to be it. McGonagall’s next words sounded as if they were coming from another room, and I tried to force the sound back into my consciousness. “…no cause for alarm, but we want to be certain that the news came to you first.”

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9 Chapter Eight

“You are cordially invited to the second annual Marauders’ Ball. Bully for you! If you accept—and honestly, you’d be an idiot not to—then meet us at the One-Eyed Witch at ten o’clock next Saturday. Don’t be caught. And wear your dancing shoes!”

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10 Chapter Nine

How could he be so certain? How was he so sure that the entire world had laid itself out for the taking by Sirius Black? Most unsettlingly, why I was standing here, entertaining the idea in the first place? Last year’s Chloe would have never even followed him down the corridor.

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11 Chapter Ten

A realization was taking shape; I could feel its sharpness in the chilly air. They were going to find a way to fight this war, and if I remained close, I would be pulled in.

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12 Chapter Eleven

My hands felt like lead.  Here it was, now, the idea we had skirted around for years: that I would have to choose between my life and theirs. 

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13 Chapter Twelve

“Do you seriously not understand?”

 

“Understand what?”

 

“I love you, Marlene!” he shouted, as if by accident, and I wished I had never heard.

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14 Chapter Thirteen

He would be there, I knew, smoking a cigarette.  I could hear the quiet breath and see the curling of the smoke, dangerous and reckless.  The dragonskin jacket.  Every teenage girl’s dream.

 

But I wasn’t a girl anymore; not really.

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15 Chapter Fourteen

It wasn’t where I had expected the pieces to fall, and I couldn’t bring myself to think about permanence and longevity.  But Peter was kind; he made me feel seen.  He was everything that Sirius wasn’t.

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16 Chapter Fifteen

It felt as if the air were being sucked from my lungs.  Marlene was notorious for snapping when upset, saying things that she didn’t mean and overcompensating just to win an argument—and she always apologized afterwards.  But I had never experienced the venom firsthand.  Then again, I had always made myself small around her, and of the same opinion.  I felt the fissure cracking, deepening.

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17 Chapter Sixteen

My wand was concealed in the pocket of my housecoat as I crept down the stairs, and I gripped it with white knuckles. There were murmured voices coming from the kitchen. With my heart hammering in my throat I rounded the corner, thinking, Disarm first, body-bind second—

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18 Chapter Seventeen

Lily studied me before saying, carefully, “It’s okay to want normal things, you know.”

 

“Not right now, it isn’t.”

 

“Yes, it is.  People are dying.  People who I’ve fought next to, and who we knew in school…  Everything feels so grim right now.  There has to be some sense of normalcy.”  Her hand moved absently to her belly.

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19 Chapter Eighteen

With the taste of artificial strawberries on my tongue, Sirius watched me, unabashed as ever.  I felt the color rising to my cheeks and realized that I had to re-learn his unapologetic nature.  It was so different from Peter’s.  There were no shy glances here; no murmured words lost in the sound.  It was the same nature that got Sirius into trouble.  The same that made him sound like a fool or arrogant or thoughtless.  Once, I had only seen that side of him, and maybe things had been easier then.

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20 Chapter Nineteen

“I don’t know what to do.  They’re watching me, Death Eaters, they left a note on my bed, and my parents aren’t answering their phone, and what if they’ve done something to them—”

 

I stopped, putting a steadying hand on the rough brick, but it was no use.  My lungs felt like crumpled parchment.

 

“I can’t breathe.”

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21 Chapter Twenty

“Peter, where were you?” I whispered, nearly bursting into tears, and he closed his eyes in shame.  “You shut me out for weeks.  I had no idea if you were even safe.”

 

“I know,” he groaned, moving as if to cover his face, then crossing his arms tightly.  It was as if he didn’t know what to do with himself.

 

“If you wanted to end things, you could have just—”

 

“That was not it, Chloe,” he nearly growled, suddenly emphatic.

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22 Chapter Twenty-One

“Chloe, what is this?” my mother asked, trying to keep her voice light.  My heart plummeted when I saw the notebook, with all my research from Poplar, open on the table.

 

“Where did you…?”  It had been tucked in my bag.  They would have had to go looking though it to find the notebook.

 

But my aunt said, “Doesn’t look like a florist’s notes to me.  Anything you want to share?”

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