Untreated Wounds | Sirius Black

Chapter 65

Early 1991

I got home late.

It was almost four in the morning.

I was travelling the states for work and I was barely seeing anyone. "You're back late," Felice said to me, lounging on the sofa, mindlessly watching the television. "That I am," I replied, colder than I intended as I went to my study,

"I think you're focusing too much on work," She stood up and followed me,

"I'm an FBI agent dealing with real crimes. I have to focus on work." I said as I grabbed out my journal, flipping through the old pages.

"I know... But don't you think you're getting too focused on work."

"There are serial killers on the loose." replied,

She walked over to my study where I was standing. She grabbed one of the framed photos that were beside one of her, Cass, and me and the other one with Dominic, Remus, Cass, and me.

"I found some photos under the bed when I was cleaning." She told me, blowing the dust off the photo, her fingers tracing some of the figures. "Who are these people?" It was a photo of Lily, Peter, James and me.

I didn't answer.

"Who are they? You've never told me about them, and we've been dating for four years."

"They're no one." I lied,

She stormed off, returning with a box. She pulled out an image, placing it on my desk.

Is it love? -- Taken by Marlene Mckinnon, Christmas 1977.

There I was, in my wedding dress and there Sirius was, in his sweats. We were both on the counter -- when we thought everyone was asleep. Sirius was leaning over me, his nose pressing against mine as we smiled. His thumb was on my cheek, trying to get the cake off my face. If Felice weren't in front of me, I'd be smiling so wide.

But she went on, a frown appearing on her round face. "There's more. So many more!" She fumbled for another image.

Sweaters! -- Taken by Skyla O'Reilly, July 1980.

Peter and I were holding up the sweaters we made James, Lily, and Harry. We were in the hospital. Remus's head was on Dominic's shoulder, Marlene and Sirius were pacing behind us, Marlene following him like a baby duck.

"And look! Here's another one. Our favourite gingers -- Taken by Padfoot and Prongs April 1981." I was pregnant, wearing Sirius's shirts so I didn't look it as Lily held her glass of whiskey up high. Her arm was around my shoulder, smiling widely as I sipped on my lemonade with a face so sour it would've made a lemon wince.

"And why didn't you tell me you were married?" She finally said, slamming down one last photo onto the table furiously.

It was of Sirius holding my bridal style as we held up champagne, everyone was in the photo, my hair was every which way and Sirius was kissing me, I held his cheek with one hand while my champagne was in the other James and Lily stood above us on the stage with James holding up Harry high in the sky. Peter was laid across the ground at our feet, his elbow pressing into the grass. Remus and Dominic had their arms around each other next to Marlene and Skyla who had tried to mimic us but in the shot, you could see the horror in Marlene's eyes as Skyla slipped from her grip. Wren and Lucinda stood together; it would've been the last photo they had together. My heart twisted.

I didn't answer. I blinked back tears that so desperately wanted to fall.

"Did you ever get a divorce?" Felice finally asked, running a hand through her straight hair, "why did you lie to me?"