all that i can give - sirius black

chapter six

A/N: Hello! Thank you for reading, as always.

There will probably be no updates until January because of the holidays, but I will take that time to try and plan out the rest of the story. Right now all I have is a rough idea of what I want to happen, so hopefully by the end of the break I'll have the entire story planned out. If that goes according to plan then I think faster updates will ensue.

Please let me know of any errors, thanks again!

Edited: 2/26/22

September 10th, 1975.

Natalie stared at the drawer filled with her potions. The smallest one in her dresser.

It was a two by two, but it was magically charmed to extend to about four by four. There were neat dividers separating the different types of potions; the two main sections were for either medicinal or beauty purposes.

Medicinal held the potion vials for her various magical core and energy stabilizers, along with her sleeping potions (that did not include Dreamless Sleep which had been removed after there was a threat of addiction last year), her anxiety potions, and the calming draughts she had as back-ups.

The beauty potions consisted of body hair removers, pimple removers, temporary scar and stretch mark glamours, bruise pastes, eye bag removers, lip plumpers, and a various amount of hair and skin potions and creams.

All of the medicinal potions in that drawer had been personally made for her according to her healers reports. All of the beauty potions in the drawer had been added by her mother and were resupplied by her mother every six months.

In fact, she hadn't even known she was supposed to take any potions until her mother had sent her a package in third year that was filled with the vials and a simple set of instructions on when to take which ones and how much of each.

It started with three potions, and now she had at least eleven that she took regularly.

It had been even more of a surprise when in fourth year, her mother started letting Severus make some of the beauty potions she hardly used instead of buying from the apothecary in Diagon Alley. Now he made about half of them and her mother would either send the rest of them by owl or personally bring them to her.

She hadn't even known her magical core was unstable until the potions. She thought the appointments with her healer were normal for all the children her age.

Growing up, Natalie's magic had always been slightly out of control.

What should have been slight instances of accidental magic, were instead holes in the wall. Temper tantrums resulted in her father having to pull out his wand to make sure the walls didn't shake too much. In chandeliers trembling and a very young Natalie spending long weeks in the summer with her grandmother somewhere in Italy trying to learn how to be mindful of her emotions.

When her mother had finally started bringing her to a healer about her - accidents -, she had first been prescribed serious meditation. And it had worked, for a while. But as her body and magic started maturing, her magic spun farther out of control. When she felt extreme emotions was when she was most dangerous, which they had thankfully discovered when nobody was around to be harmed.

The room on the third floor certainly hadn't been as fortunate though.

It wasn't as if Natalie was this crazy powerful witch. That wasn't to say she was weak, but she wasn't some type of prodigy. There was just a level of protection around her core that had never properly formed, or that's what her healer, Healer Malo, had said.