The Forgotten One

Ah Biscuits

-chapter 32-

The Black Lake is, well, the Black Lake. It has a giant squid that inhabits it and is a danger to anyone who wishes to go for a swim. Just kidding. I've gone for a swim multiple times with Prongs, Moony, and even Wormtail.

I take Logan out to the lake. We stand there, just staring at each other. Her hair blows slightly in the wind, making her eyes wild.

"You wanna know something?" I ask in a soft voice.

"Mhmm," she replies.

I lean forward so my mouth is right next to her ear. "I don't really like your black hair." I pull away, looking at her confused face.

"But I thought you liked it?" She says. "When I first changed it you said you liked it." She pauses for a second before picking up a strand of her hair. "What's wrong with my hair?"

"Black isn't you," I say. "Blonde isn't really either."

"Then what color is me?"

"Guess." I say.

"Guess?"

"You know, keep changing your hair color and I'll tell you when to stop."

"I thought you were going to ask me something..." She says.

"Oh, I will," I say. "But right now, this is more fun."

She blows air out through her nose, her way of saying she isn't up for this right now.

"Sirius, we don't have time for this," she says in a serious tone. "We have to figure out how this time traveling shit works."

"I know," I say. "But I really just want to see this. Please?"

"Fine," she huffs. She consentrates, biting her lip like she always does.

Suddenly her hair is purple. I shake my head.

Blue. I shake my head again.

More colors of the rainbows appear in her hair.

I grab her shoulders, her hair stopping on lime green. "Do normal hair colors." I say.

She puffs out her cheeks, then changes her hair to red, like Lily's. "No." I say.

She then changes it to brown. Not a dark brown, but a light, caramel color brown. I smile, satisfied with the color.

"Now you need to change the style," I say. "Straight hair isn't your thing."

She huffs (again) and changes her hair to long waves. I smile.

There. Perfect.

She looks up at me, and suddenly I'm transported to the first time we met. Diagon Alley. I bought her drink for her in that small café. The barista said we would make a good couple. Logan doubted it, but look at us now.

"Better?" She asks.

"Much." I say.

"Now what were you going to ask me?"

Oh shit. I don't think I'm ready for this.

"Ok, so, um, you remember when I offered for you to live with me after school was over?"

"Yeah? But now I can't do that because I have to leave."

"Right, well I was thinking you could, uh, make an exception."

"What kind of exception?"

"Well," I pull out the small box in my pocket and go down on one knee. Logan covers her mouth with her hand, tears staring to form in her eyes. "I was thinking that if you were married, or at least engaged, to me, you would have to stay."

"Oh, Sirius."

I open the box, letting Logan look at what's in the box. "So, Logan Lynch, will you marry me?"

She extends her hand, unable to form words. By now tears are pouring down her face. I take the ring out of the box and put it on her ring finger. As soon as I stand up, she flings her arms around my neck, wrapping her legs around my torso. I wrap my arms around her small, but strong, body

I love her. I've never told her to her face, in private. Now's the time.

"Logan?"

"Mhmm?"

"I, uh, I love you."

"I love you too." She mumbles against my shoulder.

Logan's POV:

"So now what do we do?" Sirius asks, slamming a book closed. "We can't find any f*cking information on time traveling."

"I know, I know," I say, trying to think. "All I know is that our past selves can't see us. I mean, they can physically see us, but if they saw us, we, or maybe they?, would freak. So we have to steer clear of ourselves."

Sirius laughs, "That sounded funny."

"Shut up." I say.

•••

Two and a half hours have passed. We have thirty minutes to figure things out. That is not enough time.

I fiddle with the ring on my finger. I can't believe Sirius and I are engaged. It seems like just yesterday we became a couple. I also can't believe I'm leaving in a week. Hopefully if I figure out this time traveling stuff, I'll be able to stay here, with Sirius.

"Hey," Sirius says, placing his hand on top of mine. "We'll figure this out."

"And what if we don't?" I ask. "What if we can never figure this out and Voldemort finds me and kills me?"

"What? Voldemort? What's this got to do with Voldemort?"

Ah biscuits. He doesn't know that Voldemort is hunting after me. Well, I guess now's the time to tell him.

"Um, well, you see, the reason I have to leave is because Voldemort is after me. He went to my old home to try and find me, and instead found my 'parents'"-I put air quotes around parents-"and killed them. He thought they were my real parents."

"So Voldemort is after you?" I nod. "Why?"

"Well, really he's after my parents. But if he can get to me, I think that he thinks I'll tell him where they are, when in reality, I have no idea where they are. I've never met them before."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I wasn't supposed to," I admit. "As far as Dumbledore knows, no one besides the two of us know."

"I also know that you shouldn't be here."

I guess Dumbledore's ears were burning.

{A/N: Hi.}