The Dark Lord's Bride (Draco X OC)

Kiss And Make Up

Ariana's POV

Me and Harry waltzed into the Order's headquarters, which is actually Sirius's house, where Mrs. Molly unleashed her motherly hug attack, showering us with presents.

The cheers for Harry's heroics in Mr. Arthur's return were louder than a Quidditch stadium.

As we descended the stairs, Harry slipped into a room, and being the inquisitive sidekick, I followed suit. Inside, we encountered Kreacher, the resident grumpy elf, spewing his usual bitterness.

"Nasty brat, standing there as bold as brass. Harry Potter, the boy who stopped the Dark Lord. And Princess Ariana Roscente, The Dark Lord's Bride."

Friends of Mudbloods and blood-traitors alike. If only my poor mistress only knew..." He ranted, attempting to rain on our parade.

"Kreacher! That's enough of your bile. Away with you!" Sirius intervened, looking as swoon-worthy as ever.

"Of course, master. Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black," The elf begrudgingly complied before scuttling off.

"Sorry about that. He never was very pleasant, even when I was a boy. Not to me, anyway," Sirius apologized, and I couldn't help but sneak a thought about how hot he looked.

'Clearly, I have my priorities straight.'

Harry, being the investigative reporter, asked, "What, you grew up here?"

"This is my parents' house. I offered it to Dumbledore as headquarters for the Order. About the only useful thing I've been able to do." Talk about housewarming.

"What's this?" But wait, I spotted a wall covered with names and faces. 

"This is the Black family tree. My deranged cousin. I hated the lot of them. My parents with their pure-blood mania." Sirius revealed.

"What happened to yours?" I gazed at his name, my fingers grazing it, but alas, his face was burned – talk about a family feud.

"My mother did that after I ran away. Charming woman. I was 16." He looked at his mangled portrait with a mix of nostalgia and wariness.

"Where did you go?" Harry delved deeper into Sirius's past.

"Round your dad's. Sometimes Aria's. I was always welcome at the Potters'. I see him so much in you, Harry. You are so very much alike," Sirius revealed.

"I'm not gonna lie, Ariana, you're not similar to either your father nor your mother," Sirius remarked. I shot him a questioning look, asking, "Do you not like me?"

He responded with a smile and a hair ruffle, adding, "It's not like that... oh, but you've got long hair like your mother," As he swirled my hair with his fingers.

Note to self: Draco's hair advice may be questionable.

"I'm not so sure, Sirius. When I saw Mr. Weasley attacked, I wasn't just watching. I was the snake. And afterwards, in Dumbledore's office, there was a moment when I wanted to..." Harry trailed off, glancing at me.

"If Aria didn't hold me back there, I'm sure I would've punched or hit Dumbledore," Harry confessed, and Sirius, always ready with a chuckle, said, "Should have punched him,"

Laughing. I couldn't let that slide and playfully hit his shoulder. "Hey!! Be serious," I scolded him.

"This connection between me and Voldemort. What if the reason for it is that I am becoming more like him? I just feel so angry all the time."

"I can't stay calm if Aria's not next to me, but it's not like I'm in love with her either. What if I'm becoming bad just like him?" Harry voiced his worries.