The arranged marriage {S.B} (On Hold)

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After Fiona and regulus had gotten off of the carriages she was approached by a slightly older lady telling her that she needed to get changed and wait outside of the great hall doors to get sorted into a house, after the first years and before the feast.

So here she was staring at the massive old doors of the inside of a castle that she really underestimated in size of and on the brink of having a panic attack as she has to walk in-front of not just her three brothers that she had caused disgrace to but the most of the community of the next pure blood generation which despised her. Great. The words of her mother filled her mind telling her to take deep breaths but that didn't help much as it just made her think about her mother which made things much worse.

Her left hand was slightly shaking as her index finger scratched the inside of her thumb which was an anxiety thing that she has picked up after her mother had passed. As she was about to turn around and walk away from the doors she felt overcome with a surge of confidence. This wasn't the first time it had happened and at the moment she needed it the most.

It had also happened when her father had confronted her about her mothers inheritance and she told him she was leaving and taking it with her as she gave him the finger and walked out. That didn't really happen that's way but Fiona likes to think that it did.

••~flashback~••

"Fiona where have you put your mother's money!" Her father screamed at her as he sent another cruciatus curse her way before she writhed on the the table and screamed in pain. "I won't ask you again."

Fiona's brothers weren't in the room as he knew that at least one of them would try and stop him if given the chance  so he had give Barron jr the job of locking them into their rooms before hand.

"I will never tell you." Fiona whispered as she spat yet another bit of blood out of her mouth and onto the rudged stone floor of her fathers attic or as she calls it his torture room.

"Well then I guess if you don't want to give it to me willingly it I will have to inherit from you unwillingly" he whispered as he spoke the terrible words that she had been dreading
"Avada Kedavra" but before the spell could reach her body it froze, as frozen as a ice cube  and then the sound of crashing was heard as the frozen spell dropped to the ground and shattered into dozen sharp pieces of ice that had a green tint to them.

Barron seniors face fell in fear as he looked at the place his daughter was, which was now just a table covered in white frost as Fiona disappeared and appeared behind him before she knocked him out with vase. She knew her brothers would have heard that so she quickly made her way towards the small circular window and climbed down the vines of flowers that made there way up the house.

When Barron jr made his way into the attic his wand in hand all he found was his father knocked out on the ground with glass surrounding him in a frost covered room and his sister gone.

••~End of flashback~••

Fiona was woken up from her daydream by the creak of the large wooden doors which opened up to the great hall which was charmed with a fake sky and floating candles which was nothing short of a beautiful sight to Fiona as she had never seen magic used for such a good thing.

She had mostly thought magic was a curse to the world as the main people she had watched perform magic were her brother and father who's main spells were torture spells. After a second a old man called her name up to this worn down wooden stool which was placed at the front of the hall in front of everyone.

And I mean everyone. By some of the students expressions you could tell that they had never heard the name 'Fiona Yaxley' which she assumed were the muggle-born students. Some of the other students faces were either filled with a scared or a shocked face which she assumed were the half-blooded students. The rest of the students faces were filled with hatred and disgust obviously as they were the pure bloods. But one boys facial expression that she couldn't see was unreadable.

Sirius watched as his childhood crush and supposed wife walked confidently down the middle of the hall up to the stool and sorting hat. He watched as she sent a cold stare to all the pure bloods except for Amelia who he conversed with earlier on the carriages and had said she had a surprise which he realises was probably this.

As Fiona sat on the stool her body fell with dread because even though she didn't want to be put in slytherin and have to put up with the pure blood scum and villain stereotypes, she also didn't want to be separated from Amelia and have to put up with new roommates and making new friends. The hat could feel this and a small sense of relief filled her as it called out slytherin and all of the table except the purebloods stood up and erupted in cheers.

The one person who didn't feel relief was her husband two tables away who she hadn't noticed was staring at her with a certain glint in his eye. "So that's your wife is it" James said quite loudly, well loud enough for the rest of the friend group to hear. And Remus to spit out his drink in shock witch got the attention of lily and the girls group too.

"Man shut up no one's supposed to know that." Sirius said as he hit James on the back of the head.

"So it's true?" Peter questioned

"What's true?" Lily butted in as her and the rest of her group shuffled closer to the boys.

"Nothing is okay, NOTHING." Sirius snapped while giving James the side eye as if to say 'you tell them and you're dead'

"Okay no need to get your knickers in a twist black " Marlene sighed "and I have a hangover from last night so can we all please shut up before my brains blow" 

" yes I agree can we all just shut up" Sirius mumbled which was replied to by a chorus of agreeing noises. James knew he hit a bit of a nerve bringing up the girl but he didn't know it was that bad to talk about her since Sirius had opened up so easily about her before. But now he knew how Sirius reacted when talking about her he now wanted to know more about what sort of grip she had him under.