A Sliver of Change | S. Black

Part 3: Chapter 5

Part 3:

Chapter 5 –

July 15th, 1996

Lia was positively livid as she walked out of the Ministry of Magic, her feet stomping against the ground and her hair flying wildly through the air, magic sparking off the ends. She tried to remember the last time she was this angry. Maybe it was when James had cut her hair in her sleep when they were seven, leaving her with a bob to grow out. Or maybe it was when Sirius had suddenly transfigured her robes in the middle of Flitwick's class, her blouse suddenly changing into a bathing suit top. But it could even be when Remus, Marlene, and Gideon had read a page out of her diary and sent it as a letter to Preston when she first started dating him.

She wasn't exactly sure, but she knew that she could hex anyone that came two feet within her now, her wand gripped tightly in her hand as she stormed through the crowds of people.

She had finally visited the Ministry after starting to get her new life together and announced that she wasn't dead, having to pretend that she had been severely injured, and that James had sent her away to America for her protection. The new Minister, Rufus Scrimgeour, hardly believed her and tried to sneakily get more information out of her. He eventually gave up after her silence, most likely already dealing with enough concerning Voldemort's return.

That had caused her patience to thin, but what turned it into anger was when he refused to acknowledge Sirius' innocence and instead worked tirelessly to try to get her to reveal his whereabouts, threatening to send her to Azkaban if she was hiding him away. Lia laughed at that, daring him to send her away and ridiculed him for his obliviousness to the situation. Despite his insistences, she finally got him to reveal that Sirius' charges were under investigation.

Her temper flared at that and found herself muttering charms under her breath, leaving behind one that would activate a blaring horn every time the Minister opened his desk drawers and she made sure it would last for months to come and be impossible to disarm. Maybe that would get a fire under his arse and urge him to move faster regarding Sirius' innocence.

She huffed out a deep breath, her rage only thickening at the reminder of the silky haired boy. Of course, she would do anything to get him his freedom, but she was beyond frustrated with the head of house Black. It had been weeks since her return to the living as some would say, and he had yet to touch her beyond a few mere kisses and gropes. At first, she had been understanding and knew that it was going to be difficult to get back to the normal them, but now she was just angry at the entire situation.

She had tried endlessly to get his attention, wanting him to claim her the same way he used to and did every trick in the book she could think of, but nothing was working. At first, she assumed that it was because he wasn't ready to take that step again yet despite knowing how much he used to love shagging years ago but now she knew there was another reason.

Maybe he was no longer attracted to her after all these years and found women his age to be better suited for his needs. The thought caused a fire to rage inside of Lia, the images of another witch touching what was hers igniting her. She knew in her heart that wasn't the reason and it caused the flames of rage to grow, her eyes narrowing on the sidewalk as she bumped into a person. She muttered a quick apology before her mouth formed into an o, realizing that this was most likely another game of Sirius' to see who would give in first.

No, no she was not the type of witch to let him win. She would not let Sirius best her in this situation and as a plan formed in her head, a smirk graced her features.

Game on Sirius Black.

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July 20th, 1996