LONG STORY SHORT - s. black

ii. memories feel like weapons

CHAPTER TWO.
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"and now that i'm grown
i'm scared of ghosts
memories feel like weapons"

would've, could've, should've, taylor swift
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"Sirius!" Selene shrieked with laughter as she ran from the man in question. She danced through the kitchen and soared through the living room, all the while just a fingertips length from him.

Their laughter filled the room, and as they reached the bedroom, she felt a hand around her waist, pulling her back into his chest, and they crashed down onto the bed.

His fingers danced around her stomach, paying her back for what she'd done just moments prior.

"You know I hate being tickled," he roared with laughter as the mess of giggles that was his fiancée squirmed in his arms.

"Well then you shouldn't be such an easy target," she laughed, gasping for air as she did her best to pull his hands off of her.

When she finally could pry his arms away, they were both breathing as though they'd just run a marathon.

Looking down at the girl in his arms, Sirius couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. He couldn't help but hold her tight in his arms. He couldn't help but feel like his heart was beating solely for her.

"Sirius," Remus spoke into the room. He pushed open the cracked door and stepped inside, seeing his best friend sitting on his bed, facing away from him.

"I'm not going anywhere until she leaves." The man stated firmly, his fists clenched around the bedsheets.

"Dumbledore isn't letting her leave until we hear them out," Remus sighed, not noticing how his stressed hands were now combing his hair back, something he often did when upset.

"Tell them to burn in Hell," Sirius scoffed, falling on his side and laying on the bed, still facing away from Remus.

"Tell them yourself when you get down there," he frowned. "The sooner you come down, the sooner she leaves and is out of our lives for good," Remus assured Sirius, and with a groan and a grumble, the latter pushed himself up and out of bed.

"Would it be too childish to hex her mouth shut?" He asked, and the two shared a quiet smile before making their way back to the meeting.

Downstairs, the dining room had been filled with a particularly tense awkward silence. Sat at the far end of the table was Selene, whose gaze never rose from her lap, where she was nervously fidgeting with the rings on her fingers. She could feel the eyes of everyone around her staring into her, as though they believed if they stared for long and hard enough, they'd crack through her skull and be able to see her thoughts. Or kill her.

It was safe to say she'd much prefer the latter at this point.

When the door opened, Selene couldn't help but look up out of instinct. Sometimes, she wished instinct wasn't a thing. As when she looked up, she was greeted with looks of hatred from the two people she was once closest to. She wished she could disappear.

Sirius sat next to Dumbledore, who sat at the head of the table, and Remus sat next to Sirius. Neither of them said a thing, but somehow, the air had filled with so much tension, it was hardly breathable.

"I'm sure you are all wondering as to why I have invited Miss Rowle to tonight's meeting," Dumbledore broke the silence, clapping his hands together. No one answered.

"Well," he continued, "Selene had come to me many years ago, even before the first war, expressing her worries for her future." Sirius' head perked up in a mix of curiosity and confusion. "At just sixteen, she confided in me the fact she would inevitably have to undergo receiving the dark mark and ultimately becoming a follower of Voldemort.

"While I tried to assure her that this would not be the way things had to happen, she informed me her parents had already made plans for this to take place. At that point, I realized the only things I could have done to help would be to work my hardest to postpone her appointment. However, just a few weeks before Voldemort's disappearance, Selene has come to me once more. This time she carried the Dark Mark with her."

Selene was uncomfortable under the gaze of the order members, and she scratched her hand as she squirmed in her seat.

"During this time, as we know, her relationship with the Order had not strayed, and as she 'pledged' her loyalty to Voldemort, she really had promised me she would instead find the rat among the order." Dumbledore paused, and Selene could feel her heart beating twice its normal speed.

"However," he continued, and all the hope that had built up in Sirius' heart had dropped to his stomach. "When she stood in front of the council to claim Peter Pettigrew as the true traitor and Secret Keeper of the Potter's..." He sighed. "She was met with unwavering distrust. The council refused to believe her. They thought her to be working with Mr Black to set themselves free of any charges. And she was sentenced to Azkaban."

"Bullshit," Sirius scoffed, and Selene knew he'd already made up in his mind that they were lying.

"It's true," she said, her voice softer than she'd have liked.

"Then why were you never there?" He questioned. His arms were crossed over his chest and he had leaned back in his chair. He had his typical douchebag expression on. Selene never favored it for him.

"Because I ran," she admitted shamefully. "I had to-,"

"No. You didn't. You chose to," he shook his head at her. "I can't believe you think you're in the right here," he gave a humorless laugh. "I went. I was there. I remember it. You're a coward." He looked her dead in the eyes, and every trace of the Sirius Black she'd once loved so deeply was lost behind a sea of hatred. For her.

"I want you out," he said, looking away as if her gaze alone would poison him.

"Okay," she didn't fight. She couldn't. He was right, after all. She was a coward. And she hated herself for it.

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i wrote this so long ago but i kinda ate it up reading ngl i hope you enjoyed!

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