George Weasley fell in love at the young age of 13 when Cassie Black pushed him off his broom and broke his arm. Since then, he has been relentlessly pranking the Ravenclaw girl to get her to notice him, and doing everything in his power to keep eve...
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The beast jogged through the woods, shedding its coat of despair and shaking off the dusty years matted to its fur. Summer was waning to a close, and a glowing orange sunset fell behind him as his long pink tongue hung out, panting to keep up with the demanding speed he was pushing his body to.
It had been so many years since he had felt soft green grass under large paws, or fresh wind flying past his face, causing silver eyes tearing up from the smart. The beast was not paying attention to its newly found freedom, however, as he was too focused on tracking down the jarringly loud rock music through the trees.
He had been searching for three days and hadn't stopped once. It was funny how big of a motivator lost time could be, even if in days previous you barely wanted to live to see another morning. As he had gotten further from the dementors, the fire of revenge grew hotter, a tub of molten lava swishing around all the way from his stomach to his heart.
By now the music was even louder, but a girlish giggle could be heard that urged him forward faster. It sent sparks of excitement up and down his limbs, excitement for what he knew was waiting for him. The dementors had kept his spirit beaten down for so long, and the pure noise of simple happiness was powerful enough to grow it back tenfold.
He stumbled out of the tree line, coming upon an old dirt and gravel road that connected to a small square in the distance. As he got closer, he saw a small but well taken care of house, surrounded by flower gardens and ivy crawling up walls. The grass had not been cut in a while, and barely any weeding had been done. Some would call it messiness, but the owner of the house believed that most things fell exactly where they needed in order to grow, whether that be plants or people.
The dog let out a laugh-like bark as he spotted the brightly painted pink picket fence surrounding the house, sticking out like a beautiful sore thumb. He knew instantly that it was his October's doing, she had always loved bright colors.
The dog's body slowed down for the first time in three days, ever since his escape. He got close enough to see through a side facing window, which was illuminated by a bright yellow light and a muted TV screen showing a movie's credits.
The living room was a disorganized mess, covered in books and clothes and stuffed animals. It was sort of comforting in a way and definitely different from the dusty cell he'd been stuck in for the past decade. Still, Sirius was more concerned with the two figures jumping around in the middle of the room, flailing their arms to the record playing rather than the mess.
The first figure didn't come as a surprise, as he had been seeing her in his dreams for years now, but it still caused his cold heart to skip a beat. Her golden hair was short now, brushing against her shoulders, and her perceptive blue eyes were drinking in the figure across from her. They were full of pure love and adoration, and Sirius felt his heart pang against his ribs.
The girl was different than he had expected, but she was somehow better than his wildest dreams. She was smaller than he thought she'd be, which came as a relief. It didn't mean he missed her entire childhood. Half of him had been expecting his baby had grown up already, now a 20-year-old woman working somewhere having completely forgotten about him.
The song ended, and the small figure whipped around to face her mother, and Sirius almost turned back into human form from shock alone. His little girl had inherited his pale skin, but she had gotten her mother's baby face and her blue eyes. She had his black hair, although it fell in a straight waterfall down her back instead of his waves. Her brows were straight and dark, and she had a sort of determined look on her face even when she was smiling widely.
"Next song!" she demanded jokingly, and the bigger figure saluted and made a beeline to the record player.
The next song started, and his little girl squealed, jumping up and down and clapping her hands together in front of her. "Ohhh, a classic October-Cassie dance song!"
"I told you I'm a master DJ, don't know why you always doubt my skills," October breathed heavily, taking the little girl's hand and twirling her around, dark hair and dress flying out from her.
"You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far because you know it don't matter anyway -" they started singing, waiting for the beat drop to come in before they started jumping around the room again.
Sirius settled down for the night outside of the house, knowing he couldn't stay in the immediate area for long. They'd be looking for him here soon, and the two figures would soon learn about his escape.
But, in the meantime, he didn't care about being caught, or what any dementor could possibly do to him. His girls were happy, and that's all that has ever mattered.
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Hope you enjoyed the first chap! Don't worry, you'll meet your favorite ginger pranksters soon!
Do you guys listen to You're a Rich Girl by Hall and Oates? I feel like it's a classic song to scream out a car window!
I'm also posting a journal page every couple of chapters, I hope you like them, they're just from Pinterest Shuffles! If anyone knows how to resize the image once it's in Wattpad, please let me know xoxo
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From the journal of Cassandra Ellipses Black, August 1993
