notre passé et présents (a Sirius Black love story)

notre passé et présents ch.3

“Scar, can you please get off of me. I know how thrilled you are to see me and everything, but please move that dagger, and you know your heel is digging into my throat,” he said in his calm voice.

“I'm sorry Severus, I didn't know it was you,” I allowed the dagger to slide back up my jacket sleeve, then moved my foot.

“Well, it's nice to know you don't want to kill me,” he said softly chuckling.

“It's so good to see one of my best friends again,” I pulled him into a hug, he hugged me back as if it were going to be the last thing he ever did. “Where's Lily?” I asked him, knowing that he would know where our other best friend was.

“She's not alive Scar, I'm sorry. They're both dead, he killed them,” I knew exactly what he meant. Lily and James were dead, Voldemort had killed them.

“Where's everyone else, what else happened?” I asked him.

“Peter was a spy, he gave out information to You-Know-Who about where Lily and James were. Black ended up chasing him, after he almost killed Peter out in the open with muggles watching, he was sent to Azkaban. He hadn't really killed Peter though, Peter turned back into a rat and got away. Black escaped two years ago, though he can't go out in the open since people are still looking for him. Plus there's someone I think you should meet later,” he grabbed onto my hand and started to lead me away from the painting and towards another room. “Everyone's in here,” he opened the door and we entered the room.

The Present: Harry's P.O.V.

George, Fred, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and I were sitting on the stairs, trying to listen in on the conversation that was being held in the room downstairs. All of a sudden we heard the lock turn in the front door, causing all of us to freeze. The twins placed a spell on us, so that no one would be able to see us as long as we stayed in this area. The door was carefully opened, allowing us to see a woman standing near the door. She looked similar to the girl that was in the picture we had been looking at earlier. Around her neck was a necklace with a key connected to it, we were all shocked once we realized it was the key to the house.

She walked in after shutting the door behind her, giving us a better look at her. Her clothes were form fitting and dark, bringing the quote 'if looks could kill' to my mind. Her hair was in loose curls to her waist, her hair almost blending into her outfit which consisted of mostly black. In less then a blink of an eye, a wand slid into her hands from up her jacket sleeve. “What a weak spell,” she said in an even voice. Lightly flicking her wand in our direction, no longer were we invisible. She paid us no attention though, she headed towards the screaming portrait of Mrs. Black. Before she had walked away she had glanced at us once, allowing me to see the bright violet eyes like in the picture, this time they weren't filled with happiness. This time they were filled with tiredness, sadness and all things dark.

“Whoa!” we all said at the same time.

“Blimey, she's hot!” the twins exclaimed.

“I'd rather you not say that, I think that's my aunt,” I growled at them, causing them both to raise their eyebrows at me, as did everyone else.

“He has a point, she does look similar to the girl in the picture,” Hermione said before quieting us so we could hear the woman. We watched as the screaming picture stopped and a smile appeared on her face. We were all stunned, as Mrs. Black pretty much hated everyone.

“Scar, dear, how I've missed you!” the conversation was quite quiet until we heard Mrs. Black say something that surprised us all. “Nice to see you still have that interest in weapons. What is it coated in this time?” we looked closely until we saw the dagger in Scarlet's hand.