This is a story where fate intertwines two paths that shouldn't have met.
He was named after the brightest star in the sky, and she was named after the goddess of the moon. Diana Allister and Sirius Black were never destined to meet, and yet they d...
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Diana was broken. Nothing could change that. She was a broken puppet, with the strings pulled on too hard, until they snapped.
The ventriloquist didn't need to pull on the strings anymore. It broke the strings. And it could have full control on it. Full control of her emotions, her actions.
Dreams haunted her during the cold night. Haunting like ghosts of her past, taunting her of what is to come. What is to come would come, and when it does, it would. And fate couldn't change it. Because what was to come was fated to them since the beginning of time.
At that very day, Diana Allister passed the Marauders compartment without a word.
She sat with Lily in an empty compartment, as Marlene, Dorcas, and Alice were seated in a full compartment. They decided to leave Lily and Diana alone and not join them, too, as they were not particularly fond of Diana, partly because she was a Slytherin. Seriously, Diana wanted to roll her eyes at them (not the three of them; she was on cool terms with Alice and Marlene, but Dorcas was very wary of Diana), because not all Slytherins were Death Eaters. That was just a stereotype.
"Diana?" asked Lily as Diana looked up to her slowly.
"Yeah?" Diana asked. "What is it?"
Lily sat next to her friend at the empty compartment. "The Marauders are looking for you," she said softly. "Specifically, Sirius," she continued. "He's been looking for you all around." she finished as Diana looked up from her book.
Diana gave a shaky nod as she got up slowly, holding on to Lily.
She followed Lily to a compartment. The compartment she had stayed in multiple times. The compartment of the memories in her past. Laughs, smiles, and pranks. Memories that was almost forgotten by her. It seemed that the memories had begun fading away since the strings in her broke. Since the ventriloquist took over her. The ventriloquist was not a person. It was the demon inside her, waiting to be unleashed, to drive her to madness and take control over her whole body.
Lily slid the compartment door open and left quickly, without giving James a chance to speak to her.
Diana sat next to Sirius, letting out a shaky breath as she reached into her book bag, pulling out a book with a dog-eared page, flipping through it as her eyes wandered through the pages slowly.
"So...next year is our seventh year," said Remus, breaking the silence.
Diana looked up from her book and nodded weakly, her hair covering her face, just as it was when Sirius comforted her.
