Dancing In The Storm •Fred Weasley•

Chapter 1

•This story takes scenes from the Harry Potter series. I want to make it clear that I don't own those scenes. That's owned by
J.K. Rowling. Thank you•

~Claire~

"Sirius Black! Do not walk out that door!"

"I will be back in an hour. I promise."

"Sirius! I don't feel good about this!"

Sirius Black. Imprisoned for the murder of twelve muggles and Peter Pettigrew.

"You are required to divorce Sirius."

My eyes flew open as I sat up in bed. My heart pounded as I sweated profusely.

Nightmares weren't uncommon to me. I use to have them about Sirius being killed. But ever since that night, it's only been memories of what happened twelve years ago.

Glancing over at my clock, I noticed it was half past seven. Pulling the duvet off of me, I reluctantly climbed out of bed.

I caught a glimpse of my tearstained cheeks as I walked past the mirror and out into the hallway. I walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

The house was small. There was no dining room like the house Sirius and I owned. This one had a small table and two chairs against the wall of the kitchen.
The living room consisted of a small tv and a couch. A half wall separating it from the kitchen.
The downstairs bathroom was small. The upstairs one not much better.
Then there were two bedrooms. Each fairly small.

It was all I could afford though.

I knew I had access to Sirius's vault in Gringotts. But I'd feel to guilty taking from his vault.
Sirius would have disagreed. He'd tell me what's his is mine. But I didn't have him here to tell me that.

Turning the coffee machine on, I grabbed a mug out of the cabinet.

"Morning, Mum," Scarlett greeted as she walked into the kitchen.
"Hey, Scar. Could you turn the news on?" I asked, smiling over at her.
"Yeah sure. Oh! Are you making coffee? Could I have some?" Scarlett asked excitedly.
"Of course," I laughed.

Scarlett reminded me of myself in so many ways.

The fact that she was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but with knee high socks, was one way.
Her hair being in a messy bun, was another.
Her love for coffee, was a strong one.

I grabbed another mug out of the cabinet, going to place it next to mine.

"...The public is warned that Black is armed and extremely dangerous. A special hot line has been set up, and any sighting of Black should be reported immediately."

The mug shattered as it collided with the floor.

"The Ministry of Agriculture and Fisheries will announce today-"
"Mum are you okay?! What happened?!" Scarlett questioned as she ran over to me.
"I'm fine," I reassured as I took my wand out. The mug fixed with a simple spell.

Calm down Claire.

It's the Muggle news. They could be talking about some other guy named Black.

But could it have been Sirius?

"Are you sure, Mum? You look pale?" Scarlett stated.
"I'm quite alright," I sighed, glancing over at the tv that now showed two men talking about the weather.
"Okay. Well I wanted to ask if I could go out today to Diagon Alley? It's the last day of July, and neither Angelina, Alicia, Katie, or myself have gotten our supplies for our fifth year," Scarlett explained.
"Erm. Yeah. Sure," I nodded, my mind else where.
"Mum are you sure you're alright?" Scarlett asked again.
"Quite sure," I smiled lightly.
"Mhmm. Well. How much do you reckon supplies'll cost?" Scarlett questioned.
"Too much," I sighed, handing her a small pouch of galleons.
"Thank you Mum!" Scarlett grinned.