He's the infamous Sirius Black. She's the quiet Savannah Stone. They're polar opposites. No one would think they would be friends, so no one would think that they could have feelings for each other. Or do they?
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One particularly stormy night in the middle of November in 1976, neither Peter Pettigrew nor Savannah Stone could sleep. Not due to the storm outside, but the storm of emotions raging inside each teen.
Peter was sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor common room at midnight that night. No one else was around and logs were crackling in the fireplace. He was staring into the fire, not blinking as he was deep in thought.
Savannah came downstairs at nearly one in the morning, as she didn't want to sit in the dark dormitory. She had spent the last hour tossing and turning, trying in vain to get back to sleep. She had finally decided to forgo her attempts.
She sat on the opposite end of the couch as Peter, who didn't even turn to look at who joined him. Savannah was staring at the portrait of Godric Gryffindor that hung above the fireplace, wondering what the founder of her house was like when he was alive.
"How'd you know you really wanted your tattoos?" Peter asked suddenly, breaking the slightly awkward silence as he turned to look at her.
Savannah looked at him, a slightly confused expression playing on her features. She was silent as she was taken back to the night she got her first tattoo, the paw print on her right wrist.
She and her parents had just gotten into a particularly nasty argument, with them raving about how they didn't know where they went wrong to end up with a daughter like her; an antisocial, rebellious witch who barely spoke a word to anyone.
You really want me to be a rebel, huh? She thought as she slammed the door to her bedroom. She shoved muggle money into her bag before opening her window and climbing out.
She walked through town- they live in London- until she found a parlor that would tattoo a minor. It wasn't necessarily the smartest thing to do, but Savannah was so angry she didn't care.
Growing up, she had two dogs; a black lab-corgi mix named Brady and a chocolate lab named Zuko. They were her best friends. They would always listen to her rant, they cuddled with her after a bad argument with her parents. Savannah didn't know if she would have survived her childhood without them.
Brady passed away in her fourth year, leaving a hole in her heart. She always said that a piece of her heart went to heaven with him. His passing sent her into an even steeper downhill spiral, as this is when her depression and anxiety first made an appearance.
At the time she got the tattoo, Zuko was still alive. He was still there when she got home, ready to jump on her and lick her face to make her smile and laugh.
She got the tattoo in the August before her fifth year. Zuko passed the following April, after a month long battle with leg issues. Her depression and anxiety got even worse after this happened, another piece of her heart and soul gone.
Savannah never regretted getting her paw print tattoo. It was a symbol of the love she had for the two boys who would forever have a place in her heart.
