❝We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on... that's who we really are.❞
After the tragic death of her parents in a car crash, Francesca Knight starts up a bakery, Sweet Dreams, to provide for her litt...
"Sometimes you never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory."
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"Chessie?" Francesca repeated. "What kind of name is Chessie?"
Sirius studied her face. Her warm, brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight filtering through the compartment window. Pieces of curled hair strayed from her loose braid, falling in front of her face, which contorted at the silly nickname.
"Yours." Sirius smirked at her annoyed reaction.
Before she could respond, James slid open the door and spotted Sirius. "There you are, Padfoot. We were looking for you."
Sirius flinched at the sound of his friend's voice, glaring at James momentarily before turning his attention back to Francesca.
James' face lit up in realization. "Oh! Well, I guess we could all just sit here then?"
Sirius opened his mouth to argue, but before he had the chance, James shuffled Peter and Remus into the train compartment and settled down on the leather seats in front of them. Sirius buried his head in his hands dramatically and watched as Francesca tried to stifle a laugh.
"Francesca, I'm back!" A familiar redhead poked her face into the compartment. She held up two rather large bags of candy. The smile on her face slowly fell as she noticed the boys that filled the compartment. "Oh, dear."
Lily took her place next to Francesca, setting her candy down on the table in front of the group. Immediately, James and Peter picked up one of the bags and started rifling through it, tossing pieces to Sirius every now and then.
"May I?" Remus asked, eyeing the bag flopped over on the table.
Lily rolled her eyes and laughed. "Go for it."
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"Chessie?" Francesca repeated. "What kind of name is Chessie?"
"Yours," Sirius said softly.
He observed her face as she looked down at him. In the dim light, he could still make out her warm, brown eyes. Her hair was soaked from the rain, hanging in front of her face in tiny spirals; the area around her eyes squinted in concern. Sirius smiled slightly. She was just as beautiful as he remembered.
"What did you say?" Francesca asked, puzzled.
"Your name," Sirius told her. "Chessie."
She shook her head. "I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about."
Attempting to sit up, Sirius winced as striking hot pain surged through his body. With a shaky breath, he laid back down onto the couch.
"Episkey," Chessie cast, and his pain subsided. "I don't know how long that'll last. The charm is only supposed to heal minor injuries, nothing like this."
