An Imperfect Sequence of Events Relating to Teen Angst Bullshit | Sirius Black

「Chapter One」

Chapter One

Mid-summer.

It was a warm day. The breeze was ever so, and the warm sun beamed down on the old English village, the sky scarce of clouds and coloured in the most beautiful of blues. Residing in a small cottage in the midst of town was a young girl, seventeen and her knees to her chest.

Crying.

You see, there was a perfect alignment of sequences in life and she had been dealt the most imperfect of all. Her best friend, Jasper, if you aren't aware had been brutally murdered by his...mother, of all people who had then killed herself right in front of the young girl's eyes. Unsurprisingly, those things tend to have lasting effects on some people.

It was everywhere. The newspapers filled with so many different stories of the events and how they played out. Weeks of her summer gone as she sat in interview rooms in the ministry repeating her story over and over and over again..."and then," she had said, shakily, with tears streaming down her sensitive skin, "she said the words 'praise the dark lord' and fell to the ground."

"Now," said the Auror, a job Dawn had once previously admired but now hated with utmost passion, "can you recall the spell that Ms. Kenneth used?"

Dawn only nodded, silently. She scribbled it down, the unforgivable spell out of three. She could not bring herself to say it out loud, a silent fear that even without her wand she may be able to enact the spell regardless, she couldn't take that risk. She was traumatised.

She cried, still. Mid-summer, her knees to her chest and mid-day in her pyjamas – not an irregular site for Dawn, especially now. Her days consisted of many things and crying seemed to be a permanent part of it.

She had gone off the rails, for some time now, and officially in denial of it. She left her room with no emotions left in her, drained from her daily dose of painful sobs and uttered the words, "I'm fine!" to her parents more times than she could recall.

But they knew she wasn't fine. In fact, part of them both knew deep down they had failed her, it was entirely obvious what she did with that "witchy friend" of hers. That friend was Elsie. She was a Hufflepuff witch who she was very close with in school but not so much outside of school.

Elsie had shown up for Jasper's short funeral, and she didn't leave Dawn's side once. They bonded more than Dawn thought they would, especially when Elsie and she sneaked off and Elsie pulled out the bottle of Vodka she had hidden the entire time.

Sadly enough, drunk and high was the only time Dawn felt at peace.

Peace, as much as she believed it to be, was not the right word to be used for what Dawn felt. It was false happiness, false contentment under the unfortunate pleasures of addiction. She was not happy, or at peace. She was sad, and angry, and numb.

That word. Numb. It was the truth of what she felt when her mind was hazy with the fog of alcohol. It was a temporary solution to a permanent emotion, and she had no other ways in dealing with it. Elsie had offered her a week later for her to join her on a camping trip with some of her muggle friends. Elsie was muggleborn, and surprisingly very different to what Dawn knew of her in school.

She wondered sometimes if her personality only changed with her friends so she would fit in. Dawn never voiced that out loud, though.