BOOK ONE OF THREE My name is Cassiopeia Tabitha Meissa Smith, and this is the story of how I eventually fell in love with Sirius Black. Our story isn't exactly a short one, so sit back, buckle up, and prepare to read the beginnings of this train wreck of a romance. DISCLAIMER: EVERYTHING YOU RECOGNISE FROM HARRY POTTER IS BY TRANSPHOBE EXTRAORDINAIRE J.K. ROWLING So fucking unedited, man.

Because of a family tradition, she was named after a star. Because she had platinum blonde hair her middle name meant the dawn. Because her father was a notorious mass murderer her last name was a burden to carry around. Her name was Vindemiatrix Aurora Black but she much preferred being called V. She lived an outcasted life but when she thought she had hit rock bottom, things got much worse. But every day, at the crack of dawn, she woke up and did something many struggled to do. She counted her blessings.

"Hufflepuff gone bad? This, I've got to witness."

"Cry! Take that whip cream out of your mouth this instant!" The loud and fake obnoxious voice echoes across the Gryffindor table. The intended girl, Cry, laughs and yells back, "Shut up, Padfoot!" - She frowned. Her dress dampened with water and her feet sunk into the sand. My rage grew the more I looked at her. How can she be so untouchable? When she looks like me? Why can't I? I leaned in, my hot tears dripping from my jaw and teeth slightly bared. My temper seethed the longer I reside here. "I would burn everything and anyone until I get him," I spat.

[WARNING: Book is not suitable for reading in quiet areas, as the emotions resulted from reading usually end in squealing and/or excessive giggling.] Eva Bishop is just trying to live her life as best as she can in her seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry without any unneeded interruptions. Unfortunately for her, Sirius Black is hell bent on making her life more difficult than she wants it to be. Why, you ask? Open her diary and let her tell you. [slow burn x enemies to lovers]

BOOK TWO OF THREE [SLOW UPDATES] "Sorry, love. I thought you would be okay with me telling everyone about our sex life." "The nonexistent sex life," I persisted. Sirius winked at me. "Stop lying, doll. Lying is a sin, and you've got to save the naughty stuff for the bedroom." In my opinion, Sirius Black, the guy I now have an embarrassing crush on, can go fuck himself. DISCLAIMER: Everything and everyone you recognize is not mine and was unfortunately written by JK Rowling

When the Marauders fight, fangirls cry and teachers take a breath of fresh air. "You don't mind, me sitting here, do you?" I looked up and found my crush staring down at me. "I - erh, what?" Sirius Black winked. "Good. Don't need bloody James anyway. Hi," he said, turning to me as he sat down, "be my new best friend?" Don't judge me, but I might have fainted a little bit there. HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in #harrypotter Cover by gracedkelly Texture by mercurycode @deviantart Photo by tumblr user she-hates-mondays