«And anyway, I reckon I could be loved.»
«Yeah? By who?»
There was a pause. She gave a tiny shrug.
«By me.»
She turned her head just a little to glance at him, eyes lifting slowly.
Sirius' voice came out low, like he wasn't quite sure he ought to ask: «And by me?»
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"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,
Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law."
(Galatians 5:22-23)
1977
After spending her entire life perfecting herself, James' sister loses touch with reality. The lessons her grandfather taught her on paper seem to make sense, but when she comes face to face with the little girl she thought she had forgotten, she finds herself having to completely reset her knowledge.
Total reset. It's time to stop surviving and start living, turn up the stereo and sing her favorite songs at the top of her lungs, wear that dress because who cares! The over-the-top makeup, the guitar string marks on her fingertips, and the long car rides that never seem to end.
Sure... If Sirius Black would just get out of the way, it would all be easier. But she still has her final year at Hogwarts to achieve her goal.
This fic is FINISHIED since the original story was written in 2020-2022, I am now re-writing and translating it since the original story sucked or at least, wasn't that good. I'm sorry but I do not plan updates, I update when I can 💗