Disclaimer: I don’t own anything that you recognize except probably all of the characters you have never seen in your life (well, those that were in Ugly Beauty).
A/n: The sequel is here. Secrets will be revealed… *muahahaha!*
Chapter: Visits to Familiars
Cicily Abner, the girl who had at last turned into a woman in the Muggle society recently, picked up her black ink pen. Her dark-blue eyes narrowed slightly in thought as she passed her hand through her almost-all-black hair (the dark auburn highlights were almost fading away). She nipped at her dark pink lips she continued to think.
“Should I write to Ginger about Mum’s expectancy?” she wondered.
True, her Mother that once was Margo Margaret Abner now had turned into a very surprising woman. She had overcome the death of her husband, Caelestis Abner, whom was killed by Death Eaters before the end of the Second War. Now she was a newly married woman with a new last name: Snape.
She was also now expecting a baby and this made many friends of the family happy; including Cicily, who couldn’t wait to finally see her new sibling even if it was still hard to believe that her Mother would have a child (then again, she was a Potions Mistress…).
“Or should I tell her that I’m…” she paused as she looked at her ring finger where a simple diamond ring was located. “Or should I tell her that I’m going to get married?”
Cicily took the thought to hand and started to write just as there was a knock and a “ding-dong” from the doorbell.
She sighed, “I thought that I told him that he forgot his cloak…”
After trudging downstairs and removing a cloak from the coat hanger, she opened the door, outstretching the cloak out to the person outside without noticing that it wasn’t who she thought it would be.
“Oh, Sisi, whose cloak?” the person questioned as they pointed at the cloak.
Cicily looked over and grinned, “I was going to write to you and here you are, at my door by Merlin’s beard. Do come in, by the way.”
“Yeah,” the woman rolled her brown eyes as she replied. “Sorry if I disturbed you in your ‘writing’, but tell me: what have you been up to?”
Cicily closed the door behind her godmother with a click. “Nothing really, it’s just been me and him. Besides, everything feels pretty normal now. Have you seen my Mum?”
“Good gracious, yes, I have,” Ginger Byerly answered as she accommodated herself to a comfy beige sofa. “You just can’t believe what the baby’s going to be. Were you expecting a boy?”
“No, I was expecting a girl,” Cicily told her. “Don’t tell me… it’s a boy?”
Ginger flicked a bit of her light-brown hair behind her ear. “You were right in guessing girl. It’s going to be a female.”
“We rule the world once again,” Cicily smirked. “When’s Mum going to have our newest recruit?”
“She’ll have the babe in late July, if it’s on the correct date,” Ginger answered.
“That means that we have about a month left…” Cicily then asked, “So… how’s life treating you to your new accommodations?”
“It’s been alright, I mean, Sirius has been grand. I didn’t expect him to do so much for me. Oh, that reminds me,” Ginger stopped to slip her hand into her robe pocket to take out a parchment sheet, “You’re invited to our wedding which will be by next month.”
When Cicily reached out to get the invitation, Ginger gaped at her hand. Cicily immediately took her hand back with the invitation in her grasp.
“You didn’t tell me that you were going to tell me about that, dear,” she smirked as she set her hands on Cicily’s. “When will you two get married?”
“In three month’s time as soon as everything gets fixed up. Sorry that I didn’t tell you…” Cicily answered, now sucking on her nail. “It sort of slipped to the back of my head for a moment there.”
Ginger nodded. “What problem are you waiting to get fixed?”
“Harry’s going to be gone for a while – you know how his job is,” Cicily informed swiftly. The thought of him leaving her kind of hurt her though.
Ginger agreed, “Yes, I do. Mind if I get something to drink while I’m here?”
“Oh, sure, sure,” Cicily answered as she stood up to get a refreshment from the kitchen and then handed it to her godmother.
“Say, what’s Sirius up to?” the idea occurred to Cicily once she had sat down.
Ginger answered dully, “He’s giving invitations out to my parents right now.”
“He went to your parents’?” Cicily smiled. “They must be waiting for the right moment to strike him with galleons...”
To this her godmother rolled her eyes. “Sirius wouldn’t let anyone help him pay for the lot of things for the wedding. We’ve been planning it for a while.”
“Yeah, tell me about us,” Cicily suggested toward a picture that hung on the wall nearest her. It was a moving black and white picture of Harry and Cicily, both in each other’s arms – grinning and waving at the camera.
Ginger beamed, “It’s nice to know that the two of you are getting along. You should see your Mum and Step-Dad.”
Cicily raised an eyebrow.
“The woman has been craving things some odd months ago.” Ginger shook her head at the thought. “Other than that, Severus is taking really good care of your Mother. She doesn’t like it much – him treating her like an expensive vase that can break at any given time.”
“I can tell,” Cicily sighed. “Fluer was a bit more aggressive, if you remember clearly.”
Ginger nodded. “Yes in deed, well, I have to get going. You never know when Sirius might be locked up in my parents’ house…” she winked and hugged Cicily with a peck on the cheek. “Take care, Sisi.”
“I will, don’t woe yourself over it,” Cicily waved a hand at the segment. “Thanks for coming around though. I mean, it gets pretty lonely around here when you have a sheet of paper for company.”
The two of them laughed. After another hug, Ginger left and Cicily was there behind the closed door, the invitation in her hands.
“Hmm… they have great taste,” she mused. “This must have cost a lot of money…”
The design of the paper was embedded with silver and gold lines mixed with exquisite moving colored pictures of Sirius and Ginger. The two of them looked forever happy. Cicily smiled when Ginger was pecked on both cheeks by Sirius.
“Such gushy love shouldn’t be forgotten,” she sighed and suddenly remembered something.
“Speaking of gushy love,” she mumbled, “Harry told me to give her the journal if she came around…”
She slapped her free hand to her forehead and tried to calm down. Nothing bad would ever get to happen if she got to Ginger soon to give her the diary of the man who had hidden his names with the initials S.O.B.
“That’s what I’ll be if I never get this to her,” Cicily murmured, putting Harry’s cloak on the hanger and getting her own in exchange. “Let’s get this over with.” Then she stepped out of her house, closed (and locked) the door, and Apparated to the Byerly home where Fredrick and Genevieve Byerly (Ginger’s parents) had stayed in hiding for most of their lives.
Genevieve answered the door, catching Cicily’s hand about to knock. “Hello, child, are you looking for Ginger?”
“Yes, I am,” Cicily answered. “Is she still here?”
“You are in luck. Yes, apparently she is,” Genevieve answered, letting in Cicily to the warm sitting room of the Byerly home. “I trust that she will be leaving soon though.”
Cicily nodded. “Do not worry, this won’t take much.” When she reached her godmother, whom was sitting in a burgundy armchair, she slipped her the journal.
“What’s this?” Ginger asked suddenly curious at what the book was.
Cicily answered, “It’s just something that Harry and I thought that you had to see. Read it once you get home and don’t let Sirius find out about it.”
Suddenly two bark-like laughs came from the kitchen door and in walked Sirius followed by Fredrick Byerly. The old man still looked the same as the year before, but he was still older than his wife Genevieve, whom still had streaks of her normal hair color in some places.
Sirius looked far healthier than ever before. He was wearing a blood-red cloak that sported a small stitched up lion. His gray eyes that were forever stormy seemed to be lit by a distant light in the sea when his eyes fell on Ginger.
Ginger had hid the journal quickly into her robe and thanked Cicily for reminding her of the matter (that was never said aloud). After that, Cicily left with a bow and a hug from Ginger.
She found that the feeling of getting something done was now gone. So she had her day free to do as she chose before Harry came back from work. Her mind seemed to be made up when she stepped onto the front porch of their new home.
“To the cemetery, I guess. It’s been a long time that I’ve been there…” Cicily acknowledged as she unlocked the door and walked inside.
There was other noise indoors… other than the occasional creak of the wooden floor underneath her shoes. She grasped her wand as she made a round through the kitchen. No one was there… Then she made her way through the study. No one was there either. Quickly she checked upstairs. There was no one in the bathroom or the guest room. The only one left was the room she shared with Harry…
She creaked the door open and then jumped to aim her wand at whoever was inside.
“Stop where you are!” shouted Cicily, aiming her wand at the intruder.
He was kneeled down on the floor, searching through Harry’s briefcase.
“Stand up,” Cicily continued, “hands up over your head, if you will.”
He stood up and went along with what she said.
“Now drop the wand and face me,” she ordered sternly.
He swiveled in place after his wand fell with a clatter on the wooden floor.
Cicily gaped, “Harry! Well I... Bugger this to hell… you gave me a fright with all that sound up here! Accio wand.”
The wand flew up to her hand and she gave it to him. He shrugged.
“I should have told you that I was going to come back early. Well, actually, today wasn’t a work day. We went to see a ceremony in honor of Mad-Eye’s death,” Harry explained as he ran a hand through his hair. “Besides, I’m looking for my new case. Ron’s forever bugging me about it.”
Cicily sighed, “Let’s get you downstairs before you go looking for that case. What would you like for dinner?”
“Ah… you’re a cook too apart from being the homeschooled smart-alecky girl I fell for?” Harry teased as he cupped her cheek.
Cicily kissed him and then answered, “Whatever. Now give me an order before I forget about making anything.”
“We’re going out to eat then?” he asked suddenly. “That’d be a great idea – I’ll get to show you some new places that you’ve never been to before – some places outside of Godric’s Hollow…”
She shrugged. “Whatever you say, Harry. Well, you better tell me what you want quick because I’m going to visit the cemetery today.”
“You’re going to see your Dad?” Harry asked quietly. At her nod, he told her, “In that case why don’t we go together? I haven’t visited my parents in months.”
She nodded as she smiled gently. “That sounds like a plan.”
“It sounds like an ingenious plan, I know,” he replied with a roll of his eyes. “Okay, so what’s on the menu?”
Cicily grinned as she read out the foods that she had in mind. Harry could only oblige to the fact that his taste buds could handle anything she hurled at him. She was after all the homeschooled smart-alecky girl that he fell for.
Ginger told Sirius that she would be outside to enjoy some fresh air while he would organize his new study. She grasped the book that was in her robe inside pocket and took it out. She traced the title with care for the cover was as frail as her own old journal’s. The title read:
The Beginning of the Journal of S.O.B. – do not read for this is the foot’s (the one that’s padded) journal.
“Wait…” she paused. “S.O.B… I know those initials….” She twisted her amber-colored diamond ring around her finger as she tried to remember exactly who was S.O.B.
Ginger got up and paced, still twisting the diamond ring around her finger… until she finally realized that S.O.B were the initials of her to-be-husband…
“Sirius Orion Black,” she whispered to herself. “He’s S.O.B!”
To make sure she opened the journal and read the first entry.
Welcome to the journal of Sirius Orion Black
Hello, Journal, I’ll introduce you to my life so far before Snape buries this on Dumbledore’s orders when the right time comes. Hopefully no one finds you because anyone that reads this will be in for a real… how do the Muggles call that? A Muggle Rollercoaster ride. Yeah, that’s it. Well, I’ll be giving away some of my memories – which you are the only one to see. For this is my first pensieve.
-Sirius Orion Black
Hopefully Ginger will never find this…
“Of course I will never find it,” Ginger hissed with her brown eyes narrowed with suspicion. “SO this is your diary then…”
She sat down on a garden bench that her Mother, Genevieve Byerly, had given her for her birthday (and also new gardening tools and seeds since Genevieve and Ginger were both Herbologists).
Ginger stood up, feeling the need to write in her own journal. “Might as well write this down because I’m going to have a journey with this,” she murmured to herself.
Of course, she wanted to know what Sirius wanted to hide from her and she felt the need to know after all he’d said, “No more secrets, I swear!”
Might as well get those secrets over with, because a married pair shares everything. Ginger’s conscious spoke to her rationally. She nodded to the thought. Her conscious made her always believe that her brother Edward was there in the hard times – even when she spoke in monologues.
“Let’s get this going then,” she murmured, now making her way into number twelve Grimmuald Place.
If there was something up with his anterior life that dealt with her… their relationship might be lost forever. And if there were newer entries…
Ginger dared not think of it.
“No more secrets indeed,” she huffed when she stepped into her room.
~*~|*|~*~ A/n: Intro with Sirius, Ginger, Harry, and Cicily! The next chapter will be about visiting Caelestis Abner’s tombstone in Godric’s Hollow. Oh, and more characters are soon to turn up. The Byerlys will have their own chapter so that you’ll get to see how life is in that so called “Mad-house” now that there are no more rules.
Anyway… what do you expect to see in Sirius Black’s journal?
Your writer (escritora) and reviewer,
P/s: Currently I am checking up chapter two, but please, reviews and comments are welcome. :) (Also, chapter 3 & four are being written and checked so that I can add them later -- Oh, sorry that I deleted chapter two...)
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