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A/n: Lots of interruptions in these readings are put in here so… I will advise you on this: ~*~|*|~*~ separates the present while ~*~ separates the past. Now you may read!
Chapter: The Fond Kiss
When Sirius and Ginger arrived home, the two of them changed into their night time attire and got pretty much comfy on Sirius’ bed to begin reading the next piece of the earlier Memory.
This time Ginger opened her new diary.
“I think that you wanted to see when it happened,” she told him once she was in his arms. “Before I changed my thoughts about you… I thought that you were despicable, honestly.”
“Well, that’s what happens when someone despicable messes up your life,” Sirius sighed as his gray eyes ventured up at the ceiling.
She pursed her lips as her own eyes flicked from Sirius to her booklet until they stopped on him.
“Sirius… let’s read this up tomorrow,” she told quickly. “I really should be going, you know. It’s getting late.”
At the moment she felt like she didn’t really want to tell him the memory if it made her remember the way he was or the fact that his friends always bullied her for being on the plump side of the scale and for defending her friends.
Sirius tightened his grasp around her and breathed, “No, don’t leave.”
Ginger kissed him and then struggled to get out of his warm arms.
“I’m still going to be here, but… we can’t read the memory today,” she told him once she reached the door.
Sirius stood up and followed her out of the door. “Ginger, what’s wrong with the memory? Why won’t you tell me anything? Was it what I did?”
“Of course…” Ginger stopped.
Everything was rushing up to her. Every single thing that she had been trying to avoid ever since Sirius and her had started all over again. Apparently it wasn’t working.
“It’s nothing,” she finished. “It really is nothing to woe yourself over.”
“You’re lying, Gin. Tell me, what’s wrong,” he demanded.
Ginger smoothed her lips out and then let her thoughts break free, “Actually, Sirius, the only thing that I think is wrong is whether you’re telling me the truth or not. I don’t know if what you said was true. After all of the despicable things that you did to me, to Severus, and to those other out casts.” She turned to her door to open it.
There was a deep silence until she broke it.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she said sadly. “I don’t even know what we were thinking when you supposed that we could start all over again. I can’t do it. When ever I try… everything that I’ve been grudging comes up.”
“I said that there wouldn’t be anymore secrets and I mean it, Gin. I can make it up to you – I can show you the blasted journal entry of what really happened that day-“
“I’m not asking you for what happened the day of the bloody cupboard,” Ginger broke off his sentence. “I’m asking you for some time to think this over… a time to myself.”
Sirius gazed at her with longing while he spoke, “You’re not leaving me are you?”
“I-I don’t think that I will leave not after the fact that I’ve given you my heart again,” she let her heart speak freely.
Sirius walked up to her in order to hold her face in his hands. “Gin, I think that I’ve always had your heart and I believe that I still haven’t given mine to you, but dare I say that you took it away during our fourth year.”
Ginger looked down at her toes and then back up into her fiancé’s eyes.
“Sirius…” she murmured. “Give me some time-“
“We’ve had twenty-two years to think this over, you know, and I think that we should get married and in order for that to happen we have to get this journal entry over with,” he spoke tenderly.
Ginger smiled at him weakly. “Did you know that you’re too sweet for me?”
“I am?” Sirius wondered playfully.
She nodded. “And you’re the right thing for my sweet tooth. So why don’t we get the journal entry over with just like you’ve offered?”
“Sure,” he answered and then kissed her.
His kisses had a kind of calming affect on her and at that moment she was certain that when she might get lost that he would always be here and always be her rock in the ocean.
There was rain falling heavily in Salem’s Quarters and a wearied-out mother by the name of Margo Dower Abner Snape sighed as she stared out the window.
Her daughter Marcella had fallen asleep a while ago and she was trying to be as careful as she could so as to not wake her. Of course, this extra bit of time was for sleeping, but she was finishing up her Hamlet novel and this was one of the few days that she wanted to achieve it before the wedding that would happen in two days.
Margo closed her book and decided to finish the next day.
“At least I can finish fast,” she assumed as she trudged up the stairs on tip-toe.
The second step at the top was a real squeaker so she managed to skip it over without tripping down this time. Then she made her way to Severus’ study where she kept a whole bookshelf to herself and to her books over her interests.
She walked over the threshold to the study. There was a faint breathing coming from the sofa beside the one huge bay window that was in the room facing the north. Margo smiled as she slid her book back into its place and then made her way towards her husband.
Severus had been having one tough day in his Potions Lab at Hogwarts giving lessons to four lucky Hogwarts graduates from the last year. They wanted to be Potioneers and he wanted to teach them everything there was to learn about Potions. Sometimes Margo suggested to him that he should write a book and stop teaching all together. Her husband had said that he would publish a book but never stop teaching until all the dunderheads were gone at Hogwarts.
That was quite a feat but Margo smiled as she learned another thing about him. He loved challenges.
On her way to her husband she stopped when she saw that a cabinet was opened and which was forgotten to be closed.
Sighing, she walked towards the cabinet. There was a faint glow emitting from it and the glow caught Margo’s eye. It drew her nearer and closer to what was inside the cabinet. When she got there she saw a very dark looking basin with Norwegian magical runes engraved in the four points of it. She noticed that they were magical because they glowed along with the silvery contents of the basin.
“What is this?” Margo wondered, now flexing a finger out and into the silver goop that lay within the dark green basin.
When dunking her finger in the silvery goop she felt herself being pulled into it. Only a gasp excerpted her lips as she fell in head first.
“Where the heck am I?” Margo yelped when she fell on the ground and struggled to get up.
Once she got up she noticed that she was standing beside a sallow skinned, long oily black haired and hook-nosed boy. His eyes were like black coals and his lips were very thin. It took two seconds for her to find out who it was.
It was her husband Severus, but this was him many years ago. It was probably when she was fourteen at the time and going to a boarding school down close to England. The boy in front of her also looked to be fourteen and of course the two of them were the same age.
At the moment the boy disappeared off down a hallway.
Margo ran after him calling, “Severus!”
She soon started to wonder why the boy of her dreams wouldn’t react. That was until her hand accidentally phased through his head. She gasped at her hand and then tried to do hit the wall. The same thing happened.
“It’s like being a ghost…” she reasoned. This time she walked in after Severus and saw yet another familiar face.
Except this girl wasn’t what she had exactly imagined. She was plump, had light brown hair pulled up into a black bow and she had the same warm brown eyes. The girl wore black robes like the rest of the students in the classroom, but her colors differed. They were black and yellow like the colors of a bumblebee.
Margo stared as Severus sat down beside the girl.
The girl nodded to him saying, “Good Morning, Snivellus.”
“Good Morning, Buy-Early,” he greeted.
Margo gasped as she tried to make sense of the odd word that he said. “Buy-Early… Byerly…”
“Oh my God…” she murmured as she watched a teacher walk in. “It’s… Ginger…”
The man was tall, lanky, his skin was dark in color (this was probably because of being too long under the sun or outside), his eyes were hardened soil, and his face showed scars of a hard past, and his wrinkled hand smoothed out his mustache as he surveyed his students.
“Good Morning all, I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher,” the man mused. His voice was dark and crisp showing that he knew more than any other in the room. “My name is Professor Leduc and I will be addressed as such.” He paused to look at everyone squarely in the face and then continued, “Otherwise you will forget that you even exist, understood?”
Everyone murmured yes, whilst Margo heard a boy behind her hissing, “This man’s a bloody loon.”
“Excuse me? Has anyone said something?” the teacher asked quietly.
Margo looked behind her to see a boy with long black locks and studded brown eyes. He was a bit on the buff side as well.
“Monsieur Rosier?” the teacher wondered, “Have I heard you say something?”
“No, sir,” Rosier answered straightly with a blank face.
The teacher frowned nastily. “Thank you for your brief introduction as to how I should be called. It is either Professor or as Monsieur Rosier has said: Sir. Has everyone understood?”
Everyone nodded and murmured their answers.
“Good, now let us continue onto your lesson project, homework, and studies,” the Professor smirked. “Now flip over to the first chapter which is on page four.”
There was a downpour sound of flipping pages. Margo kept her eyes on her husband and her best friend, who had already flipped to the first chapter in advance before the other adolescences in the room.
“Read through the first section and finish up the questions at the end of it. We will have a discussion over the matter in your next class,” the teacher assured them, now sitting behind his desk.
Then he noticed that all of the students were staring at him hopelessly. So he quirked an eyebrow at them.
“What? Why are you staring at me instead of doing your work and why aren’t you jotting down the date in which there will be a discussion?” the teacher said quizzically. “I wouldn’t mind to make it an oral presentation, you know. That is if you don’t do the work I’ve given you.”
Everyone soon got back to their books and also got partners. The teacher stood up and his voice thundered, “I didn’t say that you could chat and I didn’t say that you could get a partner.”
Everyone immediately shut up. Even the buff Rosier on Margo’s right side was as quiet as a mouse in a church. This was when Margo tried to make another connection as to when she had seen their Professor before…
“Professor Leduc was his name… and so was my Professor’s…” Margo hummed.
Her Professor at her own school did not bark at them. He was a bit more patient with her class. The man here looked far more different than the Professor she had at her own school. The teacher in hers looked healthier and not so lanky and thin. He didn’t have scars either, but the eyes and hair were the same – even the mustache.
That was unless he was magical though… Margo stepped up to where the professor sat behind his desk. She peered over his shoulder and noted that he was writing a letter to… her school.
I apologize for not being able to attend this year. I was needed elsewhere and I hope that my colleagues understand.
Professor Paulo Leduc
Then he signed his signature at the bottom and proceeded to fold the letter. His eyes looked rather sad, now that Margo noticed.
Then she remembered. Her Professor had a wife that was his colleague and only the year before she had died in mysterious happenings. That was when Professor Leduc had left the institute in which Margo was being schooled. She had wondered how he felt to have lost his wife to a tragic accident or whatever it was. That was probably why he was so tall, lanky, and skinny.
Does the loss of an appetite often happen because of a loss of a wife?
Ginger flipped a page over as Sirius gazed at her.
“Gin… have you ever had a crush for Sni- Severus?” he asked shyly.
His fiancé met his eyes and then went back to the book. “What ever gave you that idea?”
“It’s that you talk of him so fondly in your diary-“ Sirius was stopped by her finger on his lips.
Her brown eyes seemed to look like melting chocolate – they were on fire actually. “I speak of him that way because he actually cared if something was amiss with me. Besides, he’s the only person that’s ever cared about me that way besides Lily, Amelia, and you. Do you understand me?”
“Yeah, so you did have a crush on him-“
“No, not exactly, Sirius, I was fond of him that was all, okay? Besides, I even asked him to the outing to Hogsmeade in this memory,” Ginger broke him off again.
Sirius glared at her. “That’s when I saw the two of you holding hands in front of the Three Broomsticks, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. He was only holding my hand because – because I – I lost my mitten.” Her face betrayed what she really meant.
This angered Sirius a bit and he continued to berate the situation, “Still, you held his hand. You held his bloody hand. Let me emphasize how I felt that day,” Sirius paused and then told her, “I felt like I wanted to rip his head off.”
“Right, you did,” Ginger sighed. “I don’t see anything wrong with friends holding hands.”
“Well I do because friends just don’t do that. They keep a distance. Now a boyfriend and a girlfriend can do that because they connect to each other,” Sirius negated harshly. “That’s what I thought when I saw the two of you holding hands.”
Ginger frowned. “I- I was lying okay about the mitten thing. I didn’t, but I had showed him my – Let me just show you, dear.”
“Fine, I want to hear something that’s not a lie,” he mustered.
Ginger shot him a frown and then she then started to read.
Margo followed Ginger and Severus down the hallway just after the bell rang. They went into their separate ways. Margo didn’t know where to go – it was either with Ginger or with Severus. She decided to go after her best friend.
She soon discovered something utterly fascinating. The girl trudged up the hallway faster than a scurrying drop of water on a dry window. Margo ran up to catch up with her. That was until the girl leaded her around outside of the huge building.
“Oh snap – a castle,” Margo said in awe, but she continued to walk with Ginger.
The plump girl ran up a spiral of stairs at the same rapid pace as she had walking. Margo managed to skip a few steps as she went up to catch up with Ginger.
At the end of it all, she noticed that it was the so called owlery where the owls were feasting on any type of crumb that was left behind by another’s owner. At the moment Ginger was tying a small scroll onto a brown barn-owl’s leg.
She cooed, “Thank you, little Yvonne.”
The owl finished its huge feast which was a long owl treat. Then it bent back its wings and flew off out of the owlery.
The girl smiled faintly, “Hopefully Granddad will like it.”
There was a pause.
“Of course he will. He’ll love it so much that he’ll get better,” Ginger said in protest.
Yet, another pause happened.
“Thank you,” she grinned to herself.
Margo stared at Ginger with bewilderment. “My God… is she crazy?”
“Shut up, I need to get to class,” Ginger kept speaking to herself. “Of course, a monologue always does me some good.”
“She speaks in monologues?” Margo asked herself in disbelief. “And here I thought that she was sane!”
Then she proceeded to follow Ginger back into the castle and into a huge room that had a visibly transparent ceiling. This amazed Margo because she had been here only last year after the battle.
It was a few moments later. Margo was sitting down at Ginger’s table. The girl was conversing with her friend Amelia Bones that was until Ginger stopped and said that the next day was going to be…
“Tomorrow is going to be the first outing to Hogsmeade,” the light-brown haired girl confided her friend.
Amelia Bones raised an eyebrow. “You sound excited. Who’re you going to ask to go with you?”
“Erm… I’m still trying to figure out whom but I’ll tell you later,” Ginger answered quietly. “I promise.”
Margo smiled at how shy Ginger seemed at the moment. She wondered what had her so loud and booming at the present and this had her intrigued to see what might happen next. The thought of seeing how life was for her husband and friend made her sleep loss simply vanish.
Soon the two friends were up and walking to their next class just when the bell that finished their luncheon.
And on they went to Transfiguration.
Severus stretched out his arms that felt cramped due to the loss of space in the sofa. Then again… he felt warm with the blanket that his wife had put on him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes in order to see his study.
He saw a dark figure bent over in his cabinet where his penseive was. He stood up as quietly as he could and walked towards the bent figure. It had his wife’s faded jeans on and her black laced top. It also had his wife’s long black hair…
As a matter of fact, it had her curves too… so it was not a man…
Then he noticed that it was wearing her wedding ring… she never took it off and so no one could have gotten it from her…
So this was his wife!
What am I supposed to do then? he asked himself. I can’t really take her out like this… That’d be rude!
That was when he saw her right fist clench. Her knuckles had gone white and then she tripped and fell backwards into Severus’ open arms, which were open due to his own mind monologue.
Margo’s grass-green eyes were wide and her lips were pursed with such force that they also turned white. Then she faced Severus.
“Why’d you do that?” she asked tersely. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Severus raised an eyebrow at her. “Why did I do what?”
“Why did you kiss her? Why did you hold her hand?” Margo wondered sarcastically.
That was when he understood. “No, it really wasn’t me who did it-“
“Then who was it; your evil twin?” his wife asked ludicrously. “You must be kidding me, Severus-“
“We didn’t know each other then. Well, I knew you but you didn’t know me so what’s the deal?” he asked in a suppressed hard voice. “You’re over reacting, you know.”
Margo sighed, “You’re right, I am.”
Marcella was crying at that moment and Margo asked, “Why’d she start it then?”
“I don’t know…” he murmured, but he did.
Ginger had been so fond of him that she had kissed him after he held her hand as he supported her loss of her grandfather. There was so much that he didn’t know about her though and so much that he didn’t know about what he felt towards her because he was also fond of her.
Then again, he now had his green-eyed soul mate back.
~*~|*|~*~ A/n: My muse is back, but only for a while, I think. Anyway, tell me what you think and what you want to hear… I’m going to put in Sirius’ response to this in the next chapter.
Enjoy this while it lasts. I don’t think that it’ll survive – then again… it might. You’ll never know until some reviews come up…
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