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Chapter 9 : The Torn White-Nightdress
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Sirius (and co) aren't mine, alas. Claire is, but Sirius is cooler so :P

You will never guess what I did >.< I have this notebook, and inside the notebook are plot ideas, basic plot outlines etc. The notebook contains stuff for all my fan fiction, and for original stuff. I lost it, didn’t I, because I am so clever like that. But, luckily (after a bloody week of panic) I did find it (: I left it on the beach?!

Rightio, this chapter takes place where the last one left off. SO sorry about the cliffy; I couldn’t help myself. :P If you don’t remember what happened, I’d read the last - what, five lines?

On with the chapter (: OH and I’d like to say a huuuuuuge thank you to all my amazing reviewers. You like… make my day so, so much. ^_^ Even the little reviews make me grin like hell.

Sorry about the extreme shortness, but I hope you like it anyway.

Ah-maz-ee *I'm so french* ch image by SillyBeee @ TDA!!

"There‘s always something in the way, there‘s always something getting through. It‘s not me, it‘s you." ~ Switchfoot - You.

Chapter Nine
The Torn White Nightdress


Sirius coughed, “What?”

I took a steady breath, in a desperate attempt to calm myself, “Do you have a pensive?” I repeated, tugging on my collar slightly, which was trying to choke me.

Sirius’ eyebrows rutted and his eyes glazed over, “A pensieve… yeah, James does. S’upstairs…” His voice was quiet, murmuring, “C’mon,” Sirius held out his hand, which I took after slight hesitation. Our fingers intertwined, and I found it funny how well our hands fitted together.

Sirius’ voice, which was notably scratchy and unsteady, interrupted my thoughts, “Are you sure about this?”

Positive; I’m with you. “Yeah,” I said, with a slight incline of my head. My long, dark hair fluttered in front of my face. Sirius swept it away again, his finger brushing my cheek.

Sirius led me from the room, his firm hand almost protecting my own by the way he held it. We trudged up the stairs, ignoring the feathers and the jam. Sirius led me own a deserted corridor, whose walls were covered in portraits. I ignored the burning feeling I was getting from their eyes watching me, and I focussed on Sirius’ warm hand.

He led me into a small, empty room. Well, empty other than three stools, a wooden coffee-table and a pensieve. I looked at Sirius questioningly. He chuckled slightly, “The Potter’s put this in here when I moved in, for privacy. Too many memories, y’know?”

Nodding, I let go of his hand and approached the pensieve. I closed my eyes, picturing the memory in my mind. Holding up my wand to the side of my head, I thought of the memory flowing out of my head like water. Still with my eyes closed, I concentrated on the flowing memory and carefully declined my wand arm and dipped my wand into the bowl. Opening my eyes, I stared at the not-quite-liquid-but-not-exactly-gas substance in the bowl, a bitter smile on my lips. Sirius’ breath hitched in his throat.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah,” I took his hand, and dipped both of our fingers into the bowl. The room dissolved around us, re-appearing as another room. The haze of summer sunlight fills the small room. The flooring was gleaming hardwood, while the walls were painted a bright yellow.

A girl was sitting on a the single bed in the corner. In the room, there was a desk, a bed and a wardrobe. Her legs were rigidly together, her back upright and tense. Her dark hair was tied back in a very, very tight ponytail and her eyes were out of focus. It was me.

Deciding to call the girl Claire, so I wouldn’t confuse myself, I gestured to her, “That’s me, Sirius.”

He raised an eyebrow, “She looks nothing like you.”

I responded with a tight-lipped smile, “I guess I changed over the summer.”

Claire was about to change her clothes. A white nightdress lay beside her, and she rubbed her temples as she made a movement to pick it up. Sirius guessed that she was going to change because he looked at me with an embarrassed smile and averted his eyes. I laughed slightly, “Wow, you aren’t being a pervert.”

Sirius shrugged, “It’s you.”

I felt slightly hurt for a second, which he picked up on.

“No, not like that,” Sirius said quietly, “I just have too much respect for you to take advantage, y’know?”

I smiled warmly at him, a slight blush rising in my cheeks. I pointed at Claire, who had finished changing. She smoothed down her white nightdress as she stood up, and looked out of the window.

“A bit early for bed?” Sirius asked, gesturing towards the sunlight.

“I wanted to get away,” I smiled bitterly, starting the countdown silently. Ten more seconds.

“You honestly look nothing like her,” Sirius pointed at the girl in the nightdress. Seven more seconds.

“After-” I paused, “Afterwards, I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror. I wanted to look unlike me.” Four more seconds.

Sirius wrapped me in a hug, and I closed my eyes as I counted down from three.

Two. Footsteps outside the bedroom.

One. Someone’s hand on the door handle.

And here we go.

Sirius watched the door as it opened. A guy, two years Claire’s senior, strolled in. He had wavy blonde hair, and was quite tall. His face was blurred.

“Is that Twatthew!?” Sirius said loudly, looking at me with wide eyes.

“No,” I shrugged, “They have similar hair.”

“His face is blurred because you don’t want to see it?”

I nodded in response. Sirius put an arm protectively around my waist, drawing me closer to him.

Claire spun around, her eyes confused, “Why are you here?” Her voice was distant, echoed. I didn’t want to think of her as me.

“Hello Claire,” A strong Scottish accent caked his voice.

“My sister’s downstairs.”Sirius growled, “Fucking slimy git.”

“I am aware of that,” He stepped towards her, touching the soft fabric of the white nightdress.

“So, go see her then. You are her boyfriend.”He lent closer to her. I could remember how his breath felt on my throat.The guy laughed, “What if it’s not her I want to see?” He ran his hand up to Claire’s neck, snaking his fingers across her skin. Claire shivered.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re not as pretty as her.”

Claire shrugged, “Okay?”

“I know you’re a slag.”

“Excuse me?”

“The ugly ones always are,”

“Get the hell away from me, please.”

“I can make you feel beautiful.”

Her tone was raised, but shaky.He grinned at her. Sirius was fuming; I could hear him gritting his teeth.She was begging.He laughed loudly, pulling her towards him. She struggled.

“I know you’re a little freak.”

Claire didn’t answer. She tried to push him away.

“I know you want this.”

Sirius swore loudly, “I am going to kill that bastard.” He hugged me tightly, as tears began to roll down my cheeks.

The scene went blurry. The voices were too echoed to understand, but the occasional “no” could be heard. Suddenly, the scene was back. The guy was gone, and Claire lay under the duvet on her bed. Echoed, muffled sobs could be heard. The white nightdress was torn and left on the floor.

“I think that’s all we need to see,” I whispered, as the room dissolved around us again. The room was the one at the Potter’s again, and I turned to look at Sirius. He locked eyes with me, stunned. His eyes were filled with tears, and he wiped one hastily.

“’Ree.” He stepped forward, and carefully hugged me. He buried his face in my long hair.

“I’m okay,” I smiled at him, hugging him tightly, “You’re here.”

“Always,” He finished the embrace, taking my hands in his, “I think I remember you.”

“I should hope so.”

“When you were like that.”

I looked at him, surprised, “You do?”

“Yeah. You never spoke to me, I don’t think. I wish I’d spoken to you now. I wish I could have stopped that from happening.”

“I know.”

Sirius was actually crying. Tears ran down his cheeks, and he made no effort to wipe them away, “You are so fucking strong, Claire. More than you know you are.”

“Not really.”

“You are. You can be around guys without… tensing up. It’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

“Not all guys,” I looked at him, steadily. I brushed his cheek with my shaking hand, “If I was here with anyone else, I wouldn’t be able to hug them. It’s you, Sirius.”

“I’m nothing, ‘Ree.”

“I know you’re lying,” I echoed, smiling. He let out his bark of a laugh. It made my stomach flutter. Damned butterflies, “Sirius…”


Then I did what I never expected, in all my years at Hogwarts, that I’d thought I’d do - and, evidently, something Sirius never thought I’d do, judging by the look on his face.

I kissed him.

I closed my eyes, my hand resting on his cheek. Hesitantly, at first. Then, he kissed me back. He pulled me closer to him carefully, deepening the kiss, his arms around my waist. I laughed, and said quietly, “Bloody hell.”

“Bloody hell about sums it up,” He whispered back as he gently kissed my neck. I let out a contented sigh, still in disbelief. I was sure I was going to wake up at any moment.

Sweet Merlin’s hairy backside.

Wait. Not something I should be thinking about right now. Uhmm… Sirius’ hair… Sirius smell… Sirius’-

“’Ree…”- voice. Not Merlin’s hairy backside…

I need to go to Mungo’s, I swear.


“I think…” He hesitated, “Dw i’n dy garu di, ‘Ree Ree.” Wow. He remembered me telling him that?

“I love you too, Sirius,” I smiled, “The brightest star in the sky.”

“The hottest one too.” And he kissed me again, and this time I wasn’t thinking of Merlin’s backside or any other part of him that may or may not be hairy.

I was thinking of Sirius‘ words. ‘Always.’

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